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[h1][color=tomato][b]Wukong[/b][/color][/h1]

[i][h3]"To Infinity...and BEYOND!"[/h3]

Apartment Hall (Hallway with Merry and Paralytic Gas) [/i]

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It hurt. It hurt to tackle her ally like a crazed buffoon, as in literally and physically at least, but otherwise Wukong had no regrets. The sniper bullet whizzed overhead before an actual RPG flew in and was blown away before it blew the hell out of the ceiling above. It was enough to nearly forget the pain as Lilliah forced herself to get up on one knee below the windowstill. She turned to face the windowstill, but didn't dare poke her head up to try to fully stand...well, at least yet. There was another problem that came swooping in. 

A sickly yellow mist permeated the area, and as soon as she felt the beginnings of the strange effects on her body and mind the panic tried to set in. No. She couldn't just pop her head up for the guns, but neither could she fiddle about here. Mere seconds would be all she and her ally had, and she had to-

[color=orange][i]'Zzap!'[/i][/color]

Her ally's magic surged into her, perking her mind and body back up enough that it forced her back into focus as time seemed to slow for her in that brief flicker of a moment. Flight. She began to prepare the needed melody before she even heard the plan, perhaps not hearing much of anything Merry said in the first place, but when Valkyrie got onto her back to piggyback she didn't give her ally any more time to wait. No hesitation. No wait. No pause. Not a second longer. She immediately cast her melody the moment Merry was on her back, intending to send them barreling out of the window in rapid flight and aimed to careen over onto the precinct roof in a very literal crash course. 

Would the idea work out? She hoped so. At least enough to get them out of the building and away from the damned mist!

If it didn't work out? Beuford, for all his love of firing rockets, would at least get to see a monkey and a girl shoot into the air like one in flight...doing so with all the grace of a five-day-old dead fish dropped from a plane and hurtling through the air toward their intended destination in some manner. Glorious. Simply glorious. 

[@BrokenPromise][@Izurich]

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19 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | [i]Wisdom At Journey's End[/i]
Cherrywood Sage’s Staff | Quarterstaff | Physical | "Thrums With Power" (Aesthetic)
Blooming Crimson Peach | Unhindered Mobility
Tao | Wind | [i]Oneness[/i] 
[Flight (6), Storm (4)] | Push (2), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Summon (4), Trap (0), Damage X (6)

DAMAGE: D  | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 500

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | 340

[Bronze Self][Flight] = -48

[Bronze Touch][Restrain] = -32

[Bronze Touch][Storm] = -32

[Bronze Self][Flight] = -48

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