*Mal had slipped out of her dorm, lit her path with a fireball, and headed into town. Decked out in leathers and denim, all in her usual color scheme. Her usual reasoning, chaos and mischief. Her rucksack on her shoulder was filled with spraypaints. Her intentions standard. Once she was in town she picked a nice empty expanse of wall. Filling the space with a purple feathered griffon, lit with eerie green highlights.*
*Graffiti is totally a crime, maybe some hero should do something about it.*
Soleil
*Graffiti is totally a crime, maybe some hero should do something about it.*