Part 2 of the current three parter. Here we see Whitescar's side of what she was doing. An interview with Kryssie Starlet, wanting to try and clear the air about why she is doing what she's doing.

Also, I did get the idea for the location it takes place from a movie, wonder who here gets it.

Kryssie Starlet  Snowfyre

As always enjoy, and tune in next week for The Fiery Meeting.

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“I still don’t get why you are gambling your career with this.”

Kryssie Starlet paused in her search of the rooftop as she glanced towards her cameraman, the capybara leaning against the wall as he watched the reporter. They had only started working together, so she knew he would question her methods, not that she thought they differed from other reporters.

“What gamble?” the vixen asked with a smirk. “It’s just a simple interview.”

“I get that, but really, this Whitescar? Why not someone like Chief Faircross?”

The vixen stood up straight as she let the leaves of the potted fern fall back into place. “She won’t give me the answers I’m looking for. Sides, most would've gone to her already, if not from our station but from rivals, radio, blogs, etc.”

“Ok, fair point I get that, but still with any other news stories. Why this one?”

“Simple, Lee,” she replied with a grin while holding up two fingers. “One, if this is a genuine superhero with actual powers, then it’s a history-making report. Second, if this is indeed just a stunt, then we’ll be on the ground floor of it before anyone else.”

As she watched him think it over, nodding to himself slightly, she turned her attention back to the rooftop and the various potted plants that dotted it. It didn’t take her too long to go back to searching through the plants, which earned her a look. “Hey, I’m just doing this to make sure there aren’t any projectors or anything else that can be used. Special effects wise” was her response when she saw the look. Kryssie grinned when he nodded to her reasoning before she turned her attention back to searching through the plants.

“So, if I may ask Ms Starlet… How do you know she’ll show up.. actually,” he replied, pausing as a thought suddenly hit him. “Just HOW did you get her to agree to come here? I didn’t think it would have been easy to get a hold of her,” he asked as the vixen paused again and chuckled nervously.

“Ah… yeah…. The thing is...”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I simply just reached out and… posted the invitation on a message board,” the blonde reporter said as she scratched her cheek.

Her co-worker just gave her a dumbfounded look. “Seriously?!” he exclaimed. As she nodded, he sighed and rubbed the palm of his hand over his face. “So… just let me get this straight! You took this case, WITHOUT having a reliable way of contact with them?!”

Kryssie just nodded again, “Look, I know it’s an odd way to do it..”

“Of course it is!” he interrupted. “You are gambling your bloody career on this! And look a word of advice from someone who's seen reporters rise and fall. Whatever fame you had beforehand from the magazine business, it’s only going to go so far in this job.” He sighed as he shook his head, ignoring the look she gave him. “Just pray this turns out well, and no one pulls your leg. Cause I can bet the boss will not be happy if this turns out to be a fucking waste of time.”

“I get that. Trust me, I do. Yes, I know a random message on some forum is most likely not going to grab her attention. But,” she paused and sighed. “Look, how else I meant to do it? Not like there is a giant ass spotlight I can shine into the sky!”

After that, the air felt uneasy as the two stopped talking, both mulling over their thoughts. Kryssie just stood there, back towards him as she overlooked the street below. Her hair and tail waved by the gentle breeze, the rustle of the plants barely audible, but she tuned out the sounds down below and focused on that. He was right, rude about it, but she knew she couldn’t rely on what she had before. That was the whole point of this, to get in on that ground floor not just for the fame, she hoped this was true and not some stunt.

As she thought, her cameraman had his musings. Yeah, on self-reflection, he could have said stuff differently. He was surprised by what she said. While secretly he hoped the vixen would go far, he wasn’t stupid, either. Already he was trying to think of things to say to the boss, so he didn’t get his ass fired if she did. He may never be in front of the camera, but the pay was good, and he didn’t want to lose it cause of some attractive woman being stupid.

The two said nothing to each other for a bit as Kryssie finally came out of her thoughts, and ran her hand through her hair as she tried to fix it up before letting out a sigh. She checked her watch and noted the time that had passed before she turned back towards the capybara.

“Look I...”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied. “I was harsh, I know. Not exactly professional of me,” he chuckled a little.

“But you were right,” Kryssie added.

“Still doesn’t excuse my behavior. I’m sorry.”

She just nodded, though she was still thinking over his words. With a shake of her head, she did her best to focus on the upcoming interview now more than worried it would blow up in her face.

