Jemima’s bare feet slapped loudly on the rain soaked rooftop as she ran across it. The city shone brightly after the storm it had been experiencing over the past day or so, and Jemima couldn’t be happier. As she neared the edge of the roof her heart began to race with exhilaration, and she squealed with delight as she leapt of the edge when she reached it.
Hariot smiled widely at the cuteness that Jemima exuded. Swooping down Hariot caught Jemima under her arms in mid-air and carried her high above the sprawling cityscape.
“Having fun!?” Hanna yelled down to the giggling Jemima.
“This is awesome!” Jemima hollered back up to her pilot.
The pair had been playing “Airplane” all morning, and neither showed signs of tiring of the game.
“What’s going on down there?” Jemima asked as they flew near some smoke billowing from an alley below.
“Looks like a fire.” Hariot responded and dropped her altitude to get a better look.
As they got closer to the alley they saw that the smoke was coming from a pile of burning Clockwork minions, they also saw that there was currently a fight going on with a hero and another handful of Clockwork.
“Let me go!” Jemima yelled.
Hariot released her grip and let Jemima drop to the ground with a loud crash as the pavement shattered beneath her. Recovering quickly from the landing Jemima ran headlong into the fray. Electrical bolts seared the air around her as they went by, and she leapt stone feet first into the small mob, sending them, mostly in pieces, to the ground.
Stomping the still twitching Clockwork Jemima turned to check on the hero she’d aided. “Not you again!” she yelled when she saw Dementia’s Knight dusting himself off.
“I could say the same for you pint size.” he said as he sheathed his sword.
“Thousands of heroes in the city and I have to save you?” she said with a scoff.
“Hmm, just lucky I guess.” he said and turned to leave.
“That’s all I get? Not even a ‘thanks for the help’?” she asked bitterly.
Dementia’s Knight shrugged and turned around, “Never asked for it, so why should I thank you?” he asked.
Jemima fumed, she charged up a fist and took a swing at him, hitting him square in the chest and sending him flying backward.
As he skidded to a halt Jemima stood mouth agape. “I hit you.” she said dumbly.
Dementia’s Knight sat up with a groan, “Very perceptive of you.” he said as he held his chest.
“Why didn’t you teleport out of the way like before?” she asked.
“If you must know, I can’t. The man I was working for took the device he gave me that let me teleport.” he said as he slowly rose from the ground.
“Why?” she asked, folding her arms in front of her.
“You’re awfully curious.” he told her.
Hariot landed behind Jemima as she answered the man, “I meant why don’t you work for him anymore?” she asked.
Dementia’s Knight shrugged, “He was wrong about your friend, and I couldn’t work for a man that would attempt to kill an innocent.” he said.
Jemima and Hariot nodded in unison. “Well, that’s very noble.” Hariot said and put a hand to Jemima’s shoulder, “Come on, I think we’ve done enough here.” she said. Jemima turned and the pair started to depart.
“Wait!” they heard Dementia’s Knight call from behind them, making them turn around.
“Yes?” Jemima asked.
“Well, I was wondering if maybe we could pool our powers together, and combat the Clockwork in the area.” he said.
“And why would we want to do that?” Jemima asked.
“The man that hired me has some connection with the Clockwork, I overheard him talking about some sort of plan to overtake the city.” he told the two women.
“And so you thought that you’d pound on the Clockwork one by one until they were all gone?” Hariot asked.
Dementia’s Knight shook his head, “No, I thought that maybe we could raid the Clockwork King’s hideout and stop the attack before it starts.” he said with a sigh.
“Wait, lemme get this straight, you were gonna take the Clockwork King on by yourself, and who knows how many of his minions if and when you happened to find his hideout?” Hariot asked, placing her hands on her hips.
“Pretty much, yeah.” he told her, placing his hands on his hips as if to mimic Hariot.
“Even with our help that’s a retarded plan.” Hariot said. “The Clockwork King is way more powerful than even the three of us combined.” she informed him.
“Fine, I’ll go myself.” he said and walked away.
Jemima turned and looked at Hariot, “He’s probably going to die, y’know?” she said.
Hariot shrugged and began to hover off the ground, “Better him than us.” she said and picked Jemima up and took off to the air.