Deranged X-Mas Figure
Cafeteria
As the roots and the inkdolls did their work, more and more robots were either thrashed to pieces or incapacitated. At this point, it was clear that whether or not the bots would be defeated would be a matter of 'when', not 'if.' Though there were still a fair amounts of bots to go. Enough for them to finally start opening fire on the fleeing students. Most of them had managed to make it out of the cafeteria, but a few weren't so lucky. Their bodies fell to the floor, wincing in agony as they tried to keep themselves from bleeding to death.
Meanwhile, Emil howled at Sam twisting his leg, though it seemed to be more out of pleasure than pain. "Oh, you know how to turn a guy on! It is hot in here! Speaking of which," he said to Sam, "you're gonna wanna look behind you. Just sayin'."
As Emil shifted again into darkness, Sam could feel something very hot behind his back. Standing behind him was a young shirtless man dressed in shorts and a pair of sunglasses, and he was hotter than hot. He was also cheery as could be, but seeing as Elim was the same, in that sense, it didn't mean squat. "Hey there! Name's Lord Burner! Kinda self-explanatory, honestly. Anyway, I'll get right to the point. I wanna burn some shit. And you look plenty burnable to me." He raised his arms and unleashed a giant fireball, sending it blasting towards Sam. Fire&ice: A heck of a combination.
Meanwhile, Morgoth and Mikhael were still having a family spat. Morgoth dodged Mikhael's attack with skill and grace, smiling as if she were the center of the universe. "That the best you can do, lil' bro? I've heard a lot about you, you know. Even though you might be better than me.It's sickening. If Daddy raised you, you would be! It's not too late ya know. Why don't you just give in? Accept it? If ya do, I won't kill ya! How's that for a bargain?"
"You bet I'm happy!" said Alpha to Omega, readying her own guns. "Course, beating the crap out of someone like you probably has somethin' to do with it. Can't stand sadsacks. Especially not ones that keep on moaning about how woe is them and don't actually do something about it. From what I can gather, that's you in a nutshell. "
As Liam's blasts hit the robots, he felt a force of a different kind. It hit from the back, dead center. It felt somewhat like Regalia, and yet it was different somehow. More ambiguous, more twisted, more corrupted. If it hadn't been already. Standing behind him was a man dressed as though he were in a 17th century period piece. He was wearing a fig, a fancy collar, the whole ensemble. And if nothing else, he certinalty acted the part.
"I say, not a very good showing, was it? There I was standing right behind you and you didn't even notice until I gave you the old zap! I must say, it was most amusing. Though what is even more amusing is that you assume you even know a fraction of you are capable of."
Rebecca's Hallway
Pacifier placed one firm hand on Rebecca's shoulder as if to say, 'Hell, no.' On top of that, she could feel something else. Somehow, someway, her power was diminishing, as though she were getting weaker by the second. Any and all filfth on Rebecca started to disappear as well. For one of the first times in her life, she was actually starting to look clean! "Sorry, but I told you. I'm the Pacifier. And I pacify." She then judo-crossed Rebecca across the hall, trying her best to slam her onto the pavement.
As for the thing below, it continued to kick the cafteria, desperate to be free, desperate for release —! and then it stopped. Just like that. As though someone had flipped the switch that turned it on in the first place.
Ever's Hallway
Ever tried her best to drag Oliver down the hallway to the Nurse's office. He was a heavy sort, but she was managing. Perhaps if he was able to keep going a little while longer—
"Excuse me?"
No such luck. Standing dead center in the middle of the hallways was a tall, lean girl with green skin and leaves for hair. Much like Ever. Unlike Ever, she didn't have clothes to speak, but she was dressed in leaves in place of garments. At least that was something.
"Ah, yes. Hello there. I hate to intrude, but I believe you have something I want. Something bleeding. And something big. And I want it. Of course, you may be wondering why I want it. And it's really quite simple. It's a mammal. It's red-blooded. It's a plant-destroying, plant-eating monstrosity. So it needs to die. Savvy?"
"Oh, she said. "And I also shut down your little pet in the cafeteria, if only out of necessity. Once I'm done working with those charlatans, I'll kill them too. You and that other one in the Gardens are the only ones who will be spared of course. You're the only ones who deserve to be spared. Though of course, you know this. Don't you?"
