“Oh?” I reply, hoping for her to expand on her sentence.
“I’ve got
superpowers and they’re actually pretty powerful,” says Judy, “I’m standing the
League of Heroes’ base with the Sentinel, who happens to be my boyfriend. I’ve
just fought a training drone with my superpowers. Not only that, but I now got
my very own codename and I’m wearing a superhero costume. Plus my brother is
also a superhero. If you had told me that this would all happen a year ago, I
would have laughed and called you crazy!”
“I suppose
this would all be a bit strange for someone like you,” I admit, “But I grew up
around this sort of stuff so it is all pretty normal for me.”
“I can’t even
imagine any of this being normal,” says Judy.
“Give it time,”
I tell her, “We’ll see how you feel after a couple years as an active hero.”
“That seems
like a long time,” replies Judy.
“I’ve been
active for two months now,” I say, “Trust me, it goes quicker than you would
think.”
“So how many
supervillains have you fought?” asks Judy as I sit down at the main computer.
“Not as many
as you might think,” I reply, “That was Vistorix on my first night. Since then
there has been Edison and Hall, Nightblade, Vengeance. Not sure if the Machine
counts as a supervillain. I also fought others well who don’t count as
supervillains like space pirates, Spartan and Gorlack. Not to mention I beat up
a gang who mugged Lily, but I did that last one as Daniel Griffin. Plus there
are all those mundane criminals that we help the police catch.”
“That sounds
like quite lot,” says Judy, “I haven’t heard of some of those ones that aren’t
supervillains. And what about Vengeance? Aren’t they supposed to be heroes?”
“I don’t
believe they were ever heroes,” I reply, my voice going cold as I remember my
encounters with Vengeance, “But no one can claim they haven’t crossed the line
since they came to England.”
“Who’s Spartan
and Gorlack by the way?” inquires Judy.
“Spartan is a
leader of some bounty hunters and mercenaries,” I explain, “We meet once and
fought a little before fighting the Machine together when it showed up and
tried to kill me. And Gorlack... well, I don’t like to talk or even think about
him. He was evil madman who Narszara was hunting when she arrived on our world.
His forces had killed her friends and old team and attempted to kill me the
moment they met me.”
“What happened
to him then?” asks Judy curiously.
“What was
necessary,” I reply in a hard voice.
I don’t think
about that day. I hate that day and I
hate thinking about that day as well.
What I did had to be done, but I just wish it didn’t have to be me that did the
deed.
“So what was
that,” probes Judy, but I remain silent.
“Okay,” says
Judy after several moments, “Don’t tell me. So what about my costume?”
“I recommend a
full suit with pull up mask that leaves only your lower face exposed,” I say,
“As for colours, time doesn’t really have any associated colours with it so
pick what you think is best.”
“Well,” says
Judy, “My brother has a white, green and blue costume, but I don’t really fancy
those particular colours. I do like this purple I’m wearing and I might as well
stick with it.”
“So purple as
your base colour,” I say, “What about secondary colours? I recommend having at
least one, but no more than two.”
“Hmm,” says
Judy as she thinks, “I think yellow or white would be good. What do you think?”
I think about
it for a moment. Purple and yellow is okay, but I prefer purple and white. I
like the greater difference in the colour better. Purple and white has a nicer
contrast than purple and yellow as well.
“I like purple
and white better,” I say.
“Then purple
and white it is,” says Judy proudly, “So when do I get my costume?”
“I’ll see what
we got in stock,” I say as I pull up the list of inventory and search for
purple and white costume.
I suspect that
Janelle helped with the search as it is surprising accurate for what I want to
fine. All of the search results are costumes with purple as the main colour and
white as the secondary colour rather than the other way around as would normal
happen.
But I can’t
say that I’m unhappy or ungrateful with the unasked for assistance.
“I think this
one is a good one,” I say as I select a costume, “What do you think?”
The costume is
a purple with a thick white stripe on either side of her body. There is another
white stripe going up each arm from the wrists and across the shoulders while
the insides of the legs are also white.
Judy studies
it the pictures of it for a moment.
“I like it,”
she declares after a few seconds, “But what if I what to change it in the
future?”
“That can be
done easily,” I reply with a dismissive wave of my hand, “Now we got your
codename and costume sorted, do you want to see the Sentinel armour?”
“Oh yes,”
answers Judy excitedly.
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