[b][h3][center][color=ec008c]Anomaly[/color][/center][/h3][/b][center][i]Isolation Ward[/i][/center][hr]
Xoxi's hands returned to existence as it grabbed the labcoat, draping it around her and buttoning it up. She was right. They were surprisingly warm for how they looked. There was a good chance this wasn't going to return to anyone now. 

Xoxi pondered the question of why she was a hero for a few seconds before finally answering. [color=ec008c]"I'm not trying to be a hero for me or for the city, I'm trying to be a hero for my dad. We'd been through so much with the poverty and all of that trash, and now that the... incident, we'll call it, with my mother happened, I think he was ready to... ready to just quit. [color=ff6dc4]For good.[/color]"[/color] Xoxi's tone shifted slightly as she said those last two words, but returned to normal afterwards. [color=ec008c]"Besides, I'd rather be seen as a mural for someone to gawk at than a stain on the side of a wall."[/color]

Xoxi took another second before talking again. [color=ec008c]"Now... I think I'm going to vent for a bit."[/color]

[color=f49ac2]Hey. So, what's happening right now is a bit [i]too[/i] graphic for even my tastes. Like, horribly so. If I could phrase it into words for you, I would because it's quite entertaining to watch this double-amputee flail around on the bed and destroy it, but it's very difficult trying to put it into words. If you all that are reading this could do me a big solid and just imagine some of the worst words and worst things you could do to someone here, that'd be great. I think I'm gonna be going here for a while. I might return. Who knows? Not me. See ya.[/color]

Xoxi sat back up on the bed, her headache finally gone and the entire bed a large mess of torn sheets, popped pillows, and tears bitter and sweet. A smile washed over her face as she looked back at Yamada with a wide-eyed grin. [color=ec008c]"That... that felt good."[/color]