Yuna Suikihime

They are looking at you.

"Madam? Did you fill your papers?" You don't answer immediatelly, so the black chubby clerk says "If you still need a moment to complete your forms you can step out of the line and do it. If you need a pen there is one on the desk..." Her voice drowns on, you turn your head to confirm there is still no one else in the same line as you. There just arent that many super humans that needed to register in the first place, and several of them were rebeling against the so called Superhuman Registration Act either way.

"Sorry, I have them ready" you keep your voice low, and your head tilted foward. Your long straight hair covers most of your face, and the sunglasses your slanted eyes. You hear the distinctive click of an iPhone taking a picture, as you hand over the forms.

• Name: Yuna Suikihime
• Codename:
• Sex: F
• Height: 5' 4"
• Weight: 96
• Eyes: Black
• Hair: Black
• Nationality: Japanese
• Profession: Reporter
• Powers: Technopathy
• Enhanced human

"You left your name blank. And you didnt include a 2x2 inches picture with your mask." The woman says after giving it just a glance. You take the forms back, and say. "I dont really... I don´t do ~that~. I have an US Visa. And I was told I would get in trouble if I didn´t register."

The woman sighted "wait a minute" and went to speak to her supervisor.

You glance to the side and see a woman fiddling with her iPhone, finishing a instagram post.

Psylocke registering?

You giggle a bit, for a moment forgetting the enormity of the situation. You are much smaller than the gorgeous mutant ninja, and your slender body posses none of her attributes. You have considered before doing a boob job, to get at least a C cup, but in the end decided against it, hoping to one day be a breast feeding mother. After finding a reliable, caring man to marry.

"Miss Suikihime?" Like him, perhaps. Her superior was also black, but where she had a very shody look about her, this man had a trustworthy face, bald and clean shaved. He was very buff, probably former military. "Sorry for making you wait. We can submit your papers without a codename and a picture, but it will probably raise trouble for you in the future. Wouldnt you rather choose something for yourself now? Superheroes change their names all the time"

"... i guess" Seemed like these two were genuinally trying to help her. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Iron Princess, maybe?" You actually laugh, not expecting a gaijin to notice the 'hime' in your name. "Techno princess? Digital Princess? Dragon princess?"

"Dawn" you say quietly, and he nods in appreciation. "I can see that. Your smile is like the rising sun." It is corny, but for some reason it is working with you. "Now how about a picture? Do you have a picture in spandex?"

"No!" you say, but even as you do you remember last halloween, and that scandalous Kantai Cosplay you decided to wear. He charms his way and you are soon flipping over your phone´s gallery, trying to find a less risque picture to use in your id Card.

"Now the last thing I need before letting you go is your phone number" he says as he prints your SRA card.