“So...” her partner said. “What time did you say in the ad?”

“Not long. I thought it was best to have some windows. Traffic and all, as well as her job.”

As he nodded, he turned around to check on his equipment, making sure it was ready to go when the interview came up. Didn’t stop him from still thinking about his plans. “Right. Honestly, hope it’s not too long...”

“Ah… would now be a bad time to say I’ve been waiting here for five minutes?” a new voice chimed in. The news team whirled around at the sight of the masked hybrid standing there as she gave a small smile and wave. “Hi.”

“What the?!” he exclaimed, fighting the urge to scream at being caught off guard. “You could've said something, you know!”

Whitescar held up her hand in a ‘calm down,’ manner as she waited for him to finish. “Well, you two didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk about anything. Honestly, was kind of tense when I got here. I didn’t want to make a situation worse.”

“Yeah, just a discussion about this meeting,” he replied before he turned to set up his equipment.

“Ah. Well, I’m also curious why here?” the heroine asked as she looked around at all the plants.

“That was my idea. I figured it would be easy to do it on a roof,” Kryssie explained. “As for why, one with a bunch of potted plants. Well...” she chuckled nervously and scratched her cheek. “I MAY have gotten the idea from a movie.”

“Heh, that’s fair,” Whitescar replied. She stood and watched as the two went through their checklists. Not long the reporter stood next to her with microphone in hand, eyes locked on her partner as he counted down with his fingers.

“This is Kryssie Starlet. Reporting for Channel 3 News, with an exclusive interview with the superheroine, Whitscar,” she turned to the hybrid after she said her little intro. “Ms Whitescar...”

“I’m sorry for interrupting, but you can just call me Whitescar. Ms. makes it sound a tad silly, don’t you think?”

“Heh, yeah, guess it does,” Kryssie replied with a slight chuckle. Though Lee was thinking about how her name already was silly sounding but chose not to comment. “So Whitescar, I’m sure everyone is curious about… well, about you.”

“I figured, and I’d be happy to answer what questions I can,” the heroine replied with a smile.

“First, I got to know, did you have a name before people called you that?”

“Honestly, no, I didn’t have a name picked out. But I got to say Whitescar is good as a name as any, sides I do honestly like it and the reason I was given the name.”

“Ah yes, the ‘white as a healing scar’ comment that was made. I guess it makes sense in a way,” Kryssie mused.

“Yep, sides it stuck not just for me but for a lot of other people, so.. why bother to change it?” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“A good point. Now then, Whitescar, what made you decide to actually be a superhero?”

“Someone once showed me kindness during a time of my life when I was full of confusion. And that it’s the right thing to do to help people, it stuck with me when I discovered my magic,” Whitescar answered, though she didn’t add in smaller details like how she thought the comics she had collected were real and not works of fiction. ‘Though they’ll never know.’

“That was what I was going to ask, your… ‘magic’” Kryssie hesitantly said. “No offense, but it’s hard to believe.”

“Oh, none taken,” Whitescar replied with a small smile. “I get you. I sort of freaked out myself when I learned I had this power. But it’s been helpful,” she added before her cheery expression turned into a frown. “Though if I can be truthful, I’m still trying to figure it out.”

“Oh?”

“I… just discovered this a couple of months back. I’m still learning what I can do.”

“And just what can you do if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well, I’m sure you saw the footage of my battles with Elementala, Void Master, and a few crooks here and there,” she replied. As she saw the nod, she continued, “Well, I can use shielding spells, stunners, and a push-back but… just doesn’t feel like I’m using it right.”

“Oh? How so?” Kryssie asked with a look of curiosity. “If you don’t mind talking about it, of course.”

“Well...” she furrowed her brow, pausing as she tried to think of a suitable and easy-to-understand answer. “It’s sort of like… using a charger not designed for your phone, but you could still use it but it’s just not as good?” she shook her head. “Sorry, that’s the best I can describe it.”

“I THINK I get what you mean. Technically, it’s compatible, but not ideal.”

“Yeah. I’m still trying to figure it out as said.”

“I get it, sort of,” the vixen said as she pondered her next question. “So what do you think of Chief Faircross?”

“Oh, I think she’s been doing a good job. She doesn’t have to worry. I’m not looking to take the place of the police force. Cause let’s face it, it’s just me so far. Though there are the rumours of others popping up,” she said, looking towards the camera as she collected her thoughts. “Chief Faircross should rest assured, I just want to help. I want to work
with the police as I’ve said to her before. As I’m sure any others like me.”

