Nova had been going to the rallies for a few years now. She tended to stick to the calmer ones, though. She was punk, sure -- that much was evident -- but that didn’t mean she was violent.

This pride parade was in her home city, which she made a point of coming to each year. It was nice to support locals, and it was a pretty chill event. Plus, she just loved scaring the protestors that inevitably showed up.

She threw her arm around the nearest person, gesturing to a religious fanatic holding a sign. “Lookit that loon. Can you honestly believe this shit? Comin out here just to yell at us. Mad!”