Burnscar wore a red dress and had chosen to go barefoot rather than wear shoes.
Oh, hi. Didn’t think we’d be seeing you this immediately, though I suppose we kind of did with Jack Slash. I guess there’s no pretense of introducing the Fellowship one by one not being the gimmick of these Interludes.
I appreciate that, honestly. It’s too obvious to try to hide it at this point, even if the reader didn’t know there were eight of these Interludes going in.
Her dark brown hair was a tangled mess above staring green eyes. Her skin was pale, giving a greater contrast to the red of her clothing and the dark the circles under her eyes.
She sounds oddly elegant. Not sure why.
The round scars of what were likely cigarette burns formed individual rows down from the bottom of each eye to her jaw.
Ah, yes, the signature burn scars. Quite possibly related to her trigger event.
She strode forward through the flames she’d set on the streets outside Faultline’s now-deserted nightclub, Palanquin.
Eyy, it made it through the test of water. Now let’s hope it can withstand fire too.
So chances are Burnscar wants Spitfire – both Jack and Siberian went for people they could relate to, and I think that trend will continue – but Spitfire is apparently not amoral. Does Burnscar actually think she’s Slaughterhouse material?
Sweeping her arms to either side, she spread the flames along the breadth of the road, drew the heat into her palms, and then hurled it at her opponents.
On the other hand, maybe she just came here for a fight. I do think it’s more likely that the Crew just got ready to fight the moment they spotted her, though, without hearing her out.
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