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Instead of putting her head down and shoving her way through the crowd, Jamie waved cheerily at the belligerent onlookers. She was very much aware that she was in a delicate position, being wanted as an accomplice for mass murder and all, but kindness was the best policy. Attacking her coworkers was a last resort, and she doubted anybody would want that anyways. They had all seen what she could do. It wasn't pretty. But before Jamie could make a beeline for the elevator, someone, much to her surprise, stepped in their way. She only vaguely recognized him from work parties and such, but she fixed him an amused stare all the same. No fear pumped through her veins, no anticipation of a fight. She almost wanted to laugh, actually. This guy looked funny! What with that sailor’s outfit and the anchor… what a fun gimmick! [color=Goldenrod]“No, it doesn’t!”[/color] Jamie giggled. [color=Goldenrod]“Silly goose. It’s not like I actually did anything. We can just let bygones be bygones and you can let me up there and I’ll see you at the next office party, no big-”[/color]

But midway through her cheery posturing, a shockwave echoed through the ground. Jamie was so caught off guard that she didn’t even remember to redirect like she had done earlier with Dungeon Troll. The blast threw her to the floor, something that didn’t happen often. [color=Goldenrod]“Ow, dickhead!”[/color] she shouted at Admiral, picking her head up off the floor and panting, glaring at him. That had [i]hurt[/i]. She was fine, but still… why would her coworker attack like that? Didn’t they have any faith in her at all? 

Jamie picked herself up off the tile floor, glaring at Admiral, wondering how to attack. Strategy wasn’t her strong suit, but that anchor seemed to be sort of important, right? Maybe she could break it? She examined it as Joseph attacked. No, it was metal, probably. His hand, though… [i]that[/i] she could work with. [color=Goldenrod]“Take this, asshole!”[/color] Jamie screamed once Joseph had moved out of the way. She extended her right hand and blasted his anchor hand, breaking it and sending the anchor skidding away. [color=Goldenrod]“You want some more? Huh? HUH!”[/color] Jamie was ready to attack again- she was [i]pissed[/i] now. No one knocked her over and got away with it. She had her hands up, ready to attack once again, when Joseph’s voice called to her. She turned her head, hands still up. [color=Goldenrod]“It’s alright, Jojo! I’ve got it handled. I’m pretty sure Admiral’s going to let us go if he values his collarbones.”[/color] She slid her gaze to Admiral. [color=Goldenrod]“Right? Or do you need a reminder, maybe?”[/color]

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Patricia listened to Alpha quietly, nodding along. Although it pained her to admit it, he had a point. [color=MediumOrchid]“You’re right. We wouldn’t want to contaminate any evidence. But, knowing Seraph, most of it’s probably made up anyways. Mr. Impressive strikes me as the hair collector type, and Seraph’s sneaky enough to try and plant my fingerprints at the scene. They’re not dumb, and they don’t half-ass stuff like this. There’s a reason why the cops think I did it.”[/color] She grimaced, and fixed her stare on the nightclub and the ambulances surrounding it. A chill ran up her spine. 

Originally, she had thought that the bodies in the photo were fake- actors, pretending to be dead. But the black body bags on the stretchers were real. People were [i]dead[/i], but not because of her. Who else in Castleburg could’ve killed like this? She gripped the side of the dumpster tightly. The bodies had looked undisturbed in the photos, almost asleep. From obsessive research, Patricia knew that was a hallmark of the Maestro’s murders. But her father was in Coldwater, locked up tight in a tiny concrete box for the rest of his life. It wasn’t him, and it wasn’t her, and there weren’t any other people like them in Castleburg. And the autopsies had apparently came back looking similar enough to previous cases that they were convinced it was her. Automatic, sudden brain death was difficult to replicate in that many people at once. So who had done it?

[color=MediumOrchid]“Good idea, Pandora,”[/color] Patricia whispered to the older (?) woman. The idea had been somewhat along the lines of what she had been thinking, but she hadn’t been sure if they’d be able to nab a cop or not. [color=MediumOrchid] “Speaking of my power, here. I brought these.”[/color] Patricia pulled a little baggie of earbuds out of her pocket and offered them to Pandora. [color=MediumOrchid] “They’re specially made sealing earbuds that prevent the sound waves that my singing produces from affecting your brain. Basically, it’s an insurance policy. I give them to all my coworkers. Don’t lose them. You’re going to need to put them in once I-”[/color] Patricia finally realized that Pandora was not, in fact, listening to her, and blushed bright red. Instead, she was staring at something behind them, arching her brow. Patricia turned her head too, only to see someone she wasn’t sure she wanted to see.

Kanati. Patricia’s breath caught in her throat. Was he here to arrest her? No, he still hadn’t moved. He was just watching. [color=MediumOrchid] “Uh, yeah, I do…”[/color] she told Pandora, fiddling with her hands. [color=MediumOrchid]“This is Kanati. He’s one of our… ex-coworkers, I guess.”[/color] She chuckled darkly. 

Then, she turned to Sam, looking him in the eyes. [color=MediumOrchid]“Sam, I didn’t… I didn’t do anything. I swear. Seraph framed me for- for all this. You’ve gotta believe me. It wasn’t me,”[/color] she pleaded. Then, she sighed and drew herself up. [color=MediumOrchid] “If you’re here to arrest me, I’m not going down without a fight. But if you’re here to help, we’re gonna wait for Alpha to come back before we do anything.”[/color] She watched the scene expectedly, too, tracking Alpha across the scene.

[color=MediumOrchid] “Wait, uh, we’re not-”[/color] Patricia protested at Pandora’s comment, but then realized they definitely [i]were[/i] committing felonies. She huffed. [color=MediumOrchid]“I guess mind controlling a cop and interfering in a police investigation counts. Shit, I hope HERO covers for us once this is all over…”[/color] she muttered, and then shut up and watched the scene, glancing at Pandora and Kanati occasionally.

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