This wasn't like Stormy to do such a thing. She never thought that she would. She had timidly wrote a note to the first Prince she had presented herself to, the shy type. It was true, to spite her shyness, that she had earned the nickname Pack Killer but she didn't own it for herself - but who knew? Maybe she did.
Stormy was never happy, ever. Yet tonight she was happy on two counts and one of those was standing right beside of her: Vargas! She was still holding back the blood tears of joy from the major surprise of her friend returning to New Orleans. She was also trying with all of her might to hold down the floods of fear and apprehension going through her. No one would notice, though. She had never balked from duty and tonight was the same. But how would she react when she got home?
This was an emergency.
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Stormy was doing great! She stood proud and tall at the podium in Gotham City. She held tightly to the podium, being careful not to shatter it, and begun her speech.
"Good Evening, fellow Kindred. I am Stormy Rain Malkin and am a native of New Orleans. I come here tonight because it is my duty to do so. I'm declaring Praxis and I hope for your support. The simple fact is New Orleans needs a Prince and I'm prepared to fill the gap so that my beloved City doesn't fall into evil hands. Thank you."
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