Vaudevillain

Merla waited in trepidation and worry. Being the heroic counterpart to Shizuka was no easy feat. More so because the ninja villain couldn’t decide on something for more than a second. In the end, everyone picked for her.

Which was why Merla was arguably the most generic heroic counterpart. A ninja clad in white gear instead of black. A morph mask rested over her face, masking her slight pout. Of course she’d get the most generic hero of the group.

There were other differences, of course. Merla’s ninja had a futuristic, or at least a modern, bent. She wore a pair of night vision goggles over her mask and had stored two pistols on her belt along with a staggering number of guns inside her inventory. Ablative armor plating had been woven throughout her costume, giving her added protection against the ‘horrors of war’ she fought on the daily.

Merla also wasn’t above admitting she might have been stealing more than a few of the ideas from public domain cartoons.

She wasn’t boring. No matter what Shizuka said. She just had better uses for her time.

Unlike the others, Merla had decided to split off from the group of heroes that consisted of her team. They would be her distraction while she infiltrated behind enemy lines. Or in this case toward the Morality Machine.

She had no doubts that destroying the thing would be difficult, but that was why she brought an applicable amount of explosives. C4, Dynamite, and a number of other devices she couldn’t remember off the top of her head. With luck, she’d blow the thing sky high and cause enough chaos for her group to clean up.

After that, it was a matter of setting up defenses.

She held no qualms that it would be that easy. This was only the initial plan, to be changed on the fly when the enemy made contact.