Stark Differences (g/t)

Issue #2

London sat on top of the Museum's roof and let her legs swing back and forth over the edge, looking out over the city. It was always funny seeing things from such a view while still at her normal height. She watched the cars, the size of toys from up there, go up and down the quiet street. That's what London found most boring about the museum, it was so far away from the real action of the city.

Queensbury was a huge, modern city, whereas the Museum was dull and ancient. It was quite large sure, but mostly just due to its massive ceilings. There was still only one floor, and the exhibits were so spaced out as to not make it look as empty as it really was. Rumours were even going around that the place would be closing down soon, as they've started moving the paintings and whatnot to other, less dead, museums.

London sighed. She checked the time, giving a huff as she realized it was only nine in the morning, and she wouldn't be called back for training until at least three o'clock.

London had had her lunch almost an hour ago, which so far, had been the highlight of her day. She stood up suddenly, walking across the roof's ledge like a tightrope with her arms extended outward on either side. Nothing like a good dose of adrenaline to make you feel something during a boring day. She took a few careful steps forward, before hearing a loud explosion from below. The impact made her lose her balance, but she managed to fall inwards and tumble back onto the roof instead of plummeting to the ground.

"What the hell?" she mumbled, getting back to her feet and looking over the ledge.

Her eyes widened as she saw a cloud of smoke at the entrance. Villains.

Well, it looked like she'd be getting her adrenaline for the day after all.

She practically grinned as she grew to ten feet tall, almost surpassing that from excitement. She hopped off the ledge, landing on an arch from the complicated building design. She jumped off again, landing on another arch in the building, before jumping one final time and landing on the cement. She raced towards the entrance, glad the doors were tall enough and she didn't have to duck. She came into the lobby, seeing three museum workers tied up and on the ground, before spotting the profile of an all too familiar villain.

Snow white hair pulled into a low bun. A single silver ear piercing. Black top coat paired with tweed pants and a pretentious turtle neck. And an ice blue masquerade mask. Jupiter.

Jupiter stood over the hostages, his hands open and palms glowing a faint shade of blue, the tell tale sign that he was about to use his powers. Her eyes widened in fear, knowing that her first priority as a hero was civilians safety.

"Hey!" she snapped, getting his attention.

The light in his palms extinguished as he faced her, much to her relief. The mask only hid his eyes and nose, so she had a perfect view of his cold smile.

"Rhea?" he chuckled in disbelief. "Didn't we just fight yesterday? Don't you have a life outside of me?"

"Oh I do, I just like to take the time to kick your ass!" she resurged, taking a step closer into the lobby.

At this height, he looked almost like a child, making London giddy. She would have loved to go bigger and be able to pick him up like a rag doll, but once again her first priority was civilians safety.

"Well you really haven't been doing a good job at that now have you?" he inquired taking a few steps back.

"Jupiter, you aren't retreating are you?" she smirked, taking another step forward, a little stronger this time, making the ground beneath her shake. Jupiter nearly toppled over from the impact, so she was confused when he regained his smile.