(Lynn #2) You are teleported with Magik Knight to a seedy street near the waterfront...

As the copy of yourself goes out the front door to distract Nightingale, you are expecting the sultry Slavic blonde standing next to you to have some kind of plan. "So what're you gonna-"

Before you can finish she's snapped her fingers and you find yourself surrounded by a terrifying, hellish landscape. At first it all seems just black, but as your eyes adjust you see it is like the interior of an old timey castle, with black stone walls and massive, cyclopean edifices. A shrieking, moaning wind (or is it just wind?) surrounds you from all sides, and you feel a chill run through you that cuts deeper than any mere winter weather. It looks like you're utterly alone, but you have a hair-raising sensation of being watched.

"AHHHHHH!!!" you cover your eyes and scream girlishly. You feel a hand tugging on your arm. Hesitantly, you spread your fingers wide enough to look through and see the glowing neon sign of an all-night bar. The howling wind is gone and you can hear traffic noise.

"Please, Lynn, you are embarrassing me. Calm down." It's Magic Knight, forcing you to lower your hands. Sure enough, a lot of pedestrians are staring at the two of you, but that probably has as much to do with the fact that you're both scantily-clad, scandalously shapely heroines than anything. A few of the people staring look worried, probably because they know that seeing heroines on the scene means trouble is about to start... or perhaps assuming that Magik Knight is a supervillain, which honestly would've been your guess based on her menacing black outfit if you hadn't first encountered her in the League HQ. Most, though, are horny guys staring for the usual reasons.

"Wh-what was..." you begin to stammer. She pats you on your shoulder. "Don't worry about it." the lithe young woman says. "We're here. If we're going to be working together, we should have a little warm up, get to know each other, and maybe scout ahead before the villain shows up. Even if he isn't there at his new crime base yet, his henchmen might be."

"Oh, yeah! So we can stop him before he does anything bad, right?" you give her a sweet grin, the brief trauma forgotten.

Magik Knight laughs. "No! Of course not. It doesn't impress anyone that way. We find out what he'll be doing so we can stop him WHILE he is doing it, in front of everyone." she starts off down an alleyway with a sultry, hip-swaying walk. You're a bit jealous of how effortlessly sexy she looks with every motion she makes. You yourself rarely wear high heels. One of the few times you did, at your high school prom, you tripped, snagged a tablecloth and brought down half a buffet table with you.

"And by the way," the enticing heroine says, flashing her blue eyes back at you over her shoulder, "you can call my Illyana. You're really new to this superhero thing, aren't you?"

Blushing a little, you puff out your chest and hustle a few steps ahead of her. "T-that ain't true! I've been doing this for more'n a year now! I've already got myself three supervillains in jail under my belt and like a hundred petty crooks!"

"Mmmm," Magik Knight murmurs. "Well, I have only been in costume for three months as of Monday, but that's because my overprotective brother didn't even let me get my start until I'd turned 20. Even so, I've been watching how it is done since I was a child, and you need to do more to stand out in THIS city than in Texas or wherever you're from."

You start to protest but realize that pointing out you're actually from Arizona would only be proving her point. Instead, you decide to change the subject. "Hey, hold up a second, Illyana! Didn't you forget something? There's still one of me back there! And honestly, if you could just teleport us across the city in a blink like that, why did I have to split myself again just to distract Nightingale? Doing that hurts! And more importantly, I'm half as strong and fast now!"

"Hmm..." She turns to glance at you. "Can you do it more times?"

"I don't know and I don't aim to find out 'less I have to!" you pout. "Now that I think about it I don't like the idea of not knowing where my copy is. What if it - uhh, she, whatever - gets hurt? Or stuck somewhere? Or just plum lost?"

"Please. Don't underestimate my power like that. Do you not know how long my reach is?" she says, her voice still an enticing, throaty purr. "Come here." She steps up and wraps her hands around your waist, her fingers squeezing your belly tightly and making dimples in the tight fabric of your leotard.

Over your shoulder you can hear a few tipsy guys hooting, hollering and wolf-whistling. It looks to anyone watching like Magik Knight is about to start making out with you. Instead, you feel a chilling sensation spread through your body from her fingertips. "Hey! M-Miss Illyana? I don't feel so good." you say. "What are you doin' to me? Enough already!" She doesn't seem to hear you, and her eyes are glowing faintly.

After she releases you the uncomfortable sensation ends. Magik Knight looks behind you, then turns and looks back over her shoulder, expectantly. After a minute you think she starts to look a little concerned.

"What-" you start to say, but she cuts you off, pushing you away from her. "I changed my mind!" Magik Knight says, tossing her flowing blonde hair over her shoulder as she turns and starting to butt-waggle her way down the next alley. "We can go track down your clone later. I'd rather see what you are capable of in your split form. You still have SOME superior strength and agility now, I hope? You'd be a pretty useless teammate if using your only power reduces you to the status of two ordinary girls."

Deciding you've had about enough of her high-handed attitude, you go in and grab her by her slender, well-toned midriff and lift her up into the air, causing her to let out a squeak of alarm. Tossing up her, you take one hand off of her hip (you accidentally grab her butt a little by mistake but she's too startled to notice) and balance her in the palm of one hand on her stomach. She doesn't weigh very much so it's easy, even in your current state, to toss her a foot in the air one-handed in such a way that she rolls over in mid-air before catching her in the 'bridal carry' pose. She huffs in irritation as you bend down to set her back down on her feet.

"I think I can manage." you say with a sly chuckle. Of course, the drunken lechers staring at the two of you are driven wild by that, applauding and crowding in closer. Even when Magik Knight starts down the next alleyway and you follow after her, a few of the rougher, rowdier men start following after you... hopefully just in hopes of seeing more teasing antics like that.

'I guess this is fine,' you think to yourself. 'If I was in the copy's place I would just head back to HQ or to my own place. We can merge back up later. This way, this snooty rooskie will be more impressed by what I can do at full power! I shouldn't worry so much, my copy isn't gonna do anything dumb like get hit by an 18-wheeler. If she did, that would mean that I'm dumb, and that sure as heck isn't so!'