Paris, France

Panty shrugged, but then, as if all happiness had vanished, her shoulders sagged and she chuckled a bit
"Ya know...everyone says because I'm a whore that means I'm stupid. Just a dumb blonde chick..." She leaned against one of the barrels

Mona cringed at the hit but took this moment to punch him hard in the gut, her fist covered in fire

"I didn't think so..." She patted the girl's shoulders.

Topher flew back, groaning in agony..

Panty shook her off
"You inferred you didn't like my tongue, can't help I curse like a fuckin sailor..." She brushed some of her ankle blonde hair over her shoulder
"But hey, different strokes different folks. I'd rather be a whore than have people hate me for who I really am." She made her arm vanish

"Had enough?" Mona growled

"I may not like your language but I don't see you as less than me..."

"What's your problem? My family didn't do shit to you!"

"I'm here for Julie moron, if your family hasn't gotten in the way I would've just left with Julie!"

"But, who cares right? What they say doesn't matter!"

""Well, guess what, queen bitch? Deal with it! I don't know what shit you two went through but fucking deal with it!"

"Well... I'm not sure what to say." Although she was of a wealthy lifestyle now, she started at humble origins.

"Don't sweat it, I'm happy how I am!"

Mona rolled her eyes
"I've dealt with so much...your in no place to tell me to DEAL WITH IT!" A building next door exploded in a column of blue fire

"Well then, there's no cause to object."

"You think blowing shit up is going to change anything?!"

All of Mona's traumas flooded into her head all at once. And she screamed, crying and collapsing to the floor as the fire grew.

"Sooo...how long are we staying down here?"

"Look, if you're gonna break down, can you at least stop the flames first?"

"Until someone comes to get us..."

"She can't" the flames were contained with purple force fields to stop them from spreading as a well dressed boy with violet hair came up, putting a field around Mona too

"How long will that take?"

Topher let down his defenses upon seeing the newcomer, "Hey thanks man..."

"However long until someone comes down here."

The boy bowed
"Your welcome, mind telling me what caused this?"

"Damn it, I hate waiting..."

"Hell if I know, my day started off normal, just comin' to visit mum and next thing I know some dame is dropping out of the sky and then pyro-bitch here started burning things..."

"She's my girlfriend" the boy replied

"Well that's well and good and all, but why is she attacking my house?"

"Mona is rather competitive and holds grudges, she probably hated losing to Julie. But neither of us can stay, the Farmers might've noticed this incident."

"Who now?"

The boys eyes flared violet
"People who cultivate us psychics like crops...harvest us.@ he helped Mona to her feet

"That ACTUALLY exist?" The boy looked revolted by the sheer thought.

He nodded
"People are twisted..."

"They're sick motherfuckers is what they are..." Mona groaned getting up "Psychics caught are altered, changed, they're not even themselves anymore..."

"Any clue where the bungholes are? I know some people who specialize in ruining people like them's days."

The boy nodded slowly
"And who are these people you know?"

"You ever seen Power Rangers? Think of them with only one color and magic instead of cheesy poses and you got 'em!"

"Ah, so they have talents too?"

"We have a hideout, it's a race 24/7 we rescue and recruit others before they ruin their lives."