Kyoto was a pretty damn cool place.

If you had told Kayleigh Parker when she was a young girl that one day she'd travel to Japan, she wouldn't have believed you. Such an excursion seemed far beyond the realm of possibility; too expensive, too far away, too much time spent traveling back and forth. If you would have told her that she'd visit Japan in 1448 in a different Universe? Obviously, that would have raised some questions about the speaker's sanity. But in the intervening years, since the manifestation of her powers and her introduction to the multi-verse, she had done just that. She'd learned that you really shouldn't say anything was impossible, because truly it wasn't.

She spent most of her time hanging around New York; it was her home, after all. It was the scenery and the attitude that raised her and molded her personality, like a potter's leathery hands mold clay. It was the place where she had family and friends. It was where she had scores to settle. She felt safe there, and needed; whenever she was walking the streets of the city, whether in her costume as Lightstar or in her civilian garb as Kayleigh Parker, she found her center. She hated being gone from home for too long of periods, because she missed her father and she missed the unique, peculiar energy that only NYC seemed to possess. 

But anybody who had the opportunity to travel through space and time was bound to take advantage of it every once in a while. 

The hardest part for Kayleigh was blending in; the language barrier wasn't an issue, thanks to the Academy, but there was still the issue of her fire engine red hair. It was loud enough that it attracted attention in New York in 2018... in Feudal Japan? She barely stood a chance trying to be incognito. She didn't really care, anyway- she wasn't afraid of anyone trying to cross her. She was little, she knew, but she also packed a fierce punch, and if she did come across an enemy she didn't want to face, running away at supersonic speeds was always an option. So she walked around Kyoto at night, not the least bit concerned with her appearance, playing tourist and experiencing a different culture in a way most people could never even dream of. 

She noticed the star girl almost immediately, and it made her ears perk up. Her immediate impression had been that it was a shooting star, or a falling meteorite, but quickly realized it was actually a person inside the wall of flame and fire. A mage, no doubt. Was this how so many legends from ancient days were born?

Kayleigh watched as the figure touched down on the ground, flames erupting from her foot steps and spreading out to ignite the nearby grass. There was something compelling about this person; Kayleigh found herself almost magnetically drawn to the other girl. They both had powers that utilized the light, for one thing. That made Kayleigh instantly view the other mage as something of a kindred spirit. She tapped into the well of energy that flowed just underneath the surface of her skin and used it to run quickly to the star girl's side, much faster than a normal human should have been able to run. As she approached the star girl, she heard the girl issuing commands about the people in this camp leaving and never coming back. Kayleigh didn't know the specifics, but she felt the conviction in the girl's voice. Taking a deep breath, Kayleigh called upon her power and felt a tingling at the edge of her fingertips. With an explosion of brightness, a kama of pure, hard light formed in each of her hands. If it came down to a fight, she'd beb ready. 

She was determined to help.

SUPPORTING: Because conviction matters, and Kayleigh believes the star girl is full of a righteous anger that should be supported. 

There were some basic things that needed to happen when one immersed themselves in a new environment. First and foremost, was getting to know your surroundings. Shortcuts through streets, landmarks, hiding areas, that sort of thing. That way if a quick getaway or something was needed, you weren't running blindly or into an ambush. This rule applied to any scale, whether it be town, village, city, country... world. It was one of the reason's Crew was even in this universe, let alone Japan. He needed to get to know where he was. His powers actually took up a lot of the work when he used them, making sure he didn't end up in a wall, or in the bottom of a lake, but there were still gaps he needed to fill. Maps and pictures using did the job, but those were't... likely, here. And so he'd been using the Hall of Portals to get himself acquainted. Florence was his first choice, for several reasons. Now that he was done with that, he was in Japan.

He'd always wanted to visit the country in his home universe, he just never really got around to it. Too lazy, if he were being honest with himself. And now here he found himself, involved in some kind internal village conflict. Now it wasn't like he cared much about the villagers, or the bandits; people did what they needed to survive. But when some flaming fireball from the sky turned out to be a person, he found his interest piqued.

A mage. What were the odds? From the way she was not burning the village to ash, he guessed she was here for the bandits. The awe on the villagers faces said a lot; they must've thought she was some kind of god or something. Hmm. He wondered what he could do if he beat her in front of their faces. Would they consider him a god? There was only one way to find out.

OPPOSE: To test out a theory

Kamuela noted that nobody was going to back down. He looked over at his allies and had a strange feeling in his heart that he may be on the wrong side here. Still, he was confident that there was a sliver of a chance that he could help, and he was going to fight. He almost lowered his blade when he heard his friend call to him. A look of sadness would cross his eyes again. He would say "Kaida, her actions are only inciting more death, more despair, more desperation. These people can be good people, it is up to those who care to help them see it." He would hold his hand over his heart and say "Please friend, know that it pains me, and that while I will fight, I will forever hold you dear in my heart."

