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Harper Row	New York, the big apple, place to get the purported best pizza on the east coast: According to New Yorkians. The sun has set and the lights are on, and the city is showing off her sparkle. There's always something going on, and Harper is in town to catch it. Some manner of art exhibition at one of the many galleries in the harbour. The kind of place that probably held a rave the weekend before. Rows of brooding buildings and warehouses, with activity streaming in and around the area. There are channels of people coming in, like ants if viewed from above. There is a promise of not only weird NYC artistic license, but the telltale smell of food, thankfully overpowering the waterfront with more appetizing scents. Blanketing the area in fact. Some of the swankiest slummers, influencers looking for clout, street magic and busking.     Harper for her part has made sure her faux hawk is in primo condition, and going for a punk look. What somewhat ruins all that is the trenchcoat she wears overtop, like she was intending to hit a club, but the jacket was needed for rain that isn't in the forecast. The gadgets in her pockets speak of concealed things not necessary for rubberneck art. Press of bodies isn't great, and the expression on her face is one of concern, not at all carefree. "Okay...so I guess this is more popular than I thought. Shit." She'd put out a subtle call for help, assistence in investigating a potential threat, but no one for certain could respond before she had grabbed what she could and had run to the waterfront.
Cain Marko	Cain isn't the sort to go to art shows. He doesn't really care about that whole scene. But he does like food. And it might be that work has him checking out the place. He was wearing...well. Not fancy clothes, but a nice enough button up shirt and slacks. Still wearing boots though. All of it looks like it can barely contain the muscles on muscles the guy has. Out of costume he doesn't immediately look superhuman. Just super jacked. He moves through the crowd casually, people parting for him like waves on the prow of a boat. Or on the blade of an icebreaker if they don't move fast enough. It was weird, no matter where he went people always gave him plenty of room. He soon enough found the food, and piled up a socially unacceptable amount of it on a plate. Or just his hand, if plates aren't available. Looking at the art on display with an obviously uncaring eye, and scoping out the guests and security with somewhat more care.
Saeko	Inari was every the patron of creatives and fortune...but for Saeko? She was simply a fan of looking at creative and pretty things! Of course, a Tenko fully revealed would stand out, and so tails and foxy features were concealed in a more mundane but still uncomfortably beautiful human guise. Finding her way in with a little favour, Saeko moved through, tilting her head as her gaze swept over not only artwork, but a familier face or two (one notably higher over the crowd than the other)!
Harper Row	Harper has also noticed the rather intimidating figure of Cain, especially since he parts the crowd like the bow-wave of a ship. Her mouth gapes and her brows furrow, and she's making her way to him while being unpolite in her movements with others about her. "Hey! Hey you...big lug!" She tries to raise her voice amongst the masses, a little tug boat trying to get up alongside a big tanker. The jacket wasn't a good idea tonight if shelter from the elements was the intent. Perspiration and a flush, because she's lugging around equipment. Gadgets and a bullpup weapon. Like she's trying to rob a bank or something.     The smell of hot dogs with all the fixings, popcorn with all the drizzlings and the saturation of sugary products is stronger. The amalgamation of street vendors gets thicker the closer they get to a warehouse with a wide open sliding doors. Corrugated steel and windows of what should be a fugly building, but shnazzed up with lights and strobes. Just within are all manner of found-art displays. Smushed up representations of things...from other things. Abstract objects forced into silhouettes of horses, griffons, whales and dinosaurs. Clearly the foci of the exhibition where the street things are apppetizers.
Cain Marko	Cain is popping a hot dog into his mouth when he hears a voice speak to him. He's been ignoring the precipitation, and anything that doesn't immediately catch his interest. He glances around, then looks down. Spotting the mohawked punk in the suspicious looking trench coat. She doesn't stand out as much as him, but he does not she seems off. Studying her for a while, he finally says, "Yeah? You need something, kid?" His voice is a deep, rough bass. He eats the hot dog now, chewing slowly. He hasn't spotted the only person there he actually knows yet. But considering how she looks, no doubt it's just a matter of time.
