Logical Girl
“Okay, the Hot Wheels Maneuver still needs more workshopping, but we’ll get it perfect next time.” Green stepped into the hideout through a warp in space, Red in tow. She brushed at a soot stain on the smoldering remains of her uniform, frowning as it refused to wipe off. “I think if you wait another half-second for my ring to stabilize before you launch the fireball into it, we oughta be able to – oh, hey Yellow. How’s it going?”
“Hi Green, hi Red!” Yellow put her book down on the coffee table. “It’s been good, just taking a break from practicing in the training room. I think my aim’s getting better!”
Red grinned. “Nice! Sounds like we should do another target shooting contest soon. Can’t wait to – hang on, where’s Blue?” Red scanned the room nervously.
“Oh – right! We heard about some trouble downtown, probably the Demon Emperor again. Blue went out to handle it, she said she had it covered and I should stay here to hold the fort.”
“And you let her go?!” Green shouted, horrified. “No, sorry, sorry, you’re new, our bad for not explaining. Magical Guardians rule number 7: Never let Blue go out without backup.”
“We should really actually write those all down one of these days, instead of Green just making up numbers.” Red walked over to the fridge, quickly looking over the notes stuck to the door. “Shit. Yup, Black left us hints on how we’ll have fixed this. She’s gonna have-been pissed, causality paradoxes always give her massive headaches.”