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Ana strolled down the hallway of the Lockport convention center, smirking to herself.  She was extremely pleased to be hosting the first annual Wicked Women, a convention for supervillainesses.  And the turnout, according to ticket sales and guest sign ups, was excellent.  She’d gotten such luminaries as Thundercrush and Malevola, who would no doubt inspire other villainesses to up their evil game.  There were some exciting panels planned as well, including “Seduction and You: Weaponizing your sexuality for fun and profit”, hosted by a local thief and sex worker, Prowler and “Smashing the Glass Ceiling: Breaking Into M

Ana sighed, staring at her shoulder.  The day before, on her 25th birthday, a mark had appeared on it, a crescent moon in red.  She'd had Sarah examine it and, while the mage had been able to identify it as magical, she hadn't been able to make heads nor tails of it otherwise.  Ana couldn't help but be nervous, given that an unknown arcane sigil had just branded itself on her and no one had stepped forward to claim responsibility. Suddenly, she felt a tug on her hand, like someone had given it a gentle pull.  She pulled back and then the pull came again, stronger this time.  Ana braced herself and pulled back, gritting her teeth.  She reache

The stealth jet touched down in a copse of trees outside Charmington, California.  Out of the jet stepped two figures.  One was a shorter, pale girl with hair so blond it was almost white, done up into two large pigtails, dressed in a green blouse and black slacks.  She looked very business casual, even when trying to be regular casual.  The other was a tigress catgirl, with striped ears, a tail and tanned skin, dressed in a black tank top with a white ascii cat face on it, as well as a pair of worn jeans.  They were Ana Petrovich, CEO of Wicked Wisdom Inc. and her second in command, Iris Chester, also known as Chesh.  Ana's robotic arms and

Ana arrived back from her lunch break at 2pm, as she did every day, prepared to dive back into her paperwork.  You would think being the CEO of a villainous consulting firm would be more property destruction and hero battling and less staffing plans and benefit analysis, but you would be wrong.  She really needed to assign herself to a field team at some point soon.   However, she was distracted by a black box sitting on her desk.  She paused.  It had not been on her desk before she left.  She circled it suspiciously, scanning it with her eye.  Nothing suspicious on it or in it, just a cup of some kind.  And a note.  She chem-scanned

The Scorpion and The Octopus was Lockport’s prime supervillain bar.  The bartender was a malfunctioning killbot that had escaped from some mad scientist’s lab and taught itself to make drinks.  This evening, the tables were full and the TVs were blaring full blast.  The supervillain TV network, SBS, was showing the final episode of America’s Next Top Villain and the bouncer for the evening, Speed Freak, was taking bets on who would win.   At one of the tables were three people, a blue haired catgirl, a girl in a helmet and body armor and a man in a skull mask and cloak were sitting, drinks in hand.  “What exac

The stealth jet touched down in a copse of trees outside Charmington, California.  Out of the jet stepped two figures.  One was a shorter, pale girl with hair so blond it was almost white, done up into two large pigtails, dressed in a green blouse and black slacks.  She looked very business casual, even when trying to be regular casual.  The other was a tigress catgirl, with striped ears, a tail and tanned skin, dressed in a black tank top with a white ascii cat face on it, as well as a pair of worn jeans.  They were Ana Petrovich, CEO of Wicked Wisdom Inc. and her second in command, Iris Chester, also known as Chesh.  Ana's robotic a

Gwen Poole was relaxing by the beach in Los Angeles, enjoying the sun on a lounge chair when she felt a sharp pain in her hand.  She shook her hand out with a yelp.  “Ow!  What?”  She looked down at it in time to see a large black beetle flitting away.  She swung at it angrily, leaping out of her chair..  “What the hell?  I wear gloves so weird things can’t bite my hands!”  She grumbled, before feeling a tingling sensation shoot up her arm.  “Oh crap.  Either that was poisonous or this is about to get weird.”   Her eyes widened as her hand started to swell, skin turning gray and becoming visibly rough

Ana surveyed the new interns with mild interest.  She made a point of checking out any new hires, to see if they had any potential.  The new crop was fairly interesting, a pair of twins with fire and ice powers and a guy who could transform into a demon.  However, there was one intern, a blond haired, blue eyed former beauty contest winner, who she was a little uncertain about.  Her name was Elizabeth Morgan and she called herself Drama Queen.  She had the ability to mind control people who were weaker willed than her, which was most people.  However, having this ability from a young age had caused her to become spoiled, bratty and na