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[nightwild]

[This is a really lazy CMO where i post character toplevels with a brief description and a couple setting/thread ideas.

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[rockedsnowball]

The store's money still pays the people who work there. And the store needs money to keep itself in business.

[sweetaspie]

The store can afford to take a loss. If the guy gets it pinned on him, it'll be a lesson for him to keep his eyes on the customers.

[rockedsnowball]

So your logic is "it's his fault for being stolen from"?

[sweetaspie]

No. It's wrong place, wrong time.

I feel for the guy, I do, but I've got my own problems. I need this stuff.

[rockedsnowball]

If you feel for him, then give it back. It's not yours to take.

[sweetaspie]

And it's not his to defend with his life either. It's mine now.

[ She's holding onto the bag fairly tightly, conviction clear in her eyes. Quite a lot for a petty criminal, but she's standing her ground, as bad of an idea as it is. ]

Besides. I know you're not going to let me go after I give it back. I can't afford to spend any time anywhere else.

[rockedsnowball]

What are you so desperate for?!

[She's getting frustrated- She is way more comfortable with villains who just attack, or run away, instead of trying to argue it.]

[sweetaspie]

Because--

[ A brief amount of hesitation. Trying to come up with some kind of out. Instead, she just narrows her eyes. ]

Because sometimes, life doesn't leave you with that many options left.

[rockedsnowball]

[...

Snowflake's guns melt and evaporate. But she isn't letting her guard down- She's approaching.]

It's never right to take that away from others.

[sweetaspie]

What, are you gonna tell me two wrongs don't make a right?

[ She's not running... honestly, she knows that'd be a waste. ]

...listen. I--

[ Ugh. Screw it. ]

You really want the damn money back so bad?

[rockedsnowball]

Yes. I want to put it back where it belongs... I don't want you to add to your crimes any further.

[sweetaspie]

...well... fine. I guess.

I'll have to get it through honest means, I suppose.

[rockedsnowball]

... You mean it?

[sweetaspie]

Cross my heart. I'm not that much of a liar.

[rockedsnowball]

... I'm glad.

[She means it! She's genuinely, so relieved.]

Let's go return that together.

[sweetaspie]

Okay. I just have one small request, if that's allowed.

[rockedsnowball]

Of course. What's that?

[sweetaspie]

[ She instantly drops the niceties and grimaces, staring right into Snowflake's eyes. ]

If I lose my place, you'd better have somewhere for me to live lined up.

[rockedsnowball]

[She meets her gaze, firm and strong.]

I will. I swear.

[sweetaspie]

Yeah. That's what I--

[ She pauses. Wait. What? ]

You serious?

[rockedsnowball]

Of course I am.

[She nods.]

Superheroes exist to help people. I can at least do my best to help make sure you have a place to stay.

[sweetaspie]

...ha.

[ A bitter chuckle. ]

Guess you are one of those newer heroes, huh. Alright. You break that promise, I won't forgive you.

[rockedsnowball]

I won't break promises. It's okay.