The words had barely finished, and Quinn was already at the skullport. She tore the door open with one hand. A distant and fragmented part of her laughed at how hesitant she'd been the first time, how long she'd taken. But there was no time for that. Only one thing mattered now. Slinging herself into the chair, she felt her plugs click into place. It had become almost comforting. Familiar. A constant in an ever-changing series of troubles and trials. Her eye closed tight. And the darkness swirled away.

[i]Ablaze[/i] stood. Three deep breaths. 

Then she reached out her hand, grasped the sheet, and [i]tore[/i]. The enormous cannon fell into her hands, and with an almost reflexive speed she spun it up to her shoulder. The white lines blurred at the edge of her vision, and she could feel the internal fire rumbling, waiting to be unleashed upon her target.

It could keep waiting.

Her mind raced. Her plan was half-formed at best, harebrained and futile at worst. But it was all she had. As much as it scