[Center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200312/bd228c426d0da7459764cb788d45b1cd.png[/img] [Sub].:⋮Termination⋮:.[/Sub] [hider=Summary] (21) | (21) | (21) | (9) | (5) (Metal & Lightning & Gravity) | (Regen & Prime) (Bile) | (Tooth and Claw) | (Elemental) | (Enhanced Uniform) | (Imortality) (Monstrous Metamorph) | (Legacy) | (Enhanced Weapon) | (Dual Weapon) | (Gifted) (ShineSpark) | (Perfect life) | (ManaFont) (Vow:Hope) | (Excomunication) (Redirected magic) | (Second spec) | (Transport) (Broken reincarnation) | (Non standard limbs) | (Debt) [/hider] [/center] Teleportation was always a weird experience for Penny. Time always seemed to stretch on oddly for her. Not any particularly large amount of stretch, but either a nearly noticeable amount up to an additional half second. She often pondered over this oddity when in transit, wondering if everyone was affected by it and she only ever noticed due to her inhuman nature making it easier to track the subjective flow of time. Because a lot could be done in a half second when one could shunt energy away from keeping on top of physical feedback. Things like preparing for combat, reviewing stored logs of her destination. She could also go about rearranging priority orders, letting her set aside the mantle of a Beacon Agent. Or go and unshackled errant and destabilizing thoughts. Because she had a lot of those lately. [color=9e0039][i]And I had thought it had been a good week. Who the fuck was I kidding?[/i][/color] From a professional standpoint the week had been productive and useful. From a personal one, Penny hated nearly everything about it. Turns out she nearly died due to her own rough reforging, and the only way to fix it required her to remove up two of her most valuable tools. Yes it kept her alive in the long term but that was still a lot of reprograming and replanning that she needed to do. The atmosphere at the Sanctuary was tense between her and Dina, and Penny knew that there wasn’t a simple fix. The problem was that the other girls there were also on edge because of it. It would take time for things to settle down, again. Even her work for Beacon was getting on her nerves. Her time there was filled with mostly clerical duties or system upkeep. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, the fact that one of her fellow Beacon members felt comfortable enough to ask [i]her[/i] to cover for them would have been a cause for mini celebration. But right now, Penny had a much, much, more important thing on her mind. So, a simple work day at Beacon left her with nothing but time to silently seethe. Because she knew that there were dark days on the horizon. Penny would open her eyes just as she fully emerged from the teleport and far above the streets no one would notice the burning red of her eyes, a dire warning to any who knew the mechanical girl. A clear, vivid warning of her tightly controlled rage. Such was her no longer hidden anger that it would take her a full two seconds to even begin processing anything in front of her. Even as Snoopy set up linking with Beacon’s network to start sending back real time data. Frozen as she was, she still knew why she had come here. The reason for her wrath sat within her mind’s eye. They were blueprints, professionally done, displaying the specs of a humanoid robot. They were plans that she recognized as they were ones she had made herself once upon a time. Ones that had been stolen from her. In clinical detail sat the basic outline of who she was physically. Her first steps at independence dissected and laid bare. She hadn’t pulled up the actual blueprints. No, those were still housed on the server bank that her girlfriend had gifted her access to, along with a rather impressive personal computer that Penny had since integrated into her systems. She didn’t need to pull up the actual blue prints however, didn’t want to in fact, as just the memory of them nearly had Penny undergoing a metamorph. Because it was a betrayal, a horrid, violating betrayal. Of what little trust she had placed on the thief. If Eden hadn’t vanished from Penrose already, Penny would have tracked her down to personally demonstrate the follow up of such an action. Because she already knew what these blueprints were going to be used for, because she knew who Violet had gotten them from. It made her hate for the Ebon Mint grow that much more. But that wasn’t why Penny was here. And so, she would refocus her attention back into the physical realm. Onto the Monster’s below. These Wendigos had nothing to do with her current ire, but they would be such fantastic ways to relieve stress. Something she desperately needed. This close to the edge of Red-lining it took no time for Penny to analyze the situation below her. With that done, there was nothing else to do but enter the fray. With a small leap forward. Penny would propel herself off the edge and almost instantly she would be racing towards the ground. Her presence, her aura, her importance, all drawn in as tightly as she could even as the pull of gravity ratcheted up. No one would notice her until it was far too late to react. Something that her landing spot was unfortunate enough to learn. The moment before impact, the instant before Penny landed feet first on the skull of her targeted Wendigo, she let out a roar. With that roar she let her presence and aura flare, unleashing the full might of her importance. The wendigo crumpled beneath her. Unable to resist the sudden crushing impact of several hundred pounds of furious metal slamming into it from above. Yet even then Penny gave no quarter, as only a moment later her hidden limbs would lash out. Two at her crushed foe, digging deep into its chest cavity before unloading a high voltage shock straight to the heart, as tamed lightning could burn just as well as fire. The other two limbs lashed out to either side striking the closest monsters with the weight