[b]Silsila Om[/b]

Silsila could hardly believe her eyes. Was the Thief-Queen, Terror of the Night, Spark of Rebellion which the palace so dearly desired quashed, seriously waiting for them? A sensation of indignation bloomed in her chest. [i]Seriously?[/i] Really and truly? Had people forgotten the 40 day rampage on the edge of town? Was she so domesticated that house guards and thieves felt bold enough to waltz up to her and challenge her? Did people think she was so weak?

A shivering thrill ran up her spine as she stepped forward, hands still on her sword, eyes glowing bright, counting on her alien countenance to hide the jitters she was she getting--fear, indignation, anger. "Bowlyn, Thief Queen." She snapped, voice sharper and harsher than she would like. Everything was sharper and harsher then she would like. "I don't get why you think challenging me--us--alone, just outside the place where you're safe, is a good idea. You probably don't understand who I am, do you?" With a flourish, she drew her blade, pointing it in the thief's direction. "My name is Sils--"

And then a big, heavy net felt out of absolutely nowhere and took her down onto her face.

...and then a can of sparkly paint landed on her right after, coating her in sparkly shit.

It was funny, honestly. Big, imposing lady, trying so hard, trying to be a good Fire Wheel and a good Guard-Helper one minute, indistinct lump of squirming host the next, vaguely sparkling in the lamp light. Could you blame the Giggling Rat for letting out a sharp, snorting snigger then? An audible, keening cackle? [i]Laughing[/i] at her?

This hurt her worse then losing to Birsi. The other Fire Wheels had just been disappointed in her. Now her enemies were giggling at her.

Talismans and spells written on her flesh began to spark and steam, glowing red and hot. Steam poured off her body, spreading out around her as the writhing bulge on the ground got bigger, and bigger, and [b]bigger[/b]. The chemical stink of ozone and reacting iron filled the air, before giving way to a deep, thick, almost eye-watering musk.

The net split in two as Om stood back up.

[b][s]Silsila[/s][/b] [b]Om[/b]

Four arms. Eight feet tall. Hair down to her ankles. Biceps the size of a ripe watermelon. Golden teeth and glowing eyes. Unfortunately still covered in that stupid paint.

Om looked up the side of the building where the net had come down. "Okay." She said,  before punching her fists into the wall (making a [b]terrific[/b] racket) and scaling the side of it like some sort of giant, freaky ape-spider, heading straight towards Soot!

[hider]I'm activating a lot of abilities in this post, so buckle up!

First of all, I'm going to [b]Stagger[/b] from getting laughed at by the Giggling Rat. I'm going to mark 2 Conditions: Angry and Insecure.

Second, I'm going to Transform. I'm going to clear a condition--my Afraid one--and choose to move in ways no normal person could.

Third, I'm activating Big Dyke Energy and making sure everyone knows I'm the most dangerous girl around![/hider]

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[b]Birsi[/b]
Their quarry? So soon? Surely this must be some kind of trap. Rouse be damned, she needed to fight like herself if they were to apprehend their foe, and as such she would. Brandishing her blade in a very un-Fire Wheel Manner, she would straighten her stance, ready her sword, and… Okay, Silsila was just netted and had paint dropped on her head. Alright, that should be… Oh my. Birsi had not seen a Host transform like this, usually they just gained one minor change across their whole form, like turning a bright shade of red instead of their usual tan, but… Oh goodness she was large. But not in charge, as Birsi was the superior officer here.

“Alright Om, let us apprehend her with-” Birsi’s words trailed off as her teammate for the mission shot up the wall and left her on the ground. Alone… Okay then. “That was not part of the plan, Silsila!” She shouted up after her before returning her gaze back to the Thief Queen. “Very well, I shall face you head on. En Garde!” She would lunge forward with her blade to clash, and find that… Well, her stupid Fire Wheel attire had gotten caught on something, causing her foot to stumble into the broken half of the net on the ground, step in some paint, and then finally stagger over to her foe for a clash of blades. She barely managed to force her foe back and take a few stabs at her attire to try and frighten her, show that she was meaning business… Though Birsi sure was embarrassed by this entire maneuver of hers… She was getting a bit red in the face.


[hider=My Hider]

Rolled to fight, got a total of 3… So I am using ‘For the Cause!’ to take a condition (Embarrassed from TSL Advanced Lovers and Lesbians, does the same as Insecure) to inflict a condition (Afraid). Hopefully she actually is scared, but I can see other conditions being applied instead of Afraid.

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