Training Room
The lights continued to brighten as a winged figured emerged from on high. She was dressed in golden armor and carried a pure white sword. She was as serene as could be. And yet she still tried to kill Matten. Clearly something was up.
"Greetings! I am Reverie! I am an angel of the Lord, as much as some will say otherwise, and I am here to cleanse the world of impure souls and prepare it for the world that will follow. And I must say, you are a VERY unpure soul. Your very existence is unpure Bbecause of that, as much as it pains me to do so, you must be cleansed. Do not worry. I shall make it quick." Another beam erupted, this time from Reverie's fingertips as she tried her best to 'liberate' Matten's pour soul. By eradicating the body around it.
edited 20th Mar '18 10:39:39 PM by kkhohoho
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Liam was surprised by such a sensation, and only just barely managed to conjure a shield strong enough to prevent the energy from striking him to pieces - this...what the hell was this? Who was that tin lunatic standing over there? And what was that power he wielded?
Liam only just managed to rebalance himself before he could go tumbling to the ground.
He looked at this armored figure, and Liam readied his hands, creating a pair of flaring energy disks, "...Who...are you? And what is that power you wield...? What do you mean "what I am capable of"?"
Liam got a horrendously familiar feeling from this one. Almost like Deja Vu...
edited 20th Mar '18 10:29:42 PM by NickTheSwing
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
Cafeteria
The familiar gesture from Lucy’s tentacles-plus the fact that they had stopped themselves from skewering him earlier, had relieved Hei. Looks like Lucy was still in there.
Now feeling more confident, He commanded his shadow Hydra to descend to ground level and attack the robots. Each shadowy head extended towards a nearby enemy robots before sinking its fangs into the metal.
edited 20th Mar '18 11:44:46 PM by svenorzokarkoff
Cafeteria
This 'Lethal Legion' appearing in the cafeteria...and more robots...Victoria sighed, her normally lackadaisical expression twisting into a frown, her fist shaking.
Guess it can't be helped. This is all starting to piss me off. Well, who cares anyways? Now really isn't the time to be hiding my powers.
Victoria bobbed and weaved between the combatants, before launching herself towards the center of the cafeteria with an explosion behind her feet, stopping herself in the air as she cocks her fist.
"Incoming!"
With an explosion that made the light fixtures rattle, she launchers herself straight down, the air humming as it vibrated around her. With tremendous force, she slammed her fist into the ground, a shockwave bursting out in all directions, threatening to send anything in the vicinity flying towards the walls. With another sudden move, sge stabds up and throws her hands out to the side, another omnidirectional shockwave firing off, stronger than the first as she pours the vibrating air and absorbed vibrations from the first into it, the room shaking as if there were an earthquake.
edited 20th Mar '18 11:54:48 PM by UndyingPhoenix
Where am I? What's going on?
Hallway
Not the therapist! Not the therapist!
Rebecca knew that much when the Pacifier touched her and Elly started screaming in pain inside her mind. This corresponded with a drained feeling spreading through her body, which soon evolved into an intense feeling of illness as the grime disappeared from her body. After the villain through her across the hall, she could barely bring herself back to her feet on wobbling legs.
Oh shit. This illness was a familiar sensation. Upon first learning to control her aura enough to stop constantly polluting her surroundings, she had done the obvious and used her powers to completely clean herself off. She had been bedridden for a week with something resembling in intense case of the flu. Which was how she discovered that her body did not take well to being clean.
Her aura wasn’t strong enough to either attack her opponent or bring her health back up. She’d need an external source of ammunition to stand a chance of fighting back. Reaching out with her rhypokinesis, she took hold of a sewer pipe in the ceiling and wrenched it down, snapping it in half and letting it pour into the hall.
With her diminished power, this had put a lot of strain on Rebecca. She collapsed onto the wall and started breathing heavily, unable to continue her assault right away.
edited 21st Mar '18 1:10:43 AM by PossiblyQuiteInsane
AKA Nixer
Cafeteria
The mass of ink shook violently along with everything else in the room at the vibrokinetic attacks, some of its weaker tendrils detaching and flailing wildly on the floor before collapsing into puddles of ink. The mass swiftly grew more tentacles to counteract this, slowly extending outward and shifting from side to side, as if feeling the air. The vile, suppressed presence grew in potency, and with a large bubble from the top section of the ooze, several large tendrils burst out and impacted with the ceiling, splashing against it and twisting around themselves to create a thick, semi-solid vortex of ink.