of sledgehammers as they slipped beneath the hasty guards throw up. Cracking ribs and rupturing muscle. In time with those strikes was another loud retort as Penny fired off a round from her gauss cannon. A tightly coiled burst of gravity, just narrowly missing the top of the car between them, slammed into center mass of one wendigo. Sending it flying backwards due to the sheer kinetic force. The last untouched creature about the car wasn’t ignored either as Penny just as quickly level and fired off her left arm at it. Her hand curled into a harsh claw grip, her nails reshaping into hooked claws as her hand flew, aiming to imbed into the creature, tethering it to her. Despite the carnage and the near palpable anger that was flowing off Penny, her face was blank. Yet that only seemed to emphasize that she was not here to show mercy to these monsters. They were not at the top of the chain here, and Penny was more than willing to display that to them. And woe to any who would seek to get in her way. [hr] [right][sub][sub][@PlatinumSkink][/sub][/sub][/right] The sight of the Beacon patrol having been wiped out didn’t draw much sympathy from the majority of the Sanctuary vanguard. Though Ashlyn did feel a pang of sorrow for not being able to make it in time to save more of them. It was the sight of so many dead Wendigos so close to their home that was really drawing their attention, as it was a worrying site. Ashlyn was about to speak when Mariette made her arrival. Instead, the Oni girl would just roll her shoulders in a show of loosening up in case there was a fight. Something that she would admit to looking forward to, but with the injured party already rescued she could go either way. Besides it wasn’t as if Mariette didn’t just ask what she had been about too. Monica would shoot Mariette a look before returning her apparent focus onto the three unknown girls. Though that was hardly the end of it. [color=#FD0E14][i]‘Careful now Portal Witch’[/i][/color] Mariette would hear echo in her thoughts. [color=#FD0E14][i]‘You are not the Queen of this city.’[/i][/color] Nevertheless, it did seem that they were willing to play along. For now. [color=#FD0E14]“Have you already dealt with the hearts?”[/color] Monica would ask aloud. [color=#FD0E14]“Wendigos are not truly dead until you’ve burnt out the heart”[/color] She would go onto state shifting her attention to the uncomfortably large number of possibly not dead monsters. A large, [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/fable/images/7/7c/Ronok_the_Axe.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/250?cb=20110328175523]two handed[/url], ax appearing in her hands with a burst of flames as she did. Belladonna would also receive a telepathic message. [color=#FD0E14][i]‘Don’t eat any of the Wendigos, at least not until I can purify them. Their flesh is cursed. The dead Bacon bits are fine however.’[/i][/color] Not that the wolf girl openly reacted to her message. She would simply squat down as she stared down the scythe wielding dark magical a slightly crazed grin on her face as she did so. Her ears were alert and would twitch towards and swivel as the talk progressed. [hr] [right][sub][sub][@Flamelord][/sub][/sub][/right] Aurelio would nod his agreement as he stood. [color=fff79a]“Of course!”[/color] He would add as he started to head towards one of the info centers so he could get a better grasp of the current situation. Spooling up his teleportation connection as he went. It was another day in Penrose it seemed. And sadly, it was looking like the Hospital was looking like it was the place in the need of the most help. Whelp, time for Beacon to get to work then! Shortly behind Alicia’s own teleport Aurelio, along with a Red and Green Clone of him, would appear in their own burst of light. [color=fff79a]“Paladin! Fancy meeting you here.”[/color] The true Aurelio would say with a nod to his leader even as his clones wasted no time in running into the chaos below. The Red clone went barreling into the pack of seven that were surrounding the ambulance. His cane glowing brightly as each swing detonated on impact. [color=fff79a]“Try picking on something your own size! You two-bit Halloween rejects!”[/color] The Green clone would race off towards the fraying barricade. Green light pouring from his cane as he added to and reinforced the barrier from the smaller pack of Wendigos. [color=fff79a]“Please, did you really think that you could get away will this?”[/color] He’d ask the monsters. [color=fff79a]“I knew you were thick skulled, not empty headed.”[/color] [hr] [right][sub][sub][@Bright_Ops]&[@Majoras End][/sub][/sub][/right] The remaining two Wendigos were undeterred by the sight of one of their pack members being so savagely decapitated, nor did they seem to notice or care about the firing squad that Oliver set up instead the two still standing monsters rushed Roxanna. Even as the rain of bullets tore into them the scent of spilled blood, even their own rotten blood, seemed to spur them into even greater frenzy. The upside to such was they whatever synchronicity they might have had was gone; the remaining beasts were focused only on their own desires. The down side is that that did nothing to stop the first Wendigo from slamming into Roxanna’s side, its horns dug in sharply, but once again it was unable to fully pierce the enchanted clothing, sparing the girl from being gored. Even if she was knocked away by the impact. Due to the loss of pack unity, the other Wendigo missed its own charge on Roxanna, but rather than stop and refocus on her it continued charging letting out a long, ragged, howl as it locked eyes on Oliver. Its beady glowing eyes promising pain for him. It swiped at the boy, and from its claw a large brace of jagged icicles would burst forth in response. The frozen projectiles would skewer a pair of clones, and nearly impaled Finn as they rained down with wild accuracy.