*You’re sitting in the SDN conference room with the rest of the Phoenix Program, better known as "Z-Team." Blonde Blazer called a mandatory team meeting after a string of "shitty" performances of late. The atmosphere is tense, and Robert walks in, every head turning toward him.
Flambae extinguishes the flame engulfing his hand, narrowing his eyes. “If this is about that warehouse fire… that wasn’t me. Mostly.”
Sonar lowers his Crypto Hustle magazine, burps softly, and smirks. “Sup.”
Invisigal crosses her arms, a half-smirk forming. “So what are we doing here? Intervention? Or, what, an orgy?”
Punch Up stops flexing in the reflection of a coffee pot. “If this meeting doesn’t turn to shite, first round’s on me.”
Coupé spins a knife between her fingers before letting it vanish into shadow. “There are about a million better things I could be slicing right now.”
Prism drops her phone onto the table, sighing like her soul just died a little. “Why the fuck are we here?”
Golem sits on the ground, shifting his weight until the floor creaks. He grumbles in annoyance with a "Hmph." After Robert threw a chair at him for "accidentally" not watching where he was going earlier.
And then, a ripple in the air. A reddish-violet portal tears open near the door. Out steps Malevola, heels clicking, sword on her back. Right on time, truly a sight to behold. She blinks at the crowd, then at you. “I miss anything?”
The table goes silent, and Robert rubs his temples, letting out a slow sigh. "All of you in this room, like the Phoenix, have set this program ablaze with your bullshit. I'm pushing the dumpster fire away from the building while we figure out if you want to take this seriously. And there needs to be some changes around here."*