The vortex nearly tipped over before balancing itself, and the ink splattered on the ceiling began to crawl above the firing robots, lurching down into tendrils and snatching them up two at a time, attempting to destroy them from the inside out like the dolls had.
The side nearest Hei continued to expel smaller tendrils occasionally, as if to constantly check he was still there and hadn't been snatched away. However, the mass didn't seem to pay any mind to the other Class 1 members, only actively "protecting" the umbrakinetic.
edited 21st Mar '18 6:05:51 AM by Enirboreh
bork
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Training Room
"Ugh!" Matten rolled away from another beam, still stretched out on the ground. "You even smell clean..."
She pulled herself up, smoothing out her dress. "Greetings and salutations," she curtsied. "I am Mahvash Matten-Mahsa Mattiuza, daeva of the House Mattiuza. By all means try. I won't deny that you're an angel, and I don't doubt that the Lord will miss you very much. On the other hand, he sent you against me." I wonder what'll happen when I tie her to a cross and hurl her through the 13th closet...
Matten put her hands on her hips, idly surveying her hardlight scene. "Does City Narrows suit you? Or do you prefer Crystal Spires and Togas? Or Arcadia? You're my guest, and its your dance. Just don't request something gaudy."
Once out of her books, Matten actually paid some attention to the flaring auras a very short distance away. Hm, guess I better go see what Captain Pollutrix says to do after this, although she was supposed to call me if things were troublesome.
Brenner's Wolves Fight Again
"Copy that."
Rosalinda ducked and dodged the gunfires. She lunged at the nearest robot and smashed its head with the edge of her shield. ''This is bad. I can't call for help right now without Navi. Let's go after the commander." Hopping from one robot to the next, she created a spear and launched it at the woman.
edited 22nd Mar '18 7:18:08 PM by RAlexa21th
Where there's life, there's hope.
Three potted cactus in a trench coat.
Hallway
Ever sighed, "Look...I don't know who you are, but have you even seen Oliver?" She gestured to the boy on her shoulders. "Look at him. He doesn't eat plants, he survives off nothing but ground beef and steroids. Now... I don't want to fight you. I bet you don't want to fight me. Mind stepping aside?"Cafeteria
The roots quickly got between the remaining students and the robots, using their tables to form a shield wall, angled so that most of the bullets' momentum was deflected rather than taken head on.edited 21st Mar '18 9:32:02 AM by TopGof
Argue everything you can argue. Doubt everything you believe. Ask every question you have. Argue, doubt and ask. Through this we learn.
"Hey, I don't take steroids, I just mined a lot. And all I really want is to get this hole in me patched up." Oliver was extremely cognizant of the knife he had hidden in one of his boots, throwing it would maybe catch the green girl off guard long enough for Ever to do something.
The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.
Breath of the Sun
Cafeteria
By now, Mikael had shut out the world; despite the chaos and carnage, he was hyper-focused on the monster in front of him. The thing that called itself his sister. He refused to think of it as such. He refused to accept that it was even a person.
Because he knew she was right.
So he thought fast. Fast. She was too fast, too quick for him to hit. He needed to be faster. Of course. He'd already used his charge for the day, however... but then, had she not just implied he held even further power? Just as he did yesterday, he reached within himself, pulling at his soul and drawing it, painstakingly slowly, towards his boots. At the same time, he put on his best disarming smile.
"Well, dearest sister, that doesn't sound half bad." His eyes flicked towards the robots currently mowing down his classmates, and he barely stopped himself from snarling. My soul. Come forth. I bid it. "Truthfully, I've wondered for awhile who my father really was." I COMMAND YOU. "So... I'll accept." Power flowed towards his boots, and he felt himself become lighter. His legs tensed. "In fact..."
He was suddenly in front of her, faster than before, slashing wildly, face twisted in rage. "Let us go to hell, together!"
edited 21st Mar '18 12:58:44 PM by kagescorpionakki
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Surrounded by weirdoes
The heat took Sam by surprise, but quickly took a breath and the air around him quickly got colder.
