“Sequins, darling. Lots and lots of sequins.” Madam Zerefna shuddered artistically. “I have no idea where they get these people from. I had to go and have a quiet lie down just from looking at him.”
“I would have thought that was from the stress of being robbed by gun-toting bandits,” commented her friend, Madam Garner.
“Oh no, they were perfectly nice,” dismissed Madam Zerefna. “Aside from the guns, of course. Nice well cut suits, lovely manners and you could tell they’d not only had elocution lessons but had worked hard at improving their accents.” She sipped at her tea. “I could barely tell that they were from the western end of the state.”
“Well, they do say that The Black Spike likes his minions to be well turned out, even the ones without powers.” Madam Garner selected a sweet biscuit.
“They could certainly dance better than that sequin-wearing eyesore of a hero.” Madam Zerefna sighed and added, “Really, if he dances that badly he shouldn’t go around challenging people to a dance off, even if he does provide his own sound track.”
“Well they say that Pulverisor used to supply his own commentary in the third person, so it could have been worse,” offered her friend.
“Or he could have been wearing a cape, with more sequins,” agreed Madam Zerefna. “I thought it was all over when Nerada and Flashnet jumped them from behind but then sequin boy offered to sing.”
“His team mates told him not to. They were so right – he can’t.”