...very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.
The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.
"Yeah you probably are an outlier, but detect versus affect is way different and the latter is terrifying."
"This physics discovery is way fun, though," they say, and throw a rubber ball down into an alley and watch as a contrived set of bounces causes it to fly back within their range so they can catch it again.
"The number of other powers you could fake with yours alone is actually staggering."
"Part of the reason why I don't want to associate my future image too strongly with tinkers."
"People associate me too strongly with tinkers, they'll be expecting tinker-related stuff and not expecting non-tinker-related stuff, faking other powers becomes that much harder. And a failed demonstration is fairly catastrophic as such things go."
"You can work cold, though, nobody on the field knew what you could do and nobody was expecting you when you showed up with those gangs. Just 'not expecting' is not crippling."
"I guess it's more like 'expecting not' than 'not expecting.' As far as powers go, making small objects appear in the middle of a battlefield isn't that unimaginable. Carrying a stun gun isn't either. Or flying, though in this case it's my suit doing the work, I can't actually believe myself into having other powers."
"Branding'd tell you that not having a theme is death to image. The theme doesn't have to be power-limiting, necessarily. If everything you made was white that would also be a theme."
"Ooh yes, that makes sense. Guess the next time I fight an Endbringer I can make my turret gun all white and shiny and stuff."
"If you don't want to be locked in to turret guns you could also maybe just fly around, glowing and blowing theatrical quantities of dust and debris away from yourself?"
"Heh. I really should work on my image. I wonder if a cape would help." Poof, now there's a cape.
"Of course. Mysterious light shining from nowhere in particular. Maybe there could be a watermarked G on my chest." And to demonstrate, one such G appears. The suit is still white, but movements of the light catch a slightly differently textured part shaped like the letter. "Is the reason for my cape name obvious yet?"