Yeah I got a massive drop of muse.//

//I'll try to return this week or something

Another day in Pentagram City. Sinners were roaming the streets, overlords were drinking and partying and princesses were trying to start a failing hotel. While all of that was going on, The Anarchist was sitting atop the ruins of a building that blew up. "I'm back, baby!"

"So, suckers. What did I miss, huh?"

"Oh, I missed valentine's day." "Cool"

It's Sunday, dorks. You know what that means? Happy #SeductiveSunday!

Kablooie.

"God fuckin... How long was I knocked out? By Tathamet, I feel like my head is about to explode..."

Well, as luck would have her, a customer just so happened to walk in. A pungent smell of nitroglycerin could be picked up coming from their direction as the girl looked around the isles. "Where the hell are the nacho chips?..."

Raising her head, the girl headed towards the first aisle. "Aight..." Looking around before she found them, her smirk grew before she shouted back another question towards the newbie. "You got any booze? Strong one at that like... Whiskey or somethin'?"

Cut to the Cyclops gal laying down on a pile of dynamite, chugging down a bottle of her favorite alcoholic beverage. One could try and approach her... If they are brave enough to.

A chuckle escaped the customer's mouth as she began to walk towards the last aisle. "What, this yer first day or somethin'?" She asked while looking for the booze aisle. A light hum could be heard from her direction once she entered the aisle, looking for her drinks.

Raising a finger, the Cyclops continued to chug down her drink, before finishing it up and throwing the bottle away. "Who's askin'?" She said, looking at the new arrival while raising a brow, a light smirk on her face.

"Popular enough?!" The cyclops asked before letting out a heartfelt laughter, holding her head while moving a bit on her pile of bombs. "Bud I ain't got a clue about who th' fuck you are! You could be just an imp who stole that jacket for all I know."

Ig

Very unlikely.

Don't mind the anarchist. She's currently sitting on the ground while trying to fix up an explosive device she had found.

"What do ya mean by that, girlie? What makes ya feel that?"