[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Y6tEFKV.png[/img] [hider=❄]22 | Female | Freelancers | Meltwater Spring Moya-no-Yume | Dagger | Physical | Frosted Sheen Snowdrop Vestige | Sangfroid Convention Glacial Stream | Aqua | Rime Rose [Freeze, Slick] Damage X, Restrain, Extend, Construction, Trap, Enhance, Mark, Blink, Powerful DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750 [Bronze Touch + Construction] = 64 MP PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 14[/hider][sub][@BrokenPromise][@Majoras End][@OwO][@mantou][/sub][/center] [i]Tap.[/i] She tore off the clothing that had wrapped around her, tossing them to the ground with a huff. Gunther, that ghostly bastard, had made his retreat pretty quickly after the arrival of the big cheese himself, followed by some moldy cheese and then the non-catering cheese. As Fritz made her crescent detour around the ruined hallway, Klava walked back to join her own team once more. Then, midway through, she snorted, barely suppressing a laugh at the grown-ass woman’s actions. [i]Tap.[/i] Ultimatums were proposed soon enough though, complete with revelations of ulterior motivations. Motivations and ultimatums proposed over roundabout appeals to justice and bullshit. What else was there to be said in the end? Klava’s foot raised up. The Justine bullshit was not over. [i]Tap.[/i] One by one, the freelancers began to leave. Their departure was understandable, but only from a personal standpoint. The Timekeeper was a child, both as an esper and as a human. And though there were children in the business who possessed the gumption to do this bloody work, he proved himself to not be one of them. It would be good if he quit now, and forgot all this. Apollo, of course, was Apollo. There was maybe one braincell in his head, and that had already been overheated from all the shouting from earlier. Muscleheads were muscleheads, through and through, and though he left while bitching about it, he was still, to the end, whipped. [i]Tap.[/i] Protector left, naturally. There was no need to comment on that. [i]Tap.[/i] One of them was weaving a spell. Another was aiming their gun. Their expressions weren’t really hiding anything. Grudges, huh? Vengeance by proxy? Probably had their own brains working on overdrive doing tons of imagining and thinking. Wasteful thoughts. She felt herself cooling down, growing more and more certain. It was easy to turn, to face the Mavericks. Bloodied Billy and his crew of increasingly-anxious angels. Didn’t look like they stood much of a chance, huh? Klava smiled. She memorized the lay of the land. [color=6ecff6][b]“For the record, Kristina, that was a date for you, but a [i]job[/i] for me.”[/b][/color] [i]Tap.[/i] [color=6ecff6][b]“And I'm still working.”[/b][/color] The frosty esper dropped to the ground in the same moment Apollo’s spell blinked out. A gun cracked out but the bullet struck nothing, and a beam chased through the darkness but only traced its own path. Darkness persisted, filled to the brim with murderous intent. Her palms struck the tiles and her feet bounced into a sprinter’s position for the briefest of moments before she kicked off into a dash, steering clear of shattering obstacles as her left hand thrummed with an arctic chill. Last spell for the day. What will it be? What could it be, but an oddly phallic tower, Constructed in the moment she crossed the threshold of the exit in order to rise up and slam into the ceiling, a ladder set up within to reach the second floor? Of course, Klava had neither the interest nor the strength to ascend to the top of the tower and sneak into the second floor. She was just booking it with the Mavericks, after all, because… Timekeeper was a child. Apollo was a bitch. Protector was new. …she was a professional, and the job wasn’t done. One could be said, anyhow, that efforts to cut off one of a hydra’s head only lead to the spawning of more.