Thread: True Justice (WolfxHHCandy)

Annie's brow furrowed as she laid back on her large, round, fireproof bed. The fluffy pink comforter and pillows which surrounded her nearly hid her from view to one who scanned the room quickly. Like almost everything in her room, she was pink and red. Rosy cheeks betrayed her youth, although as a bright girl of nearly 17, she would certainly rebel against this description. Her head sprouted shimmering, deep red locks which fanned out around her head as she reclined. As for her room, it was actually fairly impressive that her handlers were able to find that many pieces of furniture and decor items in her favorite, hibiscus pink. Of course, it wasn't that surprising, given that she was a member of The Guard. She was special, and she was treated specially. Aside from the striking hegemonic femininity of her room, the other, perhaps even more noticeable feature of her personal abode was the intense heat that was pumped in through the vents 247. It was the temperature of a sunny day whenever weather control was under maintenance. When the room was kept this hot, she didn't have to exert too much effort to make sure her body temperature remained at its normal 40 centigrade 104 Fahrenheit. When she had been made, a negative side effect of her impressive ability to manipulate heat and flames had been her body's poor thermoregulation and need to remain at a higher temperature to function optimally. She'd learned to use her power to warm herself at a young age, although she had a few very fuzzy memories of being remarkably, suffocatingly cold. They were some of her least pleasant memories. In her room, her powers were almost unnecessary to keep her body temperature high. In addition to a high baseline, her body was also capable of withstanding much higher temperatures before her cells began to die and her proteins began to unfold. She sighed and sat up, looking around her vast, two-story room. There was simply nothing to do today. There hadn't been a Phantom in weeks and all they'd been doing was classes and mission training. When she had joined The Guard some 8 years ago she'd only just gotten full control over her powers, so she would train with an older Mutant to learn to master and expand her abilities. Now that she'd hit a bit of a plateau, and was generally considered to have full mastery over her power, she rarely got the chance to really enjoy using her powers. After all, the only fun she really got to have was when a Phantom showed up. Even then, she was generally pretty distracted with saving the city. Annie decided to go down a few floors to one of the training environments that had been designed for her. The room was a replica of a frozen tundra, but the ice was super-chilled and it took an immense amount of energy to ensure that the room was kept cold enough that her powers wouldn't blow a hole in the wall or anything. She wondered what her partner was doing now...would he be willing to come and play with her? Probably not, he was so serious! Annie crossed her arms, frowning. Well, it couldn't hurt to ask... Computer, please find my partner if his location is not classified. she spoke aloud. A pleasant, electric female voice spoke out from the elevator she was stepping into. Locating...