[h1][b][color=orange][i][color=orange][center]Michelle "Shelly" Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/color][/b][/h1]
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[color=orange][b]Location[/b][/color]: Formal Sitting Room
[color=orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A
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Shelly's muscles twisted and strained awkwardly, launching a powerful blow that Shelly barely had time to react to, turning her face enough just in time to spare her nose. Shelly barely had time to consider why her body had begun beating her up when the other fist gut punched her, winding her. Shelly was dazed and confused, but she wasn't confused for long.

[color=AB0F0F]"You didn't hear what her thoughts were,"[/color]

It didn't take long for Shelly to put one and two together. Shelly seathed with indignation, clutching at her throbbing face and stomach. [color=orange][i]How dare you. How fucking dare you![/i][/color] Shelly couldn't believe just how quickly and compliantly these muties had reached her expectations of them. Every single one of them was a liability, a child with a hand grenade and a God complex. They were all vicious predators and they were incapable of functioning without flexing their mutie muscles and this was not on, this was SO not on. Shelly had been kind when she called the institute an indifferent, uncaring but fair nature reserve, it was not, it was a gladitorial pit, maybe even a slaughterhouse. 

[color=AB0F0F]"Honestly, now I'm curious as to why she's here, but Xavier likely has his reasons..."[/color]

Shelly knew precisely what she was here to do. Shelly wasn't here to be deprogrammed, Shelly was here to get them all under fucking control. Only she was well enough equipped in both mental faculties, willpower and raw mutant power to fuck with each and every one of them until they too came round to her philosophy on being a decent fucking human being. It was time to teach some [color=orange][i]nosey wine aunt[/i][/color] a lesson in [color=orange][i]keeping the fuck out of my head.[/i][/color] The safety was now off and Shelly was primed to blow, all she had to do was release the cord and that was better done before the psychic decided to make Shelly her plaything again than after. Regardless, Shelly had to take stock before using the [color=orange]nuclear option[/color]. She breathed deep, filling her lungs and emptying her mind. [color=orange][i]Yes! Revenge! An eye for an eye! A blood sacrifice in my Honor![/i][/color] The body screamed as it stung and ached and bruised, but the spirit? It was not so willing. Shelly imagined herself writing the now necessary "Book of Sin" entry that night by the light of a candle, as she always did. There on the page, compared to the last few entries, it read so... Petty. Getting one over on someone was not what her curse was for, it a real, serious choice with real, serious consequences, not a toy to be messed with.

Shelly took her hand off the detonator. Thats what made her better than them. Self control.

Her rage subsiding and the adrenaline fading with it, it became increasing apparent how painful her face was. Shelly wiped a tear off her puffy cheek with one hand as she reached over the arm of her chair into her bag for her mirror with the other. [color=orange][i]Ouch, people are going to want words with my husband.[/i][/color]

Shelly watched as Monsieur Ironic Mutant ironically hated on another mutant with his ironic fist and listened as  chairs were being smashed outside by one or both of the girls Shelly had tried to stop earlier before Neko-chan came back in crying to Onii-sama about how she's not a murderer and fucking catnip? Children with hand grenades and God complexes. Shelly could barely hold the laughter in, it helped that smiling was sore. Inner party member was going to busy bringing the beat down on all the new [color=orange]Thought Criminals[/color], who had to be thinking naughty words as they engaged in senseless violence. No? She wasn't doing that? [color=orange][i]Colour me surprised.[/i][/color] Shelly was still determined to beam her a message.

[color=orange][i]If you're still listening; since I'm having so much fun I'm going to let you off with a warning, and that warning is 'I'm going teach your niece a filthy thing or two about self-love', consentually of course.[/i][/color] 

With that thought nicely wrapped up, Shelly got up with a slap of her thighs. [color=orange]"Just going to grab some ice for this fucker,"[/color] Shelly announced, gesturing to her bloodied eye, [color=orange]"and I'll be back for round 2, probably. Don't worry, everyone will get their shot at bullying the new bitch."[/color]