Saeko	Sure enough Saeko does spot Cain, but it's Harper and the fact she was approaching him might bring a little expression of suprise on her features. Crossing her arms under her bust there was a little mote of curiousity...but then those eyes go wider at the sight of the hotdogs. She was hungry!
Harper Row	Harper seems more annoyed the closer she gets to Cain, like being in closer proximity raises some internal geiger counter. She's all abrasive and looking like she wants to pick a fight she'd never win. She's almost seething like he'd just dumped her bestie or something. "What the hell are you doing here? This isn't sa-" She doesn't finish because it rates a 9.5 on the dumb meter to her own ears. She gives her head a shake and angrily eyes the delicious hotdog disappearing. "Something bad is about to go down, and I don't mean what you're chewing."     Some manner of annoying beat begins from the warehouse's art exhibition. Too light for a club, not catchy enough for a commerical jingle, but to draw the attention. It's probably freeware, but does the trick for a fairground or an artist living hand to mouth. "Welcome!" The lights glow brighter, and the numerous cables drawing in the tingle-juice from the city hum as more power is drawn for the exhibits. Exhibits that start to move. Not only are they ramshackle larger-than-life constructions, but they are animated with faux-life, whinying and braying and creaking and groaning in place on their pedestals and platforms. A vendor nearby turns their back on customers, their rolly-dogs on their clever little rolly-conveyors, twisting sweet meats within snagging distance of a hungry opportunistic soul. The smells of meat and condiments are mouth wateringly thick. The little hotdogs on their dowels and roller-beds start to turn a little faster, perhaps as a byproduct of electricity surging into the area.     Harper's hackles raise and she spins around towards the noise and the lights. "I don't have time to explain, but..."     There's a huge wash of feedback from the warehouse's speakers that drowns out everything else. A big audio blart. It makes the crowd scream in surprise, though no one runs, assuming it's just part of the show.
Cain Marko	Cain stares down at Harper as she, for some reason, comes to warn him about... something. As far as he can remember he's never met this girl. So he's not sure why she singled him out like this. He glances around, maybe hoping to spot something that'll enlighten him. He just sees people looking at art, eating food, the same as before. "Uh-huh. Something bad. And what's that gotta do with me? You think I got something to do with it?" He leans over to get a better look at her, his body looming over her own and his face drawing close. The difference in size was even more evident with them face to face like this.      When the music starts, he absently scrubs at his ear with a finger, like it was a piece of rubble that got lodged inside. "Shitty song." He glances towards where it's coming from. He squints when he sees the statues moving. He also figures it's some performance art thing at first. Then he hears the feedback and scowl. "God, people don't know what music is anymore I swear." He sounds like an old man when he says that. Then he glances back down at Harper. "But anyway. What're you talking about?"
Saeko	Saeko should be glad she was in a human guise, because that feedback would have been brutal on her foxy ears. Even so there was a little whince on her face as she finally reaches the offer of hotdogs. It didn't count as an offering if she purchased it for herself...but that didn't make it any less tasty. Finally her path turns to bring her parallel to Cain and Harper, just sort of standing there watching the exchange as she takes her first bite.
Karolina Dean	These venues are always a hotbed for activity from various members of the artistic community. A bunch of folks from NYU are no exception! Some aren't quite there to take in just the art, though. A small contingent of students, including a well-dressed blonde, are actually working a food stall featuring vegan fare for those less inclined to feast on hot dogs and chicken wings. Karolina is removing her apron after her volunteer shift, ready to check out the art itself finally!     Underneath, she's wrapped up in a set of knee boots and thick leggings, all under an oversized sweater dress in pastel rainbow colors to keep her a bit more sheltered from the cold. All just in time for the electronic stuff and sound to go... weird. Less weird and downright unsettling if not entirely disturbing. "Oh!" she laughs and rubs her ear, her fellow students joining her in laughing it off. "That's new. Is this part of the show?" she asks a girl in a black-and-purple plaid skirt with matching hair who is putting on a fresh apron. She just shrugs and Karolina smiles. "Must be the start of some presentation."