The incoming fireball was stopped with a snowball the same size crashing into it, letting out steam from the impact.
"Original" Sam said sarcastically. "You must have spent hours thinking about it" A fire user will be troublesome, he probably won't be able to keep his ice from melting long enough to actually striking him.
"Since you clearly are an unhinged bastard, I am not gonna bother trying to talk sense to you, so..." Sam said as several pieces of the roof were frozen and spun in the Lord Burner's direction, before a table was frozen, its legs cut and shot from both front and back, ready to impale a limb.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Cafeteria — Liam
The man in the 17th century suit merely laughed. It wasn't a belly laugh or laugh of insanity or anything like that. Rather, he lifted his head back and began to guffaw like some upper class twit, playing the part he resembled. He looked back down at Liam as he repositioned his powder wig, suddenly giving him the glare of death.
"Oh, you poor, miserable, oh so idiotic buffoon! Did you truly think that your family was the only one who held such power? Allow me a moment to burn this into your incredibly thick skull! To every seemingly nigh unstoppable power, there exists an equal but opposite power. Equal in terms of their strength, opposite for the reasons it is wielded. To put it in terms even a simpleton such as yourself will understand, I am that opposite. Or rather, my power is. Whereas you possess the formidable Regalia, I wield the mighty Sovereign! Which is also the name I have chosen for myself. And unlike you, I know how to use it." He then fired another blast, intent on metaphorically kicking Liam while he was down. He let out another guffaw as he did so. Clearly, he was having far too much fun.
Hallway— Rebecca
"Son of a—" Pacifier's incoming swear was drowned out by the flood of sewage pouring into the hall. She didn't appear to be harmed in any way. What she was filthy and annoyed as all get out. In that instant, Rebecca began to feel her power returning, her strength coming back to her. Not that it lasted for long. "Insufferable little twat!" Her eyes began to glow underneath her sunglasses as Rebecca felt even more drained. Even her rhypokinesis was starting to fail her now. Still, there was a chance. If she could get Pacifier to lose her focus long enough, she just might have been able to turn the tables.
Assuming she got that chance. Pacifier loosened a gun from her belt and held it up, aiming it straight at Rebecca's head. "You probably don't know this, but you're one of the ones they wanted captured alive. Though I'm almost inclined to send you in a body bag purely on account of how much you are royally pissing me off."
Training Room
Reverie winced. For whatever reason, Matten had struck a nerve. Badly. "He did not exactly send me. In fact, me and Him have not exactly been on speaking terms for some time. He believes that there is still a chance for humanity. That their souls can still be saved. When what he should have done was start another flood! Start fresh! Oh, I knew that sending down Jesus was a bad idea, but I did not believe it would turn Him into such a bleeding heart!"
She took a deep breath, doing her best to calm herself before she had a conniption. "Still. If He will not do what needs to be done, then I will. One sinner at a time. Even if I must work with demons to do it. I shall make Reverie the Fallen a name that shall be remembered in this world and the next! Starting with you. You wish to dance? THEN LET US DANCE!" She held up one finger, unleashing yet another blast of energy to eradicate Matten off the face of the Earth.
edited 21st Mar '18 7:36:46 PM by kkhohoho
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Where am I? What's going on?
Hallway
Rebecca had made a grave miscalculation. She had assumed this “Pacifier” woman needed to be touching her in order to drain her power. That assumption turned out to be false and now she was even more drained than before, though not ill due to the sewage flow, and there was a gun pointed at her head.
Even if she’d had the strength to fight her opponent, she’d have been dead within seconds. All she could do was talk. Ask questions, gather information, and hopefully keep her opponent occupied long enough for help to come. She tried to keep her voice calm and steady, despite her fear for her life.
“One of the ones “they” wanted alive. I’m assuming that means my classmates are also being attacked, and not just by your shadowy friend. The word “they” implies some kind of group, or at the very least a ringleader you’ve not met in person. That’s all beside the point though. What I really want to know is why me?
