Tatsumaki

Tatsumaki looks over the night time badlands. Save for the occasional breeze, silence suffices this place in its comforting embrace. Sweeping stony hills spread throughout the landscape alongside other steep formations, the moonlight above casting their dull multi-hued casting. Nice, open, expansive. These traits make this region a source of respite from her duties as a hero and her the annoying 'coworkers' she has to deign herself to work with. If only they put all their whining into becoming stronger, than maybe she'd find them more tolerable to be around. Sadly the reality of the situation is as much as she imagined it. The Esper huffs through her nose and glides down to her resting spot, the area being marked by deep gouges of her frustration and broken fragments of boulders she decided were worthy enough for her to stretch her muscles on. But good rocks are coming few and far between now. She might have to move farther inland at this point.

A shadow darker than the one underneath a skinny pillar of rock catches Tatsumaki's emerald eyes. She zones onto it like a bird of prey spotting a foolish rabbit out in the open and slowly glides down towards it.

"Oi, who are you?" she asks, her low heels clacking on the stone as she lands. She glares into the darkness surrounding you as if trying to throw it off, exposing the intruder in full.