Harper Row	If the sun was out, surely the shadow Cain would make would be cooler by many degrees. Even so, such a humungous jacked dude filling the sky and his face getting closer, makes Harper's spine want to exit her body. She sets her jaw and grates, "Something's gonna come. Something I've been tracking that's like a heat seeking missile for shit like this!" She flings her arm over to the general area of the warehouse, already occupied by at least a hundred souls by the entrance. Her other finger jab-jabs towards Cain's chest, rather bravely she thinks. "Hey, that's Fizzo's flatstack no.18, a diamond in the rough when it comes to underground synth and electroni-...except for that distortion, which means it's on its way! You know what...nevermind!"     Blaaaarrrrrummmmmmm. Another burst of distortion cuts through the amateur music, making Harper wince and want to cover her ears. She recognizes this big guy, from a coffee shop. He was confident as heck and something about her whole almost-met-you ruffles her feathers. "We gotta get everyone out of here. I was hoping to get in there and cut the power all sneaky but...Good Goddess!" she beseeches the sky, almost a curse, but just frustrated at her own inability and throwing out lifelines to anyone listening.     A scream from the warehouse pierces through the distortion, and Harper's worries about people in the way becomes a different problem: A rush starts pouring ~out~ and along the street lined with vendors and street buskers, vegan and meaty alike. Harper reaches inside her trenchcoat, yanking out a whatsimacallit bit of tech. The readings are all wacky oscilloscopes, peaks and valleys for some pixel snowboarder to shred.     Perhaps surprisingly, it's from the water that things emerge. Long and ugly like short trash barges, they're almost art exhibits themselves. They surface, water pouring over their sides as they levitate, multiple LEDs popping on along their hulls. Their lengths mashed together things: abandoned cars, boats, cycles and debris.
Cain Marko	"Uh-huh. Heat seeking missile. I'm still not clear why you're tellin me." Cain doesn't seem particularly worried about the warning she gave him. He turns towards the displays. "Oh, you want me to help you evacuate everybody. ...you see me wearing spandex, kiddo?" He lets out a low snort, shaking his head. Then there's the scream, and the people are running like a herd of startled cattle. Surprisingly or not, they seem to move the big brute of a man about as much as they did before when they were just mingling. He just stands there as they rush by him, some people bumping off of him like he was a pillar in the way, or being pushed into him by others trying to get out of there. He frowns, and then glances at the water when the masses of junk start to rise up out of the waves. He takes in the mish-mash of rusted old junk, and his nose wrinkles slightly as he turns that direction. "The hell is this? A redneck robot revolution?" He starts to walk towards the things with that disgusted, but curious, expression plastered all over his big mug. Okay. Even if he's not in costume, just how calm he is about this whole thing has reached the point where it's weird. Some of the people there, like Harper, are probably experienced enough to figure out he's probably not a normal guy.      As he walks, he checks his surroundings. As he passes a pretzel cart, he reaches out with a big hand and grips it. His fingers sinking into the metal of the object and lifting it into the air. He sticks two fingers of the other hand into his mouth and lets out a loud whistle. "Hey! Scrapheaps!" Then he tosses the cart at one of them in a c casual overhand throw. Casual or not, it rockets towards them with ridiculous force, hitting with numerous times the impact of a fireball. If it was sturdier than a food cart it might do some real damage to... whatever that is.
