Voodoo Queen had less hesitancy to land than her teammate, Bimbette's aura was magical in nature and since coming to Rapid Rivers, she'd had the unfortunate task of corralling the villainess almost half-a-dozen times by now. No one had any clue how she kept escaping prison, regardless of what kind of magical wards or technological super-suppression tech was put in place to stop her. After being captured, one day she'll just... reappear back in Rapid Rivers, usually robbing a jewelry store or some expensive designer boutique and leaving behind a wake of bimbofied women. She wasn't strong, Tricksterella could beat her easily enough and Voodoo Queen was several levels of overkill, but the near-clockwork regularity of reports of the villainess' return to Rapid Rivers was a mystery that needed her attention more than she'd like.
Bimbette was a problem even before the Ladies of Victory formed, but considering a run-in with her just resulted in a few days of being a bimbo before her aura wore off, most citizens at this point just treated her as a seasonal cold. Hell, most downtown businesses at risk of drawing her attention had time-off protocols for when someone or their partner came down with a case of Bimbette and that, if anything, said how normalized it was.
She also didn't have a bevy of fans who were eager to get a picture with her. She didn't have a PR firm dedicated to manicuring a public image from the day she was born, and a carefully curated reputation of being cold and stand-offish and her confident stride kept the college kids from coming up to her as she walked Greek Street. Unlike some of the other girls, she very much liked her privacy and her stand-offish vibe meant she very rarely had to give interviews or have cameras shoved into her face. Maven understood, although the tech wizard managed to escape even more scrutiny by somehow keeping the public from knowing about her at all.
Voodoo Queen was certainly a little jealous, but considering her teammate had also helped her pick out an apartment that was, if she was being honest, a slightly too plush penthouse that she was coming to grips with (and the bathroom was bigger than her old apartment in New Orleans, something Chloe thought was important about considering how the LoV living quarters were set-up) that offered all the privacy she could ask for, she decided it wasn't worth questioning. It didn't seem to interfere with Chloe's ability to help in her area of expertise, and while she didn't know what to expect from being a member of a team they mostly understood the idea that sometimes Anita just wanted to be left alone. The few co-eds that didn't get that and tried to come up with her to obviously sneak a picture got a glare which sent them scattering, although her uniform helped add some intimidation to her step.
The Ladies of Victory were probably expecting something a bit more modest out of her (and in comparison to Magdalena she was downright church-ready) but she grew up in New Orleans and had a little vanity, so her ankle-length, sleeveless black dress was well-fitted and featured two slits up to the thigh for ease of movement, her strides in comfortably heeled ankle-boots showing off plenty of her dark, creamy olive-mollato legs. Voodoo Queen also didn't rely on it for much besides some extra storage, but having a few small pouches on her black and silver belt came in handy more often than not when out in the field. It also matched the silver pentagram brooch that held her hood and cloak on, which didn't necessarily do anything but considering Anita grew up around the covens of witches that lived in Louisiana it was a nice and familiar thing to have.
None of that though happened to be why it was fairly easy to spook off a few coeds, most who were probably seeing her in the flesh and up close for the first time. Rather than a mask or something else to hide her features, Voodoo Queen opted for make-up (magically applied of course, why would she waste time doing it any other way?) and the top half of her face was made to look like a skull. It wasn't ultra-realistic and more similar to a sugar skull for Dia de le Muertos, but with a little bit of magic it was very easy to change that and her piercing sea-green eyes to frighten off the various clout chasers. She had to still at least ask some kids about the campus though, and the few girls she did stop with were more interested in talking with her about her skin care routine or her hair.
She was lucky none of her teammates were around too because her hair was the one thing she was really vain about. Jet-black and only loosely curled, she knew she hit the genetic lottery with it and keeping it perfectly glossy and straight took more effort than she'd ever admit in public but certainly didn't stop her from sharing a few tips before putting her serious face back on.
Having a job to do though, a few girls kept pointing her farther down the road so VQ continued striding down RRU's infamous Greek Row. She didn't even bother to investigate the Delta Sigma Lambda chapterhouse. While one of the oldest and largest mansions on Sorority and Frat Row, even a recent transplant like her knew it would be a waste of time as the girls in that sorority were 95% bimbo to begin with. Some of the other's though... Voodoo Queen was beginning to notice the trend that the further down the road she got, the shorter the skirts got and the larger the chests on display were.
A soft snort escaped her from that, as someone who was rather well-versed in large-chested problems, most girls who wanted to creep into that size didn't realize how much of a pain shopping for support became... not to mention stairs in general. Considering the efforts she went through to disguise and support that specific problem, she made a mental note again to consider getting a reduction as Voodoo Queen steeled her distracted mind and continued on her way. The oddest thing as she walked wasn't the ever-increasing bimbo population, but the complete and utter lack of magical signature she was finding.
Normally there was always some faint whiff of Bimbette to track, and even the generally charged air that campus had wouldn't have hidden it this well, which felt concerning. Instead the only thing was the faint smell of strawberries, without a single string of magic to help her track. That being said, if she was going to find any information on the villainess' whereabouts without the clues and tricks she used, she at least had a good idea of where to start, coming to a stop in front of a large fraternity home.
Alpha Sigma Chi Xi was currently mid-party despite it being the middle of the week, music pumping from somewhere inside loud enough to be heard clearly at the front gate, boys and girls in a variety of undress currently working their way through the kegs of alcohol the frat had put out. The noise was half the reason she stopped, the other half being that while there were still a few hold-outs of normal girls among the co-ed population on her way down the street, or at least if they were slutty it was the normal kind she'd come to know since moving to Rapid Rivers, not a single girl at this party looked to have remained un-bimbofied. Voodoo Queen couldn't place it, there was no magical signature to mark Bimbette's passing and even having grown up in New Orleans, the level of sexual freedom and deviancy most Rapid Rivers citizens could just brush off surprised even her. There was something going on that twinged her gut, her intuition telling her something was off.
"Oh wow, cool costume. No one told me it was that kind of party, Craig just asked for some more kegs."
Turning around, Voodoo Queen eyed up the young man coming up behind her... and there was plenty of him to do so. His Rapid Rivers Raiders shirt barely contained his bulky physique, his body obviously designed for playing tough, physical sports rather than just from weight lifting. Not that he struggled in that regard, considering he was farmer carrying two kegs with just a light sweat. He also had a cute face, probably a sophomore or more likely a junior if he could get alcohol, but still sheepishly boyish and friendly looking to her.
She could also tell that he wasn't making fun of her, and she felt bad that the first thought she had was 'simple' but based on his accent; he was probably just a nice midwest farm kid who got a scholarship based more on his athletic talent than any scholarly ability. She also got to notice the blush creeping in as she began to inspect him, and the eyes going slightly wide when she casually flicked a wrist as the kegs started to float of their own accord.
"Thank you, although I'm not exactly here for the party and more of an investigation... Is Craig the... head of the frat?" She smirked a bit as he gawked at the kegs as, when he let go, they limply settled into the air about a foot off the ground, bobbing gently as her magic held them.
"Err... umm, sorry ma'am. Shit, no fuck, no umm... crap-" Voodoo Queen had trouble keeping a straight face as she heard him mutter under his breath about his mama telling him about swearing in front of a woman, but luckily he was distracted enough that she got her ice queen mask back on before he looked at her again. "I'm not actually in the fraternity, I just know Craig from English Lit. My uncle owns one of the local liquor chains and Craig lets me umm... "borrow" his notes in exchange for a few extra kegs during a party."
