[center][h1][color=Crimson]Savannah Churchill[/color][/h1][/center]  
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Immediately after the sigil appeared onto the noodle-arm, something strange happened. The noodle started to spew white and gooey sauce all over the place, getting a lot of it on Savannah. Then, a blast- it sounded sorta like firecrackers, but louder.  There was a bit of smoke, rendering her unable to see for a moment. When the smoke cleared, she observed the spaghetti monster on the ground, a writhing mass of noodles atop the plate.  

But then it got up. Her face twisted from a amazed one to a frightened one in an instant, and she took a step back, staring at it attempt to balance itself. Looks like her power hadn't killed it after all. And, oh shit. Her power wouldn't work again for another five minutes. Plus she was covered in parmesan goo. She shook her hair out, not taking her eyes off of the struggling pasta.  

She stepped back to where Zoe was. She didn't exactly want to be killed by being so close to it. Her steps were slow, not taking her eyes off of it in case it made a sudden move.  The look on her face had reformed into one of calm, but her heart was thumping frantically in her chest, and her breaths shallow and quick. 

[color=Crimson]"What do you,"[/color] she asked Zoe under her breath [color=Crimson]"do you think we should do?"[/color]