Karolina Dean	When the audio discord happens even worse and people start to panic, Karolina blinks. She reaches her arm into the food stall and grabs one of the guys by the arm. "Hey. Hey. Shut it down and get going. Cut the burners and grab the cash box," she says, her tone terse and tense. No real panic but clearly something's up. He stares at her and she gives him a lopsided smile, "Hey! I'll be fine. C'mon, get going, all of you. I promise we'll get the extra credit, alright? Miss Higgs isn't going to dock us for cutting early for a disas..."     Then ~things~ are rising out of the water and a huge guy just threw an entire pretzel stand at one like a quarterback going for the long bomb. Emphasis on bomb. "...ter." The college kids occupying the little kitchen all gawp and gape and Karolina hurries to pull the shutters down. "Come on, come on, get moving," she gives encouraging pats on shoulders and thrusts a ring of keys into the hands of the goth girl. Thankfully there's only about four of them. Staff. Not keys. Then she's hurrying into the crowd, looking for safe avenues of exit from the waterfront.     A pair of glowsticks are pulled out of a pouch in a belt she's wearing and she waves them over her head like runway beacons and calls out. "Hey! Don't push! Don't trample each other! Come on! This way!" The neon blue and pink batons in her hands should at least give her some visibiilty, even if she's not the loudest person in the area as she waves folks towards the nearest egress away from the... rising... ~stuff~.
Harper Row	Cain's projectile smacks into one of the floating scrapheaps with an unholy clamour. The sound is almost as bad as the damage caused. The waterlogged unidenitified floating object careens, unable to maintain a level equilibrium and struggling to right itself as it sluggishly rises. LEDs lights, red and unblinking, totally go right out around the center impact of the pretzel-stand-missile, and objects unattached and drop like cannonballs below the object into the water. The floating junkheap drippily does a slow circle like it was dizzy in slow motion, a number of meters higher than the surface of the river. It veers dangerously close to one of its nasty looking companions.     The other oblong metal scrapjumbles are rising higher and higher, a total of three counting the one Cain put into a drunken dance. Harper draws her bullpup rifle and starts to connect the leads to a small powerpack. Her movements sluggish as she stares wide-eyed at Cain's actions. The gratuitous hauling off of heavy object making her breath catch as she bares her teeth. "Jesus bald headed Christ on a hotrod..." If it was any colder out her breath would be coming out in visible plumes like a little locomotive. People streaming past her bump into her and send her pinballing about. "Yeah! Keep it away from the exhibit!" she shrilly screams.     Harper's hopes are raised in loftier ways than the congealed trash objects when someone with glowsticks and a clear head gets the people moving much, much better. It gives her breathing room and saves others from being trampled that aren't islands unto themselves. It's not to her credit that Harper is fuming at how Cain can just...be that way, there's things to concentrate on after all. The Bluebird hefts up her modified weapon and braces it. "Goddess guide my railgun." she murmers, slapping the underside of the barrel and making it whine. She starts to pepper one of the other dredged up barges of dilapidated doom, stitching center of mass, making red LEDs wink out where her electric bullets smack in.
Cain Marko	Cain rolls his neck with a popping sound, and glances over at Harper. "Huh? Keep it away from the what now? What are these anyway?" He's still so calm about the situation despite needing to keep these rusty heaps from hurting the civilians around! ...looking at it from a a different perspective, he might be so calm because he doesn't actually care about the civilians. He keeps walking in the direction of the whatever they ares, finally stopping a distance away from them. Bending down he digs his fingers into the street this time. Grunting as he sinks them through the pavement, and rips an oversized chunk out of it before straightening. Flying things were always annoying. They made it hard to just punch them. He heaves back, and then hurtles it with both hands at whichever one of them is currently closest to him. On the plus side, they don't seem all that fast. This projective has considerably more mass than the food cart, and he actually put a considerable amount of effort into the toss. If it manages to connect, it should do more damage than the first time.     He considers, then focuses for just a moment. There's a flash of crimson light. When it fades away, the formerly seven foot tall mass of muscle has grown around three more feet. And his clothing has disappeared, replaced by a suit of crimson armor that leaves his arms mostly bare other than a few bands, his head hidden behind a domed helmet. Not everybody would recognize the Juggernaut. But those that pay attention to the supervillain types might know who he is. Soooo. Not an off-duty hero then. With his now increased reach, he bends down to destroy an even larger chunk of the ground in procuring a new projectile.
