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[@Ariamis][@Majoras End]

Before the utterly alien looking girl ever spoke Penny was on edge. Something about the other girl triggered a feeling of unease within the normally laid back robotic girl. It felt like she was looking in a broken mirror, one that magnified her own perceived flaws. Plus there was something that she could not put to words that had her hackles rising.

Then the robotic insectoid spoke, and the mystery was shattered. For in a way Penny was looking at a broken mirror, a reflection of what it was that she had felt Laat had turned her into, and all it took was hearing her old Patron’s name for her to know that this was a fight where only one of them was going to be walking away.

The soft clicks of her hidden limbs releasing there restraints, was hidden by her opponents  short declaration, as was the sound of a metal latch being thrown, and the soft hum of her Gauss system powering up. In fact the only sound that came from Penny that could be heard was the revving from the chain blade in her arm that flared to life as she raced her replacement.

And thankfully for the Beacon based monster girl, her chainsaw’s rev is also what kept her from being surprised by the sudden inclusion of a third member to this grudge match. For the kinetic waves of sound it released paired beautifully with her new Specialization, granting her a near perfect understanding of where everything in this alleyway was.

Because of that Penny didn’t falter in her charge when Valerie appeared to block the incoming sword swing, and instead just continued on, flowing up and over her newfound ally,  as she sought to pin the Alien girl between them, raining down a barrage of strikes on the interlopers as she went. 


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Viva staggered to her knees as she felt the full fell might of the lich’s magic pressing down on her mind. She struggled to keep her thoughts amidst the roaring riffs that rung in her mind that sought to drown her in the rhythm and tempo of someone else tune. Try as she might to summon up her anger or focus it continued to simply scatter in the face of the psychic onslaught.

She was nearly lost to the music’s sway as she brought her hands to her head. As she grit her teeth in a desperate attempt to maintain control, she found salvation. Not from the pressure or pain that the act caused but from the blood that it brushed against her tongue, blood that sparked a single to run through her mind.

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Latching upon that moment of clarity she unwound the curse in her hand, lessening it from a mindless frenzy to an amplification of desire at let it overcome her. Seeking refuge from outside influence inside her own insanity. The look of anger bled away and was replaced with one of manic hunger, as she began to see Endsinger as nothing more than a meal waiting to be consumed.

A glass beaker would appear in her off hand filled with a clear substance, a wave of her corrupted magic would engulf it, blackening the glass and changing the liquid to a violent, hissing, green sludge. A moment later and she threw it at the musical lich. 

Her gun would let out another retort a moment later, this time aimed at the glass projectile. As she was under no delusion that her throw beaker would hit, but shattering it midair to spray the corrupted acid everywhere? That was much more likely to cause some damage, and besides she liked her food spicy.