[center][h1][color=gray]Tobikatte Kira[/color][/h1][/center] [center][h3]MicroMart Front - Semi Trailer Rooftop[/h3][/center] [b]”So says the privileged celebrity?”[/b] It took a few moments for the retort to register in Kira's mind. Understandable, given she had to contend with the pain of being kneed in the stomach, the frustration of having her counter countered, and the extra pain of slamming back-first onto the top of the semi. At least she was practiced enough voice-wise that the grunts of pain didn't hurt her throat. And her Esper form's physical defenses meant the palemancer's attacks wouldn't get anywhere close to putting her down for good. [i][b]”So says the privileged celebrity?”[/b][/i] Eyes closed from the pain, images flashed by in her mind. Of being kicked out of her house by her parents for her sexual orientation "of choice". Of all the fights she got in trying to just find somewhere she could sleep. Of the looks passersby gave her when they saw how gross her hair was and how dirty her face was. Of spending the harsh winter of Edmonton warming herself up by getting into even more fights with others living on the street. Of doing something similar in a more organized manner by practicing her capoeira in Toronto. Of all the train rides across Canada she couldn't enjoy much scenery of without risking getting caught by security or falling off the damn thing like she had while going through that one tunnel in the Rockies. Of suddenly finding herself up on stage, in front of thousands of people, putting on what she thought would be her best show ever, not realizing she'd top it mere months later. With a groan, Kira forced herself into seated position, opening her eyes just in time to witness everything go even more to shit upon the arrival of the true freak show. Looking past the palemancer, she could only watch as the cultists approached the crowd of homeless people, and began summarily slaughtering them. Heart beating in her throat, she began moving without thinking, running toward the back of the semi, planning to hop over the skelly-hand man and cast a Melody to get as many of them away from the killers as she could, but was forced back into a crouching position when the floor beneath her feet lurched forward, punctuated by the roar of the semi's engine. [color=gray]"Fuck shit!"[/color] The forced moment of pause allowed her mind to run. At that point, the homeless people were spread too thin for her to effectively help them move away. The better idea would be to lock down the cultists, but she was willing to bet they had Espers among their ranks, and given how out of nowhere they showed up, they must have at least one adept with movement-based Melodies. Plus, if she and skelly-hand were still going at it, neither of them would be able to focus on the new threat. [i][b]”So says the privileged celebrity?”[/b][/i] Kira got back on her feet and closed the rest of the distance to the palemancer. She threw her right arm over his shoulders while altering gravity on herself, tilting it slightly the direction so it pulled both downward and also in the direction the semi beneath them was moving, in order to keep her steady on top of it and prevent skelly-hand from falling off as well. [color=gray]"Room!"[/color] With her outstretched left hand, Kira fired a projectile Melody at the thickest part of the group of cultists. Upon hitting, it created a 20 x 20 x 10-foot zone identical to the one she'd made earlier, visible only by the darkening of things seen through its limits. She pointed her finger to her direct right, changing gravity for enemies inside the zone to pull in the direction of the side of the MicroMart with enough force to throw them out of the side of the zone and slam them against the wall. Any of the homeless people caught in the zone would be unaffected this time. [i][b]”So says the privileged celebrity?”[/b][/i] [color=gray]"Fine, I can admit it: I coulda' done a better job a' pullin' other people up with me,"[/color] Kira said, keeping her eyes on the cultist group as she spoke to the palemancer. [color=gray]"In my defense, the rise was so quick, I barely had time to really notice I ain't in the same place I was. Like, socioeconomically-speakin'. So says the privileged celebrity who used t' worry if I'd find my box trashed after I was done dancin' on the street for..."[/color] Her face scrunched in thought, then turned to meet the palemancer's eyes with a nostalgic look in her own as she smirked weakly. [color=gray]"...average a' maybe thirty bucks a day, if I was lucky? That's in Canadian, mind. But I ain't gonna' have the chance t' correct that mistake if the people I owe it to get done in here. "[/color] Kira stood up on the still-moving semi trailer, and offered her hand to the palemancer to help him stand, too. [center][Hider=]28 | Female | Freelancers | Mobile Trace-Equipped Cockpit School of the Undefeated of the East | Hands | Physical | Winds of the King Active Mass Balance Auto-Control | Assault Shroud Fool Whose Soul is Bound by Earth's Gravity | Gravity | Psychoframe Resonance [Weightless, Suspend], Pull, Slow, Restrain, Zone, AOE, Extend, Full Extend, Delay, Orbit, Powerful, Quicken, Purify DAMAGE: C | SPEED: B | SENTINEL: E | 1000 [Gold Projectile][Zone][If Foe][Pull] -168 PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | 512[/hider][/center]