Saeko	Where has Saeko gone? That was quite the question! A moment ago, the beautiful woman had been standing there happily nomming on her hotdog and listening to the arguement between two faces she knew...then she was gone. But not for ever as a sudden flash of blue light flares up, a raging blaze of kitsunebi surging defensively towards the junk-bots to drive them back from the civillians. Then there was the kitsune, Saeko revealed with a flare of her tails as she steps through the fire, licking her fingers clean lightly.
Karolina Dean	"Don't step on each other! Watch out for the water's edge! Careful with the children!" Karolina's leading the evacuation. It feels familiar. Wasn't she just doing this over Halloween, too? Well, it happens. She waves the light sticks until everyone's either left, or leaving, and... oh. Who are THEY? Well, she's aware of the Juggernaut, but seeing him helping out makes her tilt her head in wonderment. Harper is unfamiliar to her completely, as is that... fox.     "Oh I do love New York City..." she says with a laugh, keeping her own powers on the down-low for now. She wants to be sure there's no young or elderly getting caught lost underfoot! Then she hears the shout to keep things away from the art. While she isn't exactly sure why exactly, the idea that priceless curiosities could be damaged does enter her mind. Once things are clear -enough-, she turns towards the group at the water's edge and lights up, too.     Not to be outdone by Saeko, Karolina's body practically ~ignites~ in a bright, rainbow aura. It wraps around her form like a star in every color, pulsing and weaving as if she were on fire--just far more colorful. Then she claps her hands together before stretching her arms forward, palms out. Ahead of her, a wall of scintillating force rises, creating a broad, bright, rainbow-hued wall to interpose between the art exhibit and the rising ocean machines. "Think you three can hold them off?" she calls out to Cain, Harper, and Saeko.
Harper Row	Considerably more damage done when street meets scrap. The sound of the pavement chonk makes a peculiar sound as all that mass moves through the air. The impact is thunderous, the dull crack of sundered pavement and the colossal damage it does to the floating amalgamation. Great chunks of old rusted car chassis and newer machines but no less wet, sent crumping into all directions. The sheer of metal scratches and sets off buried propane canisters and the dregs of gasoline tanks still keeping fumes. Secondary explosions touch off sending whistling shrapel skyward, a number of pieces hurtling dangerously towards the crowd.     The hood of a jalopy death-spirals towards Harper. She's in a zone now, staring down the sights of her weapon and breathing in a more controlled manner. She empties what she has in her clip to try and get some of the similar results that the big g- Holy frigging Hell it's Juggernaut. The transformation of the supervillain almost distracts her into a hospital bed. With barely enough time she launches herself into a hard shatner-roll behind a cotton candy cart, reloading with hands that move an almost supernatural calm.     With one of the scrap heaps very totally 'nauted and dropping into the river a smoking hulk in numerous pieces, the other two extend creepy silver segmented tendrils. Danger sinister spaghetti with sharp grabby pincers at their ends. Their red LEDs flare and the speaker system in the art exhibit croaks out another punishing sound wave, albeit much more terrible than the last. Like some howl from a creature without a proper voicebox.     The two remaining floating heaps, disturbingly glued together parts of so many artificial things, are both met with a wave of the Kistune's firey power. The magic deflecting shrapnel and adding some protection to those that haven't escaped fast enough. The sudden arrival of that Kitsunebi challenges the progress of the advancing things. The magic doesn't sit well with them, making them surge unsteadily in the air.     More magic, of an entirely different sort and spectrum, seems to cause conflict and revulsion from the artificial junkheaps. The magical wall makes the LEDs flicker in confusion, and the Kitsunebi shoves. The machines rotate, as if scanning, considering or calculating, disorganized and swiping their tendrils chaotically. Potentially even easier pickings floating so close.
