3-009A Autograph Seeker

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Astrid was ascertained as she parked the fiery red Lamborghini outside of a local Toy store. It was plastered with the news of the U1ltrawoman collectibles on sale, and business was brisk. Just before she left the Car, and News Van had come out of nowhere as the Camera crew, and reporters quickly exited and ran inside the Toy shop. It wasn’t long after she stood and closed the Gull wind door that she seen a crowd of people, mostly young men running down the street from all directions toward the store. She smiled as she purred at the sight, and looked up at the sign over the storefront that read Hall of Just Toys, noting that their irritating commercials on all media has paid off with real results.
She then entered the somewhat packed little shop, as a line was formed, as the news crew set up, and the one person she been wanting to speak to was seated signing autographs, U1trawoman.

Astrid would call Jeffrey on her cell phone and tell her she would be late, and the Car will be returned unscratched. As hours passed, she waited patiently for U1trawoman to exit she was even nice enough to make sure no one interrupt her discussion about payment for her services. Ultra woman would exit out one of the exits, as Astrid awaited her by the Lamborghini. U1trawoman paid her no mind as she approached until Astrid walked up to her, and blocked her way. U1trawoman stopped, and looked down at her, as her eyes blazed an evil hue of red, with little more then a smirk. Astrid gazed up with no fear as she said; before you destroy me I believe you should listen if you truly want to rule this City of U1tropolis.

U1trwoman eyes returned to their normal state as she simply states, speak.

I am a lowly human compared to you, insignificant just like the rest, but suppose I tell you I have the ability to make a army of U1trwomen to follow your orders, and help you rule your world of U1trallia.

U1trawoman lets out a small chuckle. Listen little female, I must admit you talk a good game, but why should I believe you?

Because, you have nothing to lose, as for me, I can be snuffed out if you wink. All I ask is an audience so I can tell you of my talents, and offer my humble services as your slave.

U1trawoman ponders if she could be helpful with her latest plans, and says, where can we talk?

Astrid hands her a card with an address and phone number written o it. Meet me there at 9 P.M. I promise you a show that will prove to you my sincerity.

U1trwoman takes the card, and reads it, and then a beam of light incinerates it, from her eyes, and she folds her arms. Don’t be late.

With that she simply flies off straight up, and off into the skies of Angel Falls. Astrid reaches for her phone, and starts to enter the phone number, as she reaches for the keys to the Car. She hears a hello as she then smiles, and says, Showtime.


U1trawoman is property of

Doll Maker is property of

William Hall/Willpower and the Hall of Just Toys is property of


No store owners were messed up to badly in the making of the render.