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Bluebell waved it off, “You’re still just a teen. I can drink legally,” she arched her brows at the other girl, 4 years still made her the senior here. Starting to wander around the shop with noticeably less hostility than when she’d first entered, she commented, “I can see that, but I mean… like you work work here or is it like your workshop? Like my Evil Lair?”

“So what?” Lucy snarks, turning and hurrying to keep pace with Bluebell to make sure she didn’t try to take anything. “Who says it isn’t both?” she asks pointedly, sounding protective of the space.

Bluebell tipped her head at Lucy, confused, “Of course it can’t be both,” she made little circular hand motions as she tried to articulate her logic, “If it’s your workshop then it’s yours. He can’t pay yourself to work in it!”

She put her hands on her hips and turned to face Lucy fully, “You aren’t much of a villain, are you?”

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“Well I don’t!”Bluebell shouted back over her shoulder, fishing around for the electric box and deactivating the kill switch bot she’d attached to it, “I know of them but I still don’t fucking know what you’re on about.” 

Pulling off the night vision goggles now that power and lights were back, Bluebell stomped over to Lucy and glared hard, “You’re just a kid!”

This was utterly ignoring the fact that Bell herself was on;y slightly older, but those few years meant a lot to her. 

“How’s that my fault?!” Lucy yells back, having been glowering in Bluebell’s direction as the older woman works to fully restore the power. When she turns around, though, that expression is replaced in a panic with something less obviously annoyed.

An effort that doesn’t last long with that follow up comment. “Am not!”

“Pffffff,” Bluebell blew out with a crinkled brow, “Yeah right! Like what are you? Like 14 or some shit,” she crossed her arms, feeling quite superior at 21. Curiosity overriding anything else, she admitted, “Like I heard about other people being blue but like, haven’t run into shit before you,” she looked around the shop, appraising it with new light now, “What is this place to you then, anyway?”

Making a face at ‘14′, Lucy’s look of annoyance deepens. “I’m seventeen!” she snaps in return, not liking the way Bluebell was acting. “Um, I work here?” she responds in an ‘isn’t that obvious’ tone.

Bluebell waved it off, “You’re still just a teen. I can drink legally,” she arched her brows at the other girl, 4 years still made her the senior here. Starting to wander around the shop with noticeably less hostility than when she’d first entered, she commented, “I can see that, but I mean… like you work work here or is it like your workshop? Like my Evil Lair?”

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“The fuck should I know?” Bluebell threw up her hands, “One of the other whats?” she huffed at the other girl, “I just said I don’t know any other blues.”

“This is stupid,” she complained, “I’m going to turn the power back on,” turning, she dropped the goggles back in place and headed back the way she came.

“You don’t have to know any of ‘em to know about them!” Lucy calls back, carefully staying put until the lights are back on. Something that makes her flinch when they switch back on that suddenly, automatically shielding her eyes against the light until she can adjust.

“Well I don’t!”Bluebell shouted back over her shoulder, fishing around for the electric box and deactivating the kill switch bot she’d attached to it, “I know of them but I still don’t fucking know what you’re on about.” 

Pulling off the night vision goggles now that power and lights were back, Bluebell stomped over to Lucy and glared hard, “You’re just a kid!”

This was utterly ignoring the fact that Bell herself was on;y slightly older, but those few years meant a lot to her. 

“How’s that my fault?!” Lucy yells back, having been glowering in Bluebell’s direction as the older woman works to fully restore the power. When she turns around, though, that expression is replaced in a panic with something less obviously annoyed.

An effort that doesn’t last long with that follow up comment. “Am not!”

“Pffffff,” Bluebell blew out with a crinkled brow, “Yeah right! Like what are you? Like 14 or some shit,” she crossed her arms, feeling quite superior at 21. Curiosity overriding anything else, she admitted, “Like I heard about other people being blue but like, haven’t run into shit before you,” she looked around the shop, appraising it with new light now, “What is this place to you then, anyway?”

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“Um, Lucy?” Answered in a ‘well duh’ tone, Lucy turns the light down toward a spot between the two of them; it’s just strong enough to show where both are but not their appearances. “Why’d you cut the power, huh?”

Being able to see more than just by the little flashlight she was holding was Lucy’s first priority.

“Well duuuuuuuh! I’m robbing you! Or I was…” Bluebell scowled, crossing her arms. The other person in the building being blue rather drastically changed her priorities. 

Looking Lucy up and down she had to wonder at the similarities, “That real? You didn’t just steal a disguise watch did you?” 

She was somewhat aware of the multi-dimensional nature of the city, but she’d never actually run into another blue person before now.

“No you’re not!” Lucy shoots back, sounding more certain of that than she honestly feels. Standing up a little straighter to look more confident, too. Narrowing her eyes after Bluebell’s next comment, she’s tapping one foot against the floor.

“Do I look like I’m wearing one?” is her return question, keeping a close eye on the older blue woman.

“Well no…” Bell scowled and crossed her arms embarrassed, “I just… didn’t expect to see someone else who was blue…” biting her lip, she look away, “I’m not gonna rob a sister. Blue pride.”

Rolling a shoulder as she debated internally, Bell finally holstered her de-gun, “You don’t have to call me Megamind. It’s Bluebell.”

The tension carried in Lucy’s shoulders eases when Bluebell holsters the gun she had been holding, even if the teen herself hadn’t been fully aware of it.

“Makes things easier,” she admits, hands clasped behind her back. “You’re one of the other ones, then?”

“The fuck should I know?” Bluebell threw up her hands, “One of the other whats?” she huffed at the other girl, “I just said I don’t know any other blues.”

“This is stupid,” she complained, “I’m going to turn the power back on,” turning, she dropped the goggles back in place and headed back the way she came.

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“Um, Lucy?” Answered in a ‘well duh’ tone, Lucy turns the light down toward a spot between the two of them; it’s just strong enough to show where both are but not their appearances. “Why’d you cut the power, huh?”

Being able to see more than just by the little flashlight she was holding was Lucy’s first priority.

“Well duuuuuuuh! I’m robbing you! Or I was…” Bluebell scowled, crossing her arms. The other person in the building being blue rather drastically changed her priorities. 

Looking Lucy up and down she had to wonder at the similarities, “That real? You didn’t just steal a disguise watch did you?” 

She was somewhat aware of the multi-dimensional nature of the city, but she’d never actually run into another blue person before now.

“No you’re not!” Lucy shoots back, sounding more certain of that than she honestly feels. Standing up a little straighter to look more confident, too. Narrowing her eyes after Bluebell’s next comment, she’s tapping one foot against the floor.

“Do I look like I’m wearing one?” is her return question, keeping a close eye on the older blue woman.

“Well no…” Bell scowled and crossed her arms embarrassed, “I just… didn’t expect to see someone else who was blue…” biting her lip, she look away, “I’m not gonna rob a sister. Blue pride.”

Rolling a shoulder as she debated internally, Bell finally holstered her de-gun, “You don’t have to call me Megamind. It’s Bluebell.”