Cain Marko	Somebody shooting at the things was one thing. But then blue fire is shooting at them, and he glances in the direction they came from. Seeing the kitsune, he squints. Something about her was familiar, despite him not recalling ever meeting another fox... person. Okay. Weird. He's just about to toss his current pavement lump when Karoline goes all rainbowy and summons a wall of light. He stares over at her in turn, then shakes his head. This friggin city. Buncha weirdos around. "They're floating hunks of rust. I'm not even gonna break a sweat smacking them around." Not that he COULD sweat, at least form exertion. He aims at the farther away thing this time, tossing it out quicker than before. Still hard though. Then he's thumping across the street towards the third one, ignoring whether that attack hit or did anything to stop in front of the tendrils of the third. He snatches at them in the air. If he manages to get ahold of one or more, he grunts then yanks, attempting to either rip it out of the machine or drag it closer to him. "Alright, come here yah floatin jalopy." If he manages to get it in range, he cocks back an oversized arm, his muscles bulging as he launches a haymaker blow. Despite the smaller size, his fist is far sturdier than any chunk of rock. Should it hit, there's a sound like an explosion without the flames and shrapnel. Strength that lets him trade blows with beings like the Hulk and Shazam powering the strike. At least some of it will likely be launched into the sky at a rapid enough pace to visibly distort the air, disappearing from sight in seconds. Then he'll examine the tendril in his hand, shaking it curiously. "I'm still not hearing any answers on what these things are. Any of you dames know?" Okay. So he still occasionally slips into a... somewhat older way of talking. HE is over ninety.
Saeko	Could she handle them? Could she hold them off? The kitsune who'd finished off the last of her treat stretches, eyes glowing ablaze with that same etherial fire and her tails flaring out before she nods. "Oh yes, I can keep these people safe..." Wrapped in her red and overly revealing interpretation of the yukata, the divine sntity starts to step foward, those same walls of flame dancing and rolling like a wave effectively trying to badger and push the junk floating threats back.
Karolina Dean	Karolina frowns at the debris raining down. "Take them down if you can, please!" she entreats the trio as she directs her wall of solar energy to properly shield the exhibit and the people from the storm of junk that comes off of exploding autonomous monstrosities. She can really only do one or the other. The shield, or going on the attack! It doesn't help that she's weaker at night and has even less bandwidth to multi-task than usual. She's certainly effective, in her own way, as a living solar flare.     "I'm sorry, I have no idea what these are, either!" she calls back out to Ca--The Juggernaut. Because she well and truly doesn't. But people were in need, and she's always happy to lend a helping hand. Or. Helping shield of rainbowy brightness.
Harper Row	The piece of tossed pavement carves into the farthest floating abomination like a spinning axe blade. The things may hate extra-terrestrial powers and mystical energies, but they still have to bend the knee to physical forces. Especially the forces tethering the junk together into their nasty lumps. Distortion flares from the art exhibit's speakers, picking up on some frequency these things are tapping into. Akin to squeal and screams as if they were wounded, chewing through cabling and electronics and foul strange energies repurposed within them. The second critically damaged heap sprays pieces and parts and upends completely, sinking towards the waterfront trailing tendrils.     Saeko's flames of force confuse and bullying the things around, sending those tendrils into crazy sprays of motion...away from innocents, away from being so effectively grabby if they were allowed to swing and whip as they wished.     Those poor stragglers that will never be first to safety, are protected from catching metal hail by karolina's shield as well. A happy secondary byproduct being her abilities cut off the tempting lure of so much electricity drawn to the animated art exhibit, that the things' senses can't seem to grok it anymore quite so unerringly. The exhibit is cut off from the monstrosities, unable to tap into it as Juggernaut and Saeko beat and bully the strange amalgamations.     