Yippee Kayak Other Lovers [Lyra]

So, you’re here to see me work my magic, hm~?

It looks even better than I’d expected~ The corners of her mouth curling upward as she looked at herself in the reflection of the mirror of the changing room she stood in, whilst Miss Hallows had held a hint of concern that maybe the item would be a little too tight on her given how international sizes differed, she was happy to see that the dress she had slipped into hugged her form in a svelte and slender fashion that only seemed to highlight the slimness of her shape, among other things. Still largely concerned with her sense of fashion as she had ducked into this spot in order to give herself a one woman catwalk performance, as she twisted and turned in the mirror this ebony wearing enchantress was still unaware of what was creating the commotion that rippled outside, but that was soon to change.

“Hey you, behind there!
Get those hands up!”

All too quickly the sounds of aggression seeming to reach the ears of Eve as she continued to admire the fine way her frame looked in the dress she had chosen, even though the vision that the vixen represented was quite the distraction she couldn’t help but perk her ears up at words that sounded like they were filled with anger, and for a good reason too.

Sounds like trouble…? This far from the first ‘rodeo’ for this raven haired reveller of fashion, those clues in word and tone were the sorts of things that the gothic girl had looked for while slipping through the back streets of Seattle as silently as she could manage, as a trouble-seeking teen looking to make a difference in the world. A surprising enough fact one supposed given her bearing but this black beauty not your average lover of lace and dark colours but rather a vigilante of old who had chosen to go ‘straight’ so to speak, the sounds of struggling were something that she searched for and strove for, and more than enough to prompt her to peel the curtain that protected her back to see what was going on.

“This way, move it!”

A robbery…? The slow slide of cloth certainly not the sort of thing that would attract too much attention and that likely working in the favour of Miss Hallows, as she eased the veil that protected her away a few inches she locked her eyes on something that was extremely displeasing, and rather disappointing too.
But why move them? A thug in a mask pointing their hands toward the teller in the shop and showing off how a bony protrusion betwixt each knuckle that looked rather like a knife or even a dagger, a trio of them were amassed to menace and threaten an innocent for reasons that the dark diva did not understand, but definitely disapproved of.

The work of a hero is never done, I suppose? That enough to cast her into action, whilst some might have tried to cower in a hiding spot that had thus far gone unnoticed given how it was tucked away in the back of the shop Eve was different, and it certainly showed in what she did next. Acting quickly and concisely as she sensed a person in danger, the dark dish took advantage of the distracted state of her enemy to strike, deftly and definitively at that.

I don’t know what your game is… Thankfully it seeming that her anonymity was not her only advantage either, as Miss Hallows moved out from the changing room in as stealthy a stoop as she could manage she was lucky to have removed her heeled boots as part of her ensemble change, both reducing the height she had for her enemy to notice her and more important the sound she made as she moved as well. Those sharp tips that were beneath her feet no longer able to jab at the ground like a steady drumbeat but rather her bare feet slipping across the smooth and short carpet beneath her with barely a sound, the black beauty moved through the racks like a panther stalking her prey, waiting for that chance to pounce. Figuratively speaking at least.

…But you’ll rue the day you ruined my shopping trip! The actual act of suppression perhaps a little bit more stylized than the strike of a cat or even a wolf and a whole lot more supernatural in influence, as she moved the macabre minx narrowed her eyes and felt her hair twitch a little as an eerie, ethereal glow seized her for a moment, before moving onto the things around her. Striking quickly and concisely before her enemy had a chance to realize what was happening to them and more importantly prior to them being able to harm the hostage they were marching away, with her quirk Eve sent one rack of clothing after another flying into the form of the fool, before finishing them off with a coup de grace that felt rather ironic given her limited understanding of the scenario; the forceful strike of a nice, heavy cash register to the head.

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