[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center]

Sam eagerly watched her process of making a decision. She didn't analyze her, though, the woman did notice Vicki shutter slightly. Her eyes narrowed a little, hoping that the shudder wasn't directed at the idea of talking to her. The lady with the awesome hair then made her decision to stay and talk with Sam. Sam couldn't help but smile, already excited for the change of pace. Though, she must admit she was a bit nervous as she was awkward in many social situations and she really didn't want to screw this up. This emotion slowly ebbed as the conversation and to her concern, Vicki already mentioned having to duel a Zed. "[color=a0410d]Hey, wait. Back up. You fought a Zed and you didn't tell anyone?[/color]" She said, shocked. Sam knew for sure that they hadn't identified a Zed yet, which meant this guy was the first random baddie that she had heard of. Luckily it seemed that Vicki had been able to win, but Sam was sure that this Zed was still at large.

Vicki summoned Sam to the table and as she slid into the booth, Vicki began to vent out how she felt. As the woman went on, the punk woman found a frown forming on her face. It wasn't just that she was sympathizing with her, but the questions she was asking were really forcing Samantha to think. After all, she had kinda just rolled with the whole powers thing. I mean, she was freaked out at first, but after she got that part out of the way, the fire power seemed super fucking amazing... well, except that she had to struggle not to turn into an explosive flash fire. No, her life had not been ruined by forming abilities, in fact, it was honestly a high point in her world where she loved adrenaline and living life to the fullest. Vicki on the other hand, was sweating all the negative stuff and none of the positive. It took a long moment for her to consider an answer (which was a big deal since usually she never thought about what she said). "[color=a0410d]Well, I really don't know why this all happened, I doubt any of us do.[/color]" She forced herself to look at Vicki in the eyes. The gaze that the other woman had was like a burning building, beautiful, but tragic. It was uncomfortable for Sam to keep in, but the beauty of it kept her eyes locked. "[color=a0410d]Still, if my opinion counts for anything, I think that we were given these to help.[/color]" She hadn't taken the time to to think about it, but now that she had, that is honestly how she felt. "[color=a0410d]Matt says there are going to be bad people who get these powers, like Zed. They are going to hurt people, Vicki. Without us, these civilians don't stand a chance. And, who knows, maybe these evil champions aren't just the beginning.[/color]" She shrugged, her hands fiddling about on the table as she spoke, making little motions with her words. "[color=a0410d]So... I guess while you feel that all you can do is hurt people, instead you're actually helping people.[/color]" Sam offered Vicki a soft smile. 

This was all cut off by an acceleration of events. She heard Liam yell a sharp call above the loud murmur of the cafe, which, for the first time, wrenched Sam's attention away from the woman in front of her. She had hardly turned her head before a loud boom blasted throughout the space and Liam fell away shot. Sam gasped and her eyes flashed wide as she looked at Liam sunken into himself, clutching at the wound. After an achingly long moment of shock, she woke up from her daze. Her eyes narrowed and darted back to the monster responsible. Her gaze locked on a large double barrel shot gun and a man swaggering around the establishment as the room erupted into a cacophony of screams and cowering. He looked almost pleased by how everything was going. As the man monologued, so cocky, smoking his cigar, Sam's rage rose exponentially. It hit a tipping point as the man said 'don't be a coward'. Sam shot a look full of rage to Vicki as she growled. "[color=a0410d]Wait a second, I have to go fucking deal with this ass wipe.[/color]" With this she flung herself out of her booth, the temperature around her rising to that of a bonfire already. Flame began to flicker out onto her jeans and on her shirt the text, 'Foo Fighters', began to fade to flame as red scales were revealed underneath. "[color=a0410d]Who the [b]FUCK[/b] are [b]YOU[/b]?![/color]" She roared at him in blinding anger. "[color=a0410d]Clearly you are a fucking idiot if you think you can walk in here, alone, shoot a guy, and expect us to cower?! Fuck no![/color]" Her entire form was raging with red, hot fire now that began to find purchase onto some vacant chairs and tables, bringing on oppressive waves of heat. "[color=a0410d]You are in deep shit, dude, and if you want to live, you better get the hell out of here.[/color]" Spiraled horns sprouted up through her scull and her gaze no longer held her eyes, but an inferno.

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