Melatina
"...huh."
While many different scenarios had flittered through the Queen Slime's mind as she made preemptive guesses at her opponent's reaction, he -deduced by the tone and depth of his voice- had still managed to pull a fast one on her by fleeing the scene posthaste. "Are we truly so intimidating..?" Still somewhat baffled by her opponent's course of action, Melatina scanned her appearance -slimy skin smooth and cool enough to the touch that models would grow green from envy, a slender feminine figure tinged the color of Royalty, cascading waterfalls of hair gathering together in slimy droplets at their ends...- she was clearly perfect in every way! A soul-stealing, nation-ravishing beauty, the likes of which had never graced the earth before!
Well, she supposed he was just a weirdo who couldn't appreciate their divine beauty, transient elegance and otherworldly allure of Laspia Melatina Viola - "what a plebian..."
Unflinchingly, Melty strolled passed the injured woman, disregarding her as one would a pebble on the roadside. Navigating the Banks halls she made her way to the restroom, pushing open a stall and flicking a lump of thick, viscous slime into the toilet. Held inside of this orb of slime was the Card she'd just procured. She flushed card and slime alike, knowing that the slime would hold together and ferry the card safely through the sewer systems, upon which she'd be able to track it down and recover it.
As for the Slime Empress herself? There was naturally no way she'd flush herself down the toilet! Moving over to the sink, she stuck a finger in the faucet and -shwosh. Within seconds her entire body had stuffed itself within the plumbing system and was rapidly making its way through the pipes and out of the bank.
Triplets
Three heads of white hair tilted to the side in unison, their gaze directed below them...far below them. Hundreds of feet above the streets of Detriot, three pairs of feet dangled from the edges of a skyscraper. These legs belong to an identical trio of girls -triplets- carbon copies of each other save for their differing costumes. These triplets, sharing the nickname Gwen and the last name Scathach, had been having what was -to them- a lazy day. There hadn't been much going on in the city all morning, but suddenly, as if spawned from primal chaos itself, the city erupted in pandemonium, at least 3 different crimes seemed to be committed simultaneously; as if coordinated through some means of fate...
The triplets were above one such crime scene! Below them was a scene from hell, two flame wielding empowered locked in mortal combat, laying waste to their surroundings. Fires were ingited in all directions, bathing the pavement and nearby buildings with their fury. The spray of flames -especially those luminescent green flames- was eye-catching, and had instantly drawn the attention of the triplets, who now watched the proceedings as if a live-action movie. It was quite the entertaining flick as the nameless characters -dubbed Snakey and Reaver Killy, by the triplets (very accurate descriptions by their account)- battled back and forth endlessly, pushing each other to their respective limits.
"Looks like...Snakey is gonna lose."
Resting her head in her hands, the eldest of the triplets -Gwenrhian- gave her judgment on the battle. Although the green fire-snake had fought valiantly, the odds did not appear to be in its favor.
"Then...should we help it?" While the voice was identical, these words came from the youngest of the triplets -Gwenerys. Removing her attention from the battle, she pinned it to her two elder sisters. "...well?"
"I for one think we should captu- cough- I mean, protect Snakey. It's the right thing to do!" Butting into the conversation was the middle sibling, Gweneira. While her latter words might've sounded righteous, her former words had already betrayed her intentions -a slip that could not escape her sharp-witting sisters. They could tell, at a glance, that their middle sister was more interested in the green flames than either of the two empowered. No doubt she wanted a sample of the luminescent flames to perform her alchemy with.
Shooting her second sister a disdainful glare, Gwenrhian spoke up, "All against rescuing Snakey?" The eldest triplet paused, waiting for several seconds. "Alright then, all in favor?"
"""Aye"""
With a chorus of three voices in ascent, their course of action was decided.