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	[color=fdc68a]"Surely,"[/color] Pandora responded absent-mindedly. When Powers disabled the computer, she snapped back into focus, her mind returning entirely to the present day. [color=fdc68a]"Right. More poor sods."[/color] She whispered, eyeing the guards as they marched past. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment, wondering what they could be protecting.

	Regardless, she chuckled, having a funny idea. She jogged alongside the guards, but on the other side of the wall. She got ahead of them with a bit of matter manipulation, removing the latent air resistance infront of her. Listening to their location, she cut them off. She phased through the wall, but brought it with her. Grabbing the wall she pushed it ahead and then dragged it out. Suddenly the soldiers would the steel wall to their right surge ahead and reconnect with the wall to their left, blocking their way. It looked so smooth one might be convinced it was some kind of automatic function of the laboratory. They came to a stop, obviously no longer able to continue.

	When suddenly, the wall behind them did the same thing. This caused alarmed shouts, but it was too late. They were sealed in a cube of steel. Like plaque clogging up an artery.

	As a consequence, the server room had two extra openings where there hadn't been one before.

	[color=fdc68a]"You ever play a game of snooker?"[/color] She said, turning to Powers. [color=fdc68a]"And at the beginning you have all the balls in that little triangle? And when you move the triangle around all the balls go with it and rattle around and bump into each other?" She chuckled. "It's kind of like that, but with people."[/color] She pointed to her makeshift imprisonment chamber. 

	She waved her hand around. [color=fdc68a]"Oh, I can come back and let them out, later. It's no good if they all starve to death in there."[/color] She added dismissively. [color=fdc68a]"Unless this whole laboratory explodes. Which tends to happen a lot in my experience. In which case they're fucked. But it's not like the concussions and broken bones you give people are just gonna go away, either. Non-lethal combat is a tricky business. Everyone's so fragile."[/color] Pandora said.

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	Brooke crinkled her nose as what looked like thousands of bugs emerged from Rumi's clothes. [b]"Eugh."[/b] She said, chuckling a little. [b]"Still. That's uh, that's certainly something."[/b] She placed a hand on her hip, scratching her head. She watched as the serious Rumi prepared their boiler room with defenses and then shielded himself with chrome armor.

	[b]"Dang!"[/b] She bounced up and down, even more impressed.[b] "That is [i]so[/i] cool! I should have known you had cooler powers than 'ants-in-your-pants'."[/b] She smiled brightly. But her mouth soon turned into a thin grim line as Sir E. Brum scouted out some intel.

	[b]"Okay. The Black Baroness, huh? I'm ready."[/b] She said, voice steady. The closer they got to combat, the more sure of herself Brooke became. Compared to the nervous woman in the briefing room, this Brooke was prepared and projected confidence and authority.

	[b]"We can do this. Just keep your distance."[/b] She reached out and summoned forth a four feet high semi-circle around the door, topped with spikes. It was mostly clear, like dirty glass, for it's power source was the dingy lighting of the boiler room. [b]"The armor is a good idea. Hope you don't mind if I copy it?"[/b]
	
	Brooke pushed her glasses up on her nose and then rolled her shoulder. She took a single step on an invisible stair. Suddenly, there was a boot she slipped her shoe into. She ascended the single step and as she did, what looked like metallic armor encompassed her body. It started out as dirty glass but she willed it into looking like shiny steel. It was a suit of proper knight armor, heavy, durable, and in this case, air-tight. The helmet had a liftable visor. It was entirely cosmetic, however. The glass on the inside of her helm was like a one-way mirrior. She could see out of it, but no one could see in. Thus her helm was an imposing, faceless structure. 

	[u][b]"I suppose one could say the situation has reached..."[/b][/u] Her voice resonated deeply, echoing. [u][b]"A boiling point? Hah!"[/b][/u] She barked a hearty laugh.