[h1][b][i][color=limegreen][center]Sami Rhodes[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=limegreen]Skills: Power Sensing[/color][/sub][hr][sub][color=limegreen]Personality Traits:[/color] Flirtatious * Superstitious * Quick-Thinking * Closed-Off * Laid-Back * [u][b]Hot-Tempered[/b][/u][/sub]
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As Sami watched their attempts fail once again, he found himself distracted by a new wave of sensations via his newfound power. Some have dropped off his radar, but different ones had popped up. He could only guess that barring the superspeed, they were all coming from the group of hostages, unless he and Grif had been lucky enough to gain such a diverse amount. Sami himself wouldn't have been pleased with the plant one. He was never much of a gardener himself. Wherever the powers were coming from, they weren't all that much use to him. Thankfully, during his distraction the glitches seemed to have begun affecting the simulation itself, with the hostages and Pietro glitching out like a game of COD that had too much lag. Sami was weirdly reminded of Resident Evil when the blonde one spoke, telling them of how much time remained in the game. It was reminiscent of the creepy little girl AI, and he wouldn't have been surprised to hear "YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE DOWN HERE" in a shitty British accent.

Disregarding the warning, Sami collected himself as he noticed Grif attempt to attack Pietro once more, only to be knocked down by his previous injuries. Hoping his friend hadn't punctured any major organs, Sami took aim at the no longer glitching Pietro, squeezing off a few bullets only for the guy to slip away again. His temper flaring in sheer annoyance, Sami gritted his teeth.

[color=limegreen]"Would you FUCKIN' stay still?!"[/color] He snapped, darting a glare upwards to where he assumed those in the real world would be watching. How in the hell did they expect him and one other guy to be able to put down such an overpowered little bastard, while trying to keep a bunch of useless mutants alive, and also while trying to find a cure? He sure as hell hoped the other groups were making some headway, because he and Grif were stuck in a sucker of a hard level. Casting another irritated look towards the group, he found himself snapping at them too, not particularly holding back for anything. They weren't real, after all. [color=limegreen]"Could y'all maybe stop lying around and do something useful?"[/color] They were beaten up, not fucking paralysed.