Sarah chewed on her kiseru as she watched Isaac fall into his super persona. It was a little bit like Chains, a little bit like Bulwark, but mostly just himself, though more intense. She was used to seeing stuff like that, given the circles she ran in, but it was odd to see it happen without a costume change.For herself, she’d separated out the hat and the kiseru specifically for Scheherazade, keeping the illusion of normal cigarettes for when she was out in public normally. It might not have been much of a costume, but since she could make her clothes look like anything she wanted, the props were more than enough for her. It helped that Scheherazade was mysterious, so she didn’t have to talk to people, which was still not her favorite activity.The thought made her stir herself to start acting as Scheherazade, and send her smoke out in discreet threads, starting longer-ranged surveillance and, if necessary, teleportation. It wasn’t enough to just sit there and be mysterious anymore, or to sit and wait for events to develop. She wasn’t acting as Dad’s lieutenant anymore, nobody giving her orders and no form of backup to bail them out if something happened. Isaac was relying on her to keep them safe from anyone who might be a problem.Amusingly enough, at least to her, Isaac had a definite flair for the dramatic when he was using a super persona. She thought it was due to all the television and comics, rather than actually growing up among supers like she had, but it worked for him. Especially when it came to obvious belligerents like the other moonies, who clearly weren’t ready for a couple of humans on Deep Kingdom raptors.“You are what?” The moonie was clearly incredulous. If she were just going by tone of voice, she would have said he was bored, but the translator rune held a lot of the meaning. It truly was an alien existence, to have so much communication bound up in magic, and one she didn’t care for. Having everything (...)