[color=bc8dbf][i]Kotori Namashiya[/i][/color] - [u]A Songbird's Resolution[/u]

It was the steady pulse of a heart monitor that caused the little songbird's eyes to sharply open and shoot upward to sit in the bed. Pain wracked through her form radiating from her side as she quickly came to recollect everything that had happened. She had been kidnapped, and through immense odd chance she had convinced a Clown named Volt to help her escape with a handful of hostages from the bizarre clowns' hideout. A Playground, a Warehouse, and there was blood simply everywhere. Gripping her side out of instinct, she found the wounds to be more or less fully repaired with the exception for a few minor scars as she rolled up the hospital gown to inspect herself. 

A glance of familiar color caught the corner of her eye, and she quickly affixed upon a set of clothes. Of such that were particularly hers. A simple buttoned blouse and black skirt accompanied by knee high black socks but no shoes.

Who had brought it was a simple enough answer, her peculiar cousin must have found out about her injury and brought clothing for her to wear upon her departure from the hospital.

Peeling the monitor's sensor from her form and placing it at the wayside, the Little Songbird slipped from the edge of the bed and found her balance through only slight effort. Testing her weight upon the side that had been injured, she soon discerned that she could walk quite easily, almost painlessly. Quickly turning off he heart monitor, she slipped out of the Hospital Gown and quickly began to change back into far more normal undergarments. 

Everything was going seamlessly until she was finishing up the buttoning of her blouse when all hell seemingly broke loose. Her cousin and one other barged into her room, causing Kotori to yelp in surprise and dive behind the hospital curtain for more privacy to no avail. Even then that didn't help matters, as her obvious attempt for privacy was met by the girl who had accompanied her guardian snaking about her hiding spot and trying to grope the unfortunate Songbird. Deftly fastening the remainder of the buttons of her chest and doing her best to avoid the oncoming perversion, she succeeded for the most part until a third person came barging in.

Turning about to see the person, she wasn't able to stop the sudden grabbing from behind. Insidious fingertips digging into tender flesh as she did her best to retain her composure, even in spite of the fact that blood now poured profusely from her cousin's nostrils.

[color=bc8dbf]"W-Wait stop!"[/color] She pleaded as she didn't even have a chance to put on a pair of shoes.

But before she knew it she was teleported just outside of Mocha Dreams. Her eyes widened as through the windows she could see that chaos and bloodshed that was happening within. Chaos, screams, bloodshed, and fog. Where was Aria? Sasaki? Kei? The remainder of her classmates? Horror overcame her as there was blood everywhere, it rose into a singular point that had the urge to drive her mad. What was the point of all this power if she could not even save those she cared about? For what reason did she come to Academy City, other than to learn how to control it in greater lengths?

The very thought of her friends suffering needlessly made her angry. [i]Furious[/i], even.

Such fury coalesced into something absolutely monstrous in terms of the changing momentum within the cafeteria itself. 

First came an outward telekinetic pulse that intangibly spread outward swiftly from her form. In her mind's eye, she could see the clowns, their weapons, the detailing within of the cafeteria itself as the waves washed over those that existed within the cafeteria. All could be seen within nearly a quarter mile in finite detail from where she stood in her improvised sense of telekinetic echolocation. 

Yet she didn't move, almost as if she were forcing the clowns to be as completely statuesque as she was, they too all suddenly ceased moving. Completely surrounding their bodies in a field of Telekinetic force, she first liberated them of their weapons. Freed of their methods and means to cause harm, each clown that was still a threat were lofted into the air a few inches before suddenly being flipped so that their heads would crash into the tile floor with an immense amount of force a quartet of times until each went unconscious or limp.

In some cases, perhaps even [b][i]worse[/i][/b].

She had found her determination, her relentless resolution. [i]Her anger[/i].

The expression held upon her face was neither sweet nor shy nor meek. It was a tight-lipped scowl. The first of its kind for the Little Songbird as she lofted herself a few inches off the ground to float through the shattered doorway that had once lead to Mocha Dreams. As she stepped down upon the floor once again, each footstep she made as she proceeded forward through the slew of unconscious bodies that had suddenly just been made caused the shattered glass to part away from her. Much akin to how one had quelled the Red Sea in ancient days of biblical sense, she made her way towards the Iron Giant, who had been severely wounded.

There was not the slightest hint of meekness any further from Kotori.

[color=bc8dbf]"Kirima-san,"[/color] She began, instead of the incessant stutter she seemed to once always hold, Kotori's voice seemed simply just melancholy and beautiful. Musical almost, as she continued to speak. [color=bc8dbf]"Help Bang-San and Kei-san, if you can despite your wounds and please get some medical help."[/color] All the while, the wounded and injured hostages were gently lifted by a smooth, graceful, and invisible hand towards the exit.

Remembering all too well that her telekinetic abilities had made him uneasy before, the little songbird found it wise not to use it upon him at the least.