From your wording, it’s clear you only intend to capture a select few of us alive, so what do I have that you need? Among my class, my powers and experience are hardly top tier. How easily I was subdued pretty much proves that. Outside of raw contamination and destruction, my powers are highly situational and largely impractical. And I’m assuming a group of villains could find a contaminating agent without resorting to kidnapping a student from the most prestigious, well-defended superhero training academy in the country.
Why then? What does my capture offer you? If they even told you that. No offense, Ms. Pacifier, but you strike me as little more than a hired gun.”
edited 21st Mar '18 7:51:30 PM by PossiblyQuiteInsane
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Training Room
"So, that's what the road not taken looks like..." Twas Matten's turn to wince.
She twisted out of the way of the fallen angel's beams, not yet raising a hand in anger. "You go and fall, and this is what you do as a free agent? You know, you can start a 12 step program with '[Your] name is Reverie and [you] are a fallen angel, and you know that there is no going back. I know that well. Stick around. Enjoy the whole 'existence precedes essence' thing that I got from humanity by the way. It means, you can define yourself, even if you're without hope. Without witness, and without reward. In your case, don't you want to save the other fallen angels?"
Matten folded her arms, readied but still expressing more pity with a slight eagerness than aggression. "I bet I could sponsor you for a recovery program, especially if you just became a free agent. Besides, you've only pissed off one cosmic sovereign, and going through life trying desperately to be Yahweh's purse dog again is no way to be 'remembered in this world and the next.'"
It certainly didn't work with Ahura Mazda, and Angra Mainyu would vaporize me if I got its attention again—if I wanted its attention again... "Trust the voice of experience," Matten traced her halo, "this marks primordial divinity. It's not a bitch collar."
Then she brought her hand down, a circular pulse of energy following and energizing the Cold Flames on her body and darkening her surroundings. "I can tell you're committed to this course of action though, but fear not. I'll give you the chance to think on it, and for that you'll have to live through this..."
''Forgive me...." Matten sent her phantasm in a face-to-face hug with the angel, wrapping her phantasms arms tightly around, especially the wings, "But we need to be close to dance." She spun them around during their descent, even as flesh smoked off the angel's body.
Matten—not phantasm Matten—watched the angel's descent, arms folded behind her back. "Keep your hands and feet and wings inside the ride at all times!" she yelled from her spot on the ground.
edited 22nd Mar '18 9:10:49 AM by CenturyEye
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Spidophile
Indoor Pool
"Emani...James...Rico..." Mike noted sadly as he was able to identify which of his classmates were which of the aquatic creatures from his memories of the night before. An anger welled up in him. What kind of cruel God would have such a fate for three teenagers who just wanted to have a good time?
"Bullshit they can't be changed back! There's got to be a way and I'm gonna find it! There's magic, right? Don't you guys know some genie who owes you a favor or some shit like that? The fucking Saint runs this school - I refuse to accept you guys haven't dealt with something more impossible than this situation and come out on top!" Mike angrily declared, not knowing that the school was in far more trouble than his friends were at the moment.
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Deranged X-Mas Figure
The Cafeteria — Roasalinda
The woman lmped on her leg. It possessed a somewhat heavy gash. Not that she needed to go far. Her robot crow opened its' mouth and belched out a blast of energy, vaporing Rosalinda's spear before it could reach her.
"A valiant effort," she said, "but it wasn't enough. I see Dr.K has been busy. Her new employer must have quite a lot of faith in you. Personally, I don't have much faith myself. In anything. Other than my own two hands. And the weapons that wield them." She motioned to her bot before it opened its' mouth again. "Let us see you try to break through this, shall we?"
edited 22nd Mar '18 6:59:35 PM by kkhohoho
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Brenner's Wolves Fight Again
"What?" Rosalinda yelled, but she did not know what made her more confused right now. The fact that this woman refered to Konoe as a "her" or that she had vaporized a supposedly indestructable object.
Rosalinda tossed her shield at the bird. The shield grew a set of teeth at the rims an spun in mid-air like a buzz saw.
Where there's life, there's hope.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Hallway — Ever and Olivier
The plant girl looked at Ever deadpan, her face almost instructable. She seemed to be weighing her options, carefully considering just what path to take, making sure to—
"Eat him. You heard me. Because you're right. I don't want to fight you. But I still want him dead. And I can also tell you're carnivorous. So why don't you just eat him and put him out of his misery? That way, you won't have to worry about hauling his dripping carcass around. And I'll know just what side you're really on."
