Harmless Graffiti (OPEN)

Why on earth was there someone there? Inkblot stopped dead in their tracks, head craning for a moment to catch sight of who was there. A civilian? Some goody-two-shoes super? Body tensed and ready to go on the attack, they held out their brushes like some sort of vague threat. Eyes landing on the source, their shoulders slumped with a quiet sigh. Not any super, but another member of Pandemonium. They hadn't talked much to the others affiliate with the faction, but at least this guy wouldn't be trying to haul them in to the station.

What was his name again? It took a few moments to pull it from the back of their mind, carefully considering the cushion of blood beneath him. Right. Bloodbath. A real ambitious name for a super Inkblot hadn't heard much about, though powers related to blood would certainly make sense. Everything they had heard about him was conflicting, from vicious to wimpy, and honestly they didn't quite feel like finding out which he felt like today. Still, running off wasn't exactly an option. They had no real reason to be anything but friendly to an ally, even if they had apparently been spying for a good while now.

Sliding all but one brush back into her belt holders, Inkblot carefully spun the handle between paint coated fingers. "If you didn't want to be hit, you should've spoke up sooner," they settled on saying, arms crossed over their chest. "I was just bringing a bit of color to this place is all. How was I supposed to know that you had the red bits covered?" The area surrounding them looked like a child's finger painting, just a swirling mess of the brightest pigments. Shifting their stance, their gaze settled back onto another untouched traincar.

Maybe turning their back on another villain wasn't the best of ideas, but Inkblot was still a bit new to this.

Grip tightening on their one brush, they flung it once again to their newly blank canvas. This time the blow had far less force behind it, though a great deal more paint landed with a splat. "Are you just here for the art show?" they asked curiously. "I might have to start charging for tickets."

The newbie. Right. She winced at the reminder of how fresh she was around the faction, still quite new in comparison of others. Inkblot fought back the urge to make a retort, reminding herself that it wasn't exactly inaccurate. If she wanted to get that respect, she'd just have to prove herself a thousand times over. It wasn't like that was a new situation to her anyway.

"Here I thought that much was a bit obvious," she teased, tilting her head backwards to peer at the other. "The paint and paintbrushes, along with my impeccable eye for color? I'm an artist." Lifting up one hand in demonstration, she showed off her four brushes held between each finger. "Well, I make paint. Can make it from my skin, or from some brushes, and use it to... Well, I can do a bunch of stuff. Mostly though I just like to shoot things. It's fun, you know?"

A lighter shade of ink swirled over where a mouth should be on her face, giving the false impression of a wicked grin.

"Sometimes I use it to wreck stuff, but I'm not exactly in battle mode right now. Today was more about spreading the paint around, which isn't a very impressive show of strength. Even if it's beautiful, in my own personal opinion."

"Whoa wait, it's actually your blood? That's not just a distorted rumor that gets passed around?" Her surprise shone through an expressionless face, even a bit of awe tinting her voice as she watched him. Despite the name, she hadn't actually been expecting him to control blood. She'd just assumed it was a nickname he'd gotten from being particularly violent, which probably wasn't too far off the mark either. "Wow, that's a bit more intense than some paint. Props to you man."

Shifting her position, Inkblot slid all but one single brush back into their spots on her belt. That one single brush she held as any artist would, carefully beginning to paint into the air itself. She was more careful than usually during the heat of battle, actually taking the time to make her own creation clearly recognizable as a tiny beagle. It tilted its head, tail thumping against the ground in a steady beat.

"Yeah, I can do stuff like that too. You know, you aren't actually so bad. I can appreciate the choice of pun in your dog breed."

Inkblot grinned at the display of his power, knowing that her own ability probably wasn't near up to snuff. It was still fun to try and meet someone punch for punch, even in the instances where she knew her own power didn't quite measure up. Still she worked quick, now holding a brush in both hands as if to show off her ambidextrous talent. Her work was quick, more than a bit sloppy, but it got the job done well enough.

She'd painted a figure just a little taller than the two of them, with sharp claws and shifting colors as it lumbered towards the blood figure to attack. "Yep," Inkblot replied, twirling both of her brushes happily. Her creatures were more about look and style than raw strength, but it got the point across well enough.

"Though I guess I have to put in a second more prep time to get mine rolling out." If her face wasn't completely covered, she would have punctuated that with a wink. Maybe she had done so anyway, but no one would be any wiser of it. "I like to think that I make up for it with more of a color variety."

"Sure it is. We've all got our strengths and weaknesses, and it looks like you know where yours are. That's about half of being good at anything."

With a single lunge of force, the blood creature crashed boldly into her being of paint. It didn't take much for Inkblot's work to go down, the paint exploding out in a colorful rain as if it simply couldn't keep a hold of its form. She frowned thoughtfully at the display, even though she'd half expected it to end up that way. Maybe she should just stick to using those things for show, rather than power. At least the splatter pattern of the paint was nice to look at.

"Case and point," Inkblot said, gesturing to where her creature just stood with a sigh. "Making life from nothing? Not my strong suit. You know what is though?" In the blink of an eye her grin was back, so sharp that it could practically be heard in her voice. "Wrecking things myself."

Her arms moved like lightning now, flinging just two paint bullets at the blood being before her. This wasn't like her movements of before, with large globs of paint meant simply to make her own art. These were small, fast, and looked powerful enough to rip right through any single one of those train cars.

This guy was fun. He was fun in the dangerous way, but still a blast all the same. Inkblot couldn't imagine what effects that using your blood so liberally would have on a body, but here he was making whatever sharp bits he liked and smiling about it. Still, she wasn't dumb enough not to think of protecting herself first.

"Of course I want to see," she shot back happily, her own stance shifting into one more appropriate for defense. "Us guys in Pandaemonium need to be working together, right? Or at least getting along. I'd certainly like to know what you're capable of."

She ducked down just slightly, though given her height that didn't quite do much. Inkblot wasn't entirely sure he was planning on attacking her, but she wasn't exactly against a little friendly and risky sparring. One thing she was certain of: if that attack was meant for her, she would be ready. The moment she realized harm was coming her way, she was prepared to let her whole body dissolve into paint with a splat and fall to an inky mess on the ground. Not even a second later it would reform, perched a top one of the train cars she'd been wrecking.