It was then he noticed the bushes rustling. He looked to Kaida and nodded, knowing she had already decided to fight as well. He would fully reveal his unique sword and shield before making his move. He would allow his eyes, weapons, and markings to glow. He would create a small but intense blizzard right behind the blazing woman's head and spread it out with insane speed just to where it barely misses his allies and surrounds his enemies in the intensely cold ice storm. He would shape it like a dome and keep it raging. In his mind, he was aiming to create a more wet enviornment to hinder the blazing woman, give his other enemies a good chill, all while making a huge opening for his fellow mages to work their magic. The only thing certain about this is Crew would indeed find out that he was the "woman" from earlier, which he was hoping didn't distract him.

If it was one thing Hikaru learned in all her years, it was that talking to people was entirely pointless. She wasn't here to negotiate with thieves and she couldn't think of anything stupider to do. Their camp was full of goods that weren't theirs, that they knew weren't theirs, that good honest people had put their blood, sweat, and tears into, that were stolen with violence and bloodshed, and people wanted to talk to them? Were they even looking at the look on the captive's faces? What would she even say? 'Could you please stop terrorizing my village, killing my friends, and abducting our women for god knows what purpose? It's very rude.' No, that was never her purpose in coming here, nor was it to talk to any of these clueless people. They were entirely irrelevant to her. This place was going to be reduced to ash, and she was going to do it slowly enough that they could escape if they didn't try to take anything with them.

These people knew what they were doing. She had spent months scoping them out, seeing exactly what they did. She was never going to act rashly, and if she was going to do something like this she wanted to have a plan she could execute with zero hesitation. There was no need to hesitate. Hesitation would go against what she was trying to accomplish. Hikaru was going to ignite the fear of god in these people in the hopes that the thought that the sun itself would be watching them at all times would be enough to get them to stop this. Japan was the land of the rising sun, they could not escape its watch, nor could they escape her. She slowly continued walking forward, paying no mind to the other mages. They were irrelevant to her, and they were irrelevant to this situation. Everything they said was naive and stupid. For as much as people liked to give her a hard time about being illiterate or not being able to do basic math, the people from the Information Age seemed completely ignorant about what marauders did. There wasn't a single bandit here that didn't have blood on their hands; they'd all be considered serial killers by their modern standards. That didn't even include the amount of times they'd burned the homes in her village among other things. They knew nothing and she was not going to be the one to explain it to them.

The first thing any newcomer would notice upon getting with in a few yards of her was that the temperature shot up dramatically. It was a perfectly calm and cool evening, but the moment they crossed into her power's influence it would be akin to putting their head in an oven. It wouldn't be quite hot enough to burn them until they got a few feet away from her, but it would be almost unbearably uncomfortable; it'd make 120 degree weather feel like a winter day. It'd get gradually hotter the closer anyone got, to the point that if they did get with in a few feet of her they would start burning themselves, as though they put their hand in boiling water. Hikaru hoped all of them would be smart enough not to come any closer, as getting with in arm's reach of her right now was legitimately dangerous. She could shout, but she figured anyone with any common sense at all would get the hint soon enough and she didn't want to destroy the effect she was going for. The others weren't relevant, there was no need to acknowledge them.

Of course, her power didn't stop there. It was late afternoon. It should be dark. Her power made it look like it was the middle of the day for quite some distance around her. Looking straight at her would be like looking into the sun, except perhaps worse as she covered a larger area in any viewer's eyes. The flames she was leaving behind were hot enough that any water thrown on them turned to steam almost immediately. The flames that were further away from her, whether due to her walking or because the flames were spreading, could be doused in water, it was only the ones with in a few feet of her that would be far more difficult to put out. She was grateful someone seemed to be trying to stop the collateral damage from getting too bad. As long as she didn't interfere with the annihilation of this base there would be no problems. Whether or not something cold would be enough to slow her down, or whether her flames would simply melt it to nothing, remained to be seen.

Crew would be lying if he said he didn’t think the giant snake monster was kind of cool. Was it a mage? Or did a mage control it? He took a brief moment to account for visible ones. The flaming girl... kinda looked familiar, but he couldn’t exactly place her. She looked like she’d char the whole village, if provoked. Some girl with glowing mini-scythes, and the monster snake-thing. Those three looked hostile towards the bandits, so by extension that made them hostile to him. And the other two.

Huh, would you look at that. The dorky kid from the lecture, Willy.... Walnut.. oh, Wally. That’s right. Wonder what he’s doing here. And the other guy, he was familiar too. Sword, coldness... yeah, yeah he knew him, definitely. Hmm. In this last week he’d met more people than he has in the last five years. Crazy what a magic school would do to you.

Around him, it seemed like everyone was powering up. A lot of flashiness and flare. Meanwhile, he really didn’t have much of that. What he did have, though, was a audience. Let’s see, let’s see... Japanese gods.... nope. He’d have to make one up. Stepping forward ahead of his apparent allies, he’d prepare for his speech. “You’ve impeded on the treaty for this realm! You and your underlings must return to the God Realm!” He shouted, with as much authority as he could muster