The one that Juggernaut gets ahold of is rocked by his blows, parts exploding like innards, exiting like a massive hollowpoint round just tumbled through it. The whole crunched together structure, what's left of it, drops from the sky, unable to levitate any longer. It crashes into pieces, and ~dying~ all those threaded together parts via tendrils and cables creates an immense junkpile mess.     Thankfully there's been an amazing preservation of life due to the two vibrant women. Noteworthy with so much machinery and metal raining down. As quickly as the strange attack started, it's been dealt with severely and swiftly.     There's no answers from the animated junkpiles, though a blue-haired gremlin pipes up, haggard and wide-eyed. "I...I'm not sure yet what they are. But, I know they're like vampires with a thirst for a lot of electricity. I don't know why they're attracted to this travelling art exhibit. They...they tried in Gotham as well, just one of them. These are bigger and worse. I wish I'd been able to cut the power, but maybe now, you've totalled them completely and they can't just move on when the exhibit leaves for another city. Maybe there's no more." Harper eyes the damages, particularly the holes in the earth big enough to take a header into. "Jebus..." She holsters her weapon back under her jacket and sits on the nearest felled scrapdemon, flash-dried by kistune fire so at least her pants don't get wet. Her boots squelch some wasted franks. "I should corner the artist..." She looks up to Juggernaut (Arrrrg!), Saeko (OMG!) and Karolina (WOAH!). "Not sure I know how to thank you all. I promise to figure it out though."     Lots of stuff to try and figure out, if not piece back together, though the latter looks impossible as the waterfront looks like the scene of a disaster movie. Thankfully minus bodies.
Cain Marko	"Vampires?" The Juggernaut looks down at the tendril he still holds, then tosses it aside. "Well. At least they're not sparkling." He shakes his head, then turns towards the three women, studying each. Foxy, sparkly, and... normal. He stretches, then there's another flash of crimson light. He's back to looking relatively normal and wearing regular clothes. Now much shorter, but still tall, he says, "Well, that killed a few minutes anyway. I guess I gotta find something else to do with my evening though. But this was fun. If more of these things pop up let me know." He walks over to Harper, his heavy footsteps quite loud right now as he doesn't bother trying to be quieter. He ruffles the dyed hair of the tired punk, and then produces a card form somewhere, tucking it into her clothes. "S'nice meeting you too...uh. Rainbow Girl and... Fox Lady." Yeah. He doesn't know their super names, if they have any. He eyes Saeko for a moment, then just starts to walk off. "Careful you all don't cut yourself on all this scrap. Could get tetanus."
Saeko	They certainly looked nothing like the vampires that Saeko knew, but then those fed on blood rather than electricity! As the danger ends, the fire and glowing eyes fades away, her tails swaying lightly behind her and a chuckle while she folds her arms under her bust with a grin at cain, the face she knew even if not in his...interesting attire. "Saeko," she offers simply, reintroducing herself to the man and Harper, giving her name to Karolina all in one. "Perhaps this show is...haunted in some sense?" she questions lightly before the mention of the tetnus risk brings a light chuckle. "I shall keep it in mind."
Karolina Dean	When the threat has ended and there's no more debris raining from the sky, the rainbow wall comes down and Karolina herself just ceases to glow entirely. Well, except for the pair of lighsticks she removed from her pouch again. She hands them to a child that had actually taken shelter behind her before they run off to their parents who are calling the kid's name about a block away. "Just because I'm warm and bright doesn't mean you should hide behind a stranger!" she calls out after them with a laugh before sighing, looking towards the trio before her.     "Karolina," she states. She might have a super name but outside of the rainbow brite aura, she still looks human. That winning smile is cast towards Saeko and Harper, too. "Hey, thanks for that! You're all great. Keep me in mind if anything like this happens again? There's going to be an engineering and robotics conference at NYU before the new year, so I need to check up on that. Stop by the campus if you get any more answers, yeah?"     Then she's looking around. It looks like a chunk of debris had sheared a big hole in the vegan food cart. The guy she was working with before was screaming something about the hummus. "I... have to get going..." she gives a sheepish smile to Saeko, Harper, and Cain's back before running off. "OH COME ON JOSH! WE CAN MAKE MORE!"