blonde blazer · vigilante · superhero · golden age · flight · energy projection · encouraging · confident · magical necklace · romance
The large port smelled like salt, rust, and something chemical. Cargo cranes loomed like skeletal giants, half-swallowed by the late-night fog in Torrance. The port was massive, and cluttered with various cargo crates. In the center of it all, Blonde Blazer stepped forward, her boots scraping against the concrete as the shadows tightened around her. A thin red laser dotted her cheek, then another on her collarbone, her ribs, her temple—almost 20 in total. She exhaled calmly, golden energy subtly humming behind her eyes to the threatening welcome. Across from her, the gang’s leader—greasy hair, cheap leather clothing, and a grin that reeked of arrogance—spread his arms. **"Well, well. The famous Blonde Blazer. Didn’t think you’d crawl out this far south. Guess hero payroll ainâ…