“How can you be sure there are others who would want to be superheroes?” the reporter asked as Whitescar turned back towards her with a smile.

“Simple,” she stated. “I refuse to believe everyone with powers will become villains. I believe there are people out there who want to help like me. To protect people and stop whatever evil plans the villains have. I know they might be scared to come forward and I will not force them. But if they truly want to help the innocent and do good, they’ll have my full support.” she paused again and faced the camera. “Trust me, I believe those that know are thinking about it. Not just in this city, but around the world. Even if so far it’s just been Void Master and Elementala, I know other villains will crawl out of the shadows. And I’m asking for support, for allies to help stop them.”

“Why not simply, you know, kill them?”

“No, I don’t want to do that. I believe even villains can be given a chance to redeem and do good. But that will not mean I will not be ready to fight them. People of Neolythia, you have my word. I’ll do my very best to make sure people can go back home to their families.”

“That’s a bold promise.”

“And not an easy one, I know. But I’ll try,” Whitescar replied, even if deep down she knows she most likely won’t be able to save everyone. An unpleasant thought, but one she would not dismiss. She’ll use it to push her onward to save everyone that she can.

The vixen nodded her head as she asked her next question, “So about your costume...”
The shrill sound of sirens pierced the air as Whitescar rushed over to the side of the building and saw multiple emergency vehicles rushing down. Glancing to the side, she saw Kryssie and her cameraman looking as well. “Ms Starlet, while I would love to continue this interview, I need to do my job,” she said.

“Of course, I thank you for what time you gave us,” Kryssie replied.

The Super-heroine smiled at her, a quick nod of her head before she leaped over the side of the building. Catching herself on a pole, she used the momentum to launch herself towards the street, just barely catching the side of a passing fire truck and clung on for dear life.

“Well, that was interesting,” the capybara said as he stopped recording.

“Agreed, I wish her luck in whatever is going on,” his co-worker said, still looking at the passing fleet of vehicles.


Ten minutes passed before the fire trucks came to a stop, though the hybrid could see the burning building from down the street. The flames licked the air as she jumped off the truck, quickly scanning the assembled crowd. Her eyes fell on a black fur canine woman who was directing everything while readying a hose herself. Figuring she was the one in charge, Whitescar made a straight line for her. “You are in charge?” she asked, causing the canine to look up in surprise.

“Yes, I am. Fire Chief Wellsor,” Sybel replied, taking in the appearance of Whitescar. She knew it was only a matter of time before they had crossed paths.

“Fire Chief Wellsor, how many are still trapped in there?” Whitescar asked.

“Unknown, but we know there are still people trapped on the upper levels. We are trying to get them out, but we got to keep the fire contained,” the fire chief explained.

The heroine just nodded as she turned to face the burning building. “I’ll help get as many people out as I can. Continue to keep the fire under control!”

“It’s against regulations to let civilians help… but it says nothing about superheroes, so I appreciate the help,” the chief stated. It made Whitescar pause. She was different from Faircross. But the hybrid hero would not look a gift horse in the mouth as she nodded. “Alright people! Whitescar’s going to help get people out. I want the people in there to help her search! The rest continue to keep the containment line in place!”

Allowing a small smile and receiving a nod of gratitude in return, the unicorn-fox rushed into the inferno. The first few rooms were already empty. Most likely they were the people being treated by the paramedics that she saw. She shifted her focus back onto the here and now; the smoke irritating her nose and throat, making her wish she had some oxygen mask. ‘Something to look into,’ she thought as she shoved doors open, checking each room as she went down one hallway.

Though she found empty rooms the ever-present screams burned away quickly any relief she might have felt. Some were louder, sounding close by, others more distant. They set in her mind the people she needed to save as she continued to move through the maze of burning wood and plaster.

As she checked one room, she heard footsteps behind her. She would've brushed them off, but it was a single word, one that filled with almost dread that made her pause.
“Whitescar” it was almost like a whisper as she whirled around to see the speaker… only to pause herself.

A folf stood there. It was hard to tell, but she thought his fur must have been some sort of blue. He wore what looked like a bullet-proof vest, ski goggles, and a fire fighter coat over the top of it. His left shoulder hung slightly, possibly from an injury. She wasn’t sure who he was, other than one thing that almost made her giddy.

She found another like her.

A fellow superhero.