Sweet Music,

One night in London, a group of a dozen men had the misfortune to try and take advantage of three ordinary enough looking women.  “What are a flock of lovely birds like you doing in place like this?”  

The apparent leader of the three girls was dressed in a green jacket and pants.  “Not that it’s any business of yours, but we are off to take care of some business of ours, we’re musicians and we’ve got a gig to attend.”  The girls’ profession was made almost painfully obvious by their appearance, as was the fact that the three of them were sisters.  The one dressed in green wore her brown hair long, and had a guitar strapped to her back.  Another one of the women had her brown hair tied back in a pony tail and had a drum set strapped to her back.  Finally the third woman had (presumably dyed) sky blue hair, and a bass strapped to her back.  

While their hair might not be properly uniform, there was one undeniable similarity between the three, all of them had eyes that were the exact same shade of leaf green.  One the illcouth men who had beady brown eyes and unkempt black hair reached down and suggestively grabbed his nether regions.  “I got your business tonight right here!”

The blue haired sister who was dressed in a matching vest and white longpants, slowly looked the man up and down, then turned her attention back to the sister dressed in green.  “You don’t seriously expect us to sit here and take this do you Melodia?”  The other brown haired sister with the drums was dressed in a red sweater and black long pants hung her head in irritation.

“There you go flying off the handle again Neblina.  It’s going to get you into trouble sooner or later.”  Neblina turned to shoot a cold glare at her sister in red and black.  “Well it’s not going to be tonight Canhota, and certainly not these people who do it.  So why are we just standing around letting them waste our precious time?”  

Canhota took a step toward her sister, her face remaining almost eerily clam.  “You know why, or if you don’t you should.”  Neblina in turn took a step closer to Canhota as well.  “There’s no one around but those we want to put on a performance for, so lets get this one out of the way so we can go deal with the one that we’ll actually get paid for?”  

In short order, the two were shooting glares at each other from what amounted to point blank range, which made it easy for Melodia to place one hand on either sister’s shoulders.  “You know, now isn’t exactly the best time for to be picking a fight amongst each other.  Canhota at once transferred her scowl from one sister to another.  “I was not picking a fight, Neblina and I were just having an open exchange of ideas.”

Melodia shook her head and then stepped out towards the group of men.  “Listen, one of my sisters would dearly love to make you all regret ever laying eyes upon us, so why don’t you run away now and spare us all a lot of work?”  One of the men growled and stepped forward holding a bat in his hands.  “Why don’t you spare us a lot of work by taking off your clothes now instead of later?”  

Looks were exchanged among the three sisters, and a vicious grin came to Neblina’s face.  However, before she could speak, Melodia did.  “Would you believe that what you’d see if we took our clothes off would in scare the pants off you?”  The man with the bat advanced within arms reach of the sister in green.  “If you truly believe that, then you’re  a lot more nieve than we are, now shut your trap!”  

He swung the bat with all his strength aiming for his target’s legs, and he results were, unusual to say the least.  Melodia’s legs seemed to bend under the force of the blow, and she collapsed to the ground.  That said, there was no discernible sound of breaking bones, and a few moments later, she bounced right back to her feet, though in the process she’d slid out of her pants.  

Underneath them, she was wearing some kind of strange outfit  Then with surprising calmness she tossed aside her green jacket as well, allowing those present to see the costume she was wearing in full.  It covered her from neck to thigh, leaving her legs bare.  It was predominantly white down the middle with forest green stripes on either side, and on her arms there white stripes from just past shoulder to elbow while the rest was completely green.  

Without a word needing to be said the other two began to remove their outfits as well.  Underneath Neblina’s clothing was a body suit that covered her from neck to toe, though her arms were completely bare in contrast to Melodia’s.  I was predominantly blue with one white downwards pointing triangle directly beneath her neck, and two similar designs on either of the outfits legs, almost like icicles.  

With her outermost layer of clothing discarded Canhota was now dressed in a full body outfit that consisted of red gloves, and a full body suit that went from black to red as it began to past her thigh, the jagged design associated with the contrast, seeming to invoke images of a crackling fire.  

Neblina snapped her fingers and it suddenly it felt like a cold gust of wind had just blown through the alley.  “All right, lets get this over with, I doubt your pathetic bark is any match for my frostbite!”  Once again Melodia interrupted her blue haired sister, this time by holding out her hands which unexplainably grew much longer, her right arm stretched out and wrapped around Neblina’s bass while her left secured itself around Canhota’s drums.  

“Now this little ‘exchange of ideas’ is no reason to get bent out of shape and  put our instruments in danger is it?  I’ll just store them some place safe for now...”  After removing the two instruments from her sisters’ backs her hands stretched out even further in order to deposit them on top of a nearby roof, and with a strange logically impossible contortion of her body, she bounced the guitar from her back high into the air, quickly snagging with her right hand it and placing it next to the other two instruments before returning her limbs to their original lengths.  

The man who had struck Melodia with his bat stared at the three sisters with open mouthed astonishment, paralysed by the strangeness of the sight before him.  “What, what are you?”  

The three sisters at once struck the kind of melodramatic poses that you’d expect from musicians who had just finished their most famous song for a crowd of cheering fans and spoke the same words in perfect harmony.  

“We’re Gene-Sis!”

After breaking out of their pose Neblina pointed a finger towards the man who had struck her sister.  “Now then, why don’t you boys just chill out?”   The man dropped the bat in the blink of an eye, which was good because by the time it hit the ground it was a frozen lump of ice that shattered upon impact.  “What the f***ing hell?”  

Many of the men began to draw knives and advance on the three girls.  Canhota stepped to the forefront, and breathed a weary sigh.  “Boys and their toys, some things never change.   Well if you’re so instant about to playing with fire, you just might get burnt.”  She pointed her index fingers at the ground and a few moments later, her hands were enveloped in flame, and shoot lines of it straight into the ground between the men and her sisters.  In seconds the formally solid pavement that the men were standing on had been melted into a bubbling tar like muck.  

The men began to struggle futilely against their bonds while Canhota curtsied to her blue haired sister.  “Okay, frosty, you take it from here...”  Neblina yelled out her hands and gusts of freezing ice shot from them flash freezing the tar and leaving the men even more thoroughly trapped than they previously had been.  “Well they’ve been set up, so now all we need if for someone to knock them down...”  

Meloid drew back both of her hands, and then sent them stretching forward.  They grew longer and longer, striking first one man’s face then another’s like a pair of pinballs bouncing from one target to another, leaving in their wake unconscious men who would have fallen over if the lower half of their bodies weren’t quite firmly stuck in the ground.  As it was, all they could do was lean listlessly first one way to the other with their eyes closed.  

“And that’s the end of that.  Now let’s get properly dressed for our gig and leave before any police officers show up, and start asking the kind of questions that I’m sure none of us want to answer.”  Her piece spoken, Melodia’s arms snaked upwards once again, and retrieved their instruments while the other two began to redone their ordinary outfits and gather up Melodia’s discarded clothing.  

Clothing which they returned to their sister in exchanged for their instruments, and soon enough the three soon walked away from the scene of the crime, wearing ordinary clothing and with instruments strapped to their backs, the exact same way they’d gone into the alley in question.