[hr] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/owYAY37.png[/img][/center] [b][code]Regal Square, Prince-Edfield_[/code][/b] [hr] [hr] Kannix had plans to keep the fight going. It did not look like they were seriously getting hurt or anything - anyway, they’re grown men, they’d have been fine! What’s a little bruise going to do with these two? They probably dealt with getting bruises like brushing their teeth, like how Kannix messes with people. She didn’t think herself in anyway malevolent with ill-content; she just thought a little fun here and there wouldn’t hurt! Then there was the man with the cool dreadlocks who shoved aside tall man like he was nothing! It took a bit to register, but the uniform and the badge only confirmed that the RAVEN was not to be messed with. She was already on her way out of there, the man’s hat still in her grasp. She’d have to work her way through the crowd to get to the exit she knew. Hopefully she’d see Casey on the way, but she was going to just run away from all this. Her sights were set on a path. She remembered the layout of the booths so she knew that this one booth was next to the opening she wanted to go. The crowd paid no attention to her at all, now that the RAVEN had demanded all of it to him and the ongoing fight. However, smoke appeared like out of fucking nowhere and she couldn't’ see shit. No one could, and soon they were panicking. Kannix would be trampled and there was nothing the crowd could do. How would one react when robbed of their sight? Kannix instinctively moved towards the opening. No good, people were bumping into her and pushing her off her mental path, and the smell was fucking awful. She had to save herself. She activated her powers, and she was now unmovable. She couldn’t push anyone violently, but there was no way anyone could push her. Kannix could feel them being shoved away as they encountered a literal moving wall (or more really a coffee table). The smoke started to fade, and she was pretty much out of the general circle of people. Far enough, that she could not see the two men she’d messed with anymore. Casey was nowhere to be seen, but she was not about to steal his bike away from him. That’s enough naughtiness for one day. She’s got her wallet with her. She’ll find a bus home. With a ready stance to run, Kannix pushed and dashed away from Regal Square. [hr] [b][code]Spring Town, Hedgemount_[/code][/b] The bus had arrived just in time and Kannix got on. It was going to be plenty of stops before she’d reach Hedgemount. Any stop was fine, and knowing this bus route, her route was going to be a short one. She had not realized at all that it was nearing evening. Her head leaned against the glass of the bus, eyes watching the sky fade into black - she was deep in contemplation, but the rocking motion and engine vibrating the glass made her have to sit up and look at other stuff to kill time. Speaking of killing… if the DOVE rally was to promote peace, amongst humans and metahumans, hoping for communication, cooperation, and safety, did Kannix - having started a fight that ended up with ninja smoke… - ruin all that? Whoops. That sent a little chill down her spine, and thinking about her fun now brought dreading guilt and worry. She’d never been arrested, but she was given many, [b]many[/b] warnings about her delinquency. Her mother spitting hot coals about her being a wreck and a wild, uncontrollable child was fine - Kannix can always make amends. It’s the fear that she would be taken away from her mother. As they approached Hedgemount, her concerns were solidified. A mother and a daughter should not be living in Spring Town. It’s not secure nor safe. It was not safe for a single child whose grades aren’t the best to have a future to provide for the family. The neighbourhood itself is fucking terrible. Kannix thought back: she was fast enough that perhaps no one could have seen her, at least clearly. The hat was still with her, but…. she did not want to throw it away. She’ll keep it. Remembrance: for a fun day, and a valuable lesson not to fuck with people with so many authorities nearby. She got off at her stop. She put on the hat, just barely fitting her head, and walked her way back home. Of course, it wasn’t going to be a quiet way back home. Some gangbangers hanging out at the street took note of a tiny girl wearing a funny, but nice looking hat, and went up to said little girl. Kannix stuck out her middle finger and continued her way. Why the [b]fuck[/b] would she stop for them? She energized herself. One of the dudes stood in her way but Kannix kept walking. Her face met his abdomen, but it would not stop her march. The man tripped trying to push back, and she was now walking on top of him. A man reached out to grab the hat but Kannix pulled it away. With a fist, she punched his solar plexus - no need to send him flying. She heard the sound of a gun click from behind her but kept on walking. “You dead, bitch!” He fired. The bullet hit Kannix and was shot back, gazing the man’s right temple. No more shooting from him. No need to be scared of these men. Kannix kept on walking because she was afraid of something else. The sound of her mom’s wrath when she was to open that door.