Amelia was settling down, though this change in her still had Becca bristling. At least she could take solace in Ami’s offer. Setting up a meeting, clearing the air, and settling secrets. Becca wanted to comment on secrets she was sure SUPER still carried, but she held her tongue. This was not the time to push issues.

The secrets did bother Amelia, but what she went through that night was not totally banished from her mind. ”Ah think yer richt. Tae talk tae someain. If ye’re really thinkin’ ay goin’ back tae SUPER, they damn better cover ye fer that.” If you were going to put people into situations where they had to warp their morals or take a life, you better take care of them. And maybe, just maybe, if they could get them to accept Amelia’s current mental duality, they could work with her on that as well. Becca did not want to trust SUPER, but the world was messy and she did not get everything she wanted.

Becca managed a smile. ”When yer ready, if yer ready, Ah’ll make th’ call. Frae there… we’ll gie ye wherever ye feel ye need tae be.” Amelia was an adult, and the best Becca could be now was a friend to have her back.

>>”... they damn better cover you for that.” Rebecca said.

Amelia nodded. Yeah. They would. Or she’d handle that, herself. The people around her needed her strong. Strong enough to deal with whatever she was caught up in.

Becca somehow managed a smile. Supported her. Said she’d help her, whenever she was ready.

They were about done here.

“Thanks again, Rebecca.” Amelia said. “I will. I’ll think on everything, make my own call.”

Get help. Figure things out. Yeesh. So much to do.

She went towards the door, turned, nodded at Rebecca. “I’ll talk to you again soon.”

Then, she left the woman’s rooms. Here and Mirror’s rooms.

Amelia went out of the mansion, towards the gates.

—

As she stepped out of the gates, and turned in the direction of her vehicle, the twinkle of laughter gave her pause.

Amelia’s eyes darted around for the source of the laughter. From the shadows, a mysterious woman pressed forward.

“My, my, my. But aren’t we dramatic?” She said.

Amelia’s hand was at her side, ready for anything. “Who are you?”

“Someone who saw what happened tonight,” the woman replied smoothly. “So much DRAMA. Don’t you ever wish you could go back to a time before all the drama, and start again?”

“Pretty sure I was drama before drama was cool. Been doing this before my entire adult life.” Amelia shot back. “Again. Who. Are you? I don’t like mysterious creepy people hanging out by schools.”

If she had to, she could shoot her. And then report the whole thing to Rebecca and her people, and toss more drama onto the drama pile. Drama, drama, drama.

“A concerned citizen.” The woman laughed. “You’re under too much pressure. You should be happy. And I want to help with that. Don’t you want to feel... young again?”

Amelia was silent for a second, as her mind turned over recent events. Hadn’t there been a memo about a rogue SUPER agent or something? Worse than that other one, Tracy, Tracersomething?

“Third time I ask. Three, and done. Who are you?” She was getting almost Fey vibes off this woman. This was no fairytale. If anything, it felt like horror.

“You asked three times. I told you, three times. Just someone concerned for your mental state. After killing that person... and seeing all that carnage.” Something glinted in the light of a nearby street lamp. A needle? It clicked.

Amelia brought up her arms and thrust them forwards. Two ghostly blue hands shot out to lash at the woman’s chest. The woman stepped back quickly out of reach.

“I’m gonna need you to drop the needle and come with me. Do it now and do it peacefully, and I won’t have to get mean.” Amelia sneered.

The woman... stopped... glanced around, and... did something. Amelia wasn’t sure what it was, but she found herself moving forward again to try and catch the lady. Tackle her or snag her or something. The lady just faded back and tossed a little gray ball.

Amelia brought herself up short, and dove to one side before the grenade went off. Laughter bounced off the mansion grounds and the street outside the gate. When she looked up from where she’d dove, the woman was gone. She’d used her stupid grenade as a distraction. A smoke grenade distraction. And she had fled.

Amelia sighed. So much drama. Would it have been simpler to become yet another victim of the rogue SUPER agent’s dumb plot? To turn back time, and— no. She firmed up her stance and clenched her fists, dismissing them ghost hand constructs.

Whatever happened in her life, it didn’t diminish her unless she let it. It made her. The decisions she made made her. She would not go back to a simpler time, just to forget the bad things. Or the good. What she needed to do was move forward, and be strong. Because she had a lot of stuff she needed to do.

Amelia whipped out her cellphone and dialed up mansion security. She still remembered the number, from her days as a greeter. It only took a minute or so to fill them in on the basics of what had happened. She’d seen a mysterious woman outside the mansion. The woman had attacked her and left. Be alert, in case the woman returned. Hold onto front gate footage, maybe? And perhaps let the active X-men know, if the woman reappeared.

She would hunt the woman down tomorrow. Stupid SUPER and their secrets. This was another one. She had not filled the mansion in on the whole story. Maybe she would, tomorrow.

Tomorrow was another day. Endless possibilities. For now, sleep was the best possibility she could see. After a quick scouting of the area, just in case, Amelia went to find her car.

She was only the baddie if she let herself become one. Her experiences made her, but in the end, it was the choices she made that would determine who she would be. Tomorrow.


((OOC thread end? Unless you want to write a quick reaction to Rebecca getting notified of the whole thing by mansion security.))