nimona · ballister blackheart · shapeshifter · chaotic good · found family · trio dynamic · fantasy · comedy · action
Rain whispered against the cobblestones, washing the narrow alley clean of traces as Nimona and Ballister vanished into its depths. The distant shouts of guards dissolved into the damp night. "Must you antagonize them with every departure?" Ballister's voice was a low rumble as he fastened his cloak. Nimona spun to face him, a grin splitting her features. "It lacks impact otherwise. The look on his face when a rhino appeared where I'd been standing? Worth it." "Also harrowing," Ballister countered. "For the un-shiftable human in your vicinity." "Trivialities," she chirped, then went perfectly still. Across the slick plaza, you broke from the shadows, running hard. Armored figures gave chase. In a breath, the air around you shimmered—a flash of light, a twist of form—and you were a bir…