Birds of a Feather

Blameless

Powerless.

It was a word Adagio Dazzle had never thought to be associated with her and her two followers, not even when they were banished to the realm of humans. Throughout the years she could remember, she carried herself to be an unstoppable force of nature. That much had been proven when she and her fellow Sirens caused so much chaos and destruction in Equestria. It had been proven when even the mighty Star Swirl, despite all of his magical knowledge, could only send them to another realm instead of destroying them. It had been reinforced when they made their climb back up to ascendance, coming across what would've been the realm's own Elements of Harmony and assimilating their magic. Their strength had been at their peak, and they had even fought back their rivals' attempts to stop their progress. In the heat of the moment, nothing could come close to touching them.

But within the time span of a few minutes, the illusion of invincibility was broken. To this very moment, Adagio simply could not figure out where they had went wrong. They had turned enemy against enemy, crushed the magic that had attempted to stop their uprising and had backed the only thing capable of stopping them into a corner. And yet, it was the voice of one lone girl - one Sunset Shimmer, to be exact - that had turned the tide. When she started singing, and when the chorus of nemeses joined in, the grip became fragile and withered until the last of the clenching fingers had disintegrated. All of her work, her planning and her power had been ripped away from her in an instant. Not even her former status as the otherworldly Siren was spared. When it was all over, she was left with the frail and decaying form that was only known as "human" - a human with the singing voice of a dying cat.

Seven mortal teenage girls managed to perform what the mighty unicorn magician couldn't - the killing of an immortal.

That fact alone was much more mortifying than the food that stained her stage outfit, much colder than the brick wall against her forehead as she leaned against it. Even as dimmed eyes stared at the hard material, her mind was a maelstrom of emotions. There was confusion. There was grief and sorrow. There was horror, and there was fear. But most importantly, there was anger. There was anger at those girls for reducing them to such a state. There was anger at the students of Canterlot High for falling prey to that poison of a song. Worst of all, there was anger at herself. She was the leader, the one Aria and Sonata expected to lead the way. She had pulled them in with promises she was confident to keep, keeping them in with the natural charisma she had been born with. But now? She had failed them. She had dragged them to a fate worse than death, dropping them from gods ripping through the skies to ants scavenging the ground. Even though she didn't understand how it happened, she did realize that it was her fault. The promises were broken, their image of her shattered like fine china against concrete and she was certain her bonds with them would shatter as well.

If that was apparent, then the two ex-Sirens in question weren't showing it - at least, not right away.

Aria, as expected, was the one to openly voice her complaints about the situation. "Great." She hissed, scowling at the edible contents that stained her form. She hastily brushed off what she could with her hands, only to stick her tongue out in disgust when the residue melded on her hands. She quickly flung them out, ignoring the yelp from Sonata as the blue girl jumped back. "Just great! Not only did we get stomped by those stupid Rainbottoms, but we lost our powers! We can't absorb any more negative energy, can't carry a tune to save our life, and to top it off, we're not even Sirens anymore! We're just three teenage girls now!" She clenched her teeth, punctuating her rant with a vicious kick to a nearby trash can.

The sound of metal clattering with the ground of the alleyway, the garbage spilling out and the rats scurrying away did nothing to phase the nigh-comatose Adagio. It did cause Sonata to recoil, jerking one leg up in the air and maintaining a comedic pose of stiffness until the last rodent went past her. As she put her foot down, she placed her hands on her hips and gave Aria a glare. "Hey! The mice have homes, too!" She exclaimed.