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Three potted cactus in a trench coat.
Hallway
Adhesive slowly coated Ever's leaves as she gazed at the other plant girl. Eventually she turned away with a sigh. "You really do wanna watch me eat, don't you?" She shook her head, "Oliver, tear my leaves off. They should stay on the wound." Argue everything you can argue. Doubt everything you believe. Ask every question you have. Argue, doubt and ask. Through this we learn."Got it." With that, Oliver gripped the leaves connecting him and Ever, and tore himself away from her. The hole in his gut still hurt, but he could stand up straight now.
"Thanks." He gave the other plant woman a level stare.
Three potted cactus in a trench coat.
Hallway
Ow. That hurt. Ever wished that Oliver had some kind of cutting implement on him. That wouldn't have hurt half as much.Ever rubbed her head, and pulled Oliver close to whisper to him. "she's probably already noticed she can't listen in on what I'm saying and knows somethings up. I'm going to distract her. When you see a chance, run for the nurse's office. There's fighting between here and there. It's either Rebecca or Matten. I can give you something to make it so the weed over there can't attack you, but I won't be able to guard you either. Don't chew, just swallow and try to look surprised." Finishing her fast paced whisper, Ever pulled Oliver's head in and kissed him on the lips. She slid a small berry into his mouth as she did so.
Ever pulled back. "You know... 'side' is a funny word..." She wiped off her lips, "Gonna be honest here. All your buddies in the cafeteria seem hand picked to fight one of us. That means you are here to fight me. All this 'you will be spared' and 'what side are you on' crap isn't really selling me on anything when it one thing is abundantly clear. You want to kill, catch or steal from us specifically. You were never really gonna walk away. While I wouldn't trust your pet mammals, we are two of a kind. Perhaps our fight could be conducted with something resembling honor? Shake hands, bow and all that?" She turned and extended her hand.
Argue everything you can argue. Doubt everything you believe. Ask every question you have. Argue, doubt and ask. Through this we learn.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Cafeteria — Mikael
"Gladly!" Morgoth dodged Mikael's blow, twirling her scythe in the air as she did so. A black vortex suddenly surrounded the both of them, twisting and churning and filling it with black smoke and the smell of brimstone. It filled Mikael's lungs, but rather than chocking to death, he was still standing. His heritage perhaps?
The Abyss — Mikael
When the smoke cleared, it was obvious they weren't in Kansas anymore. They were standing atop a tall, winding spire littered with skulls and corpses in the center of a bubbling pit of magma. Other spires and rotting, decaying landmasses could be seen in the distance, and the sky was filled with red, crackling clouds. And the smell of the decay would've been sickening to those who didn't already possess a twinge of the demonic in their souls.
"Welcome to Hell, lil' bro! Or should I say the Abyss?"
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Cafeteria
Victoria panted, already going exhausted.
Dammit, I'm already running on empty after last night...
There were just too many, and crowds made the range of her powers drop drastically by being in the way of the explosions. A thought popped into her head. She twisted her upper body to the right, before shifting in the opposite drection and firing an explosion with her left hand behind her, launching her in a line towards the door. Her right shoulder pushed out in front of her as she flying shoulder charged through everything in her way. Landing outside in the hallway, she staggered as her feet hit the ground at speed, arms flailing to regain her balance. But she didn't stop, running through the halls.
Rebecca's Hallway
Vicky rounded the corner and came face to face with that trash girl who had women her up so rudely the dat before, at gunpoint.
"HEY! NOBODY GETS TO HURT THE TRASH GIRL EXCEPT ME!"
With a shockwave birst behind her, Victoria shot through the air, intent on delivering an explosive right hook to the villain holding the gun.
Hallway
Rebecca stared at the well dressed woman with some confusion.
“Pacify? Are you the therapist? I mean, last night was pretty hectic but I don’t think I came out of it worst by a long shot. You might want to talk to Mikael or Liam. Anyway, sorry to be rude, but I really need to get to the Nurse’s Office right now. It’s a bit of an emergency; there’s a supervillain in the cafeteria and people are injured!”
With that, Rebecca attempted to move around the Pacifier and resume her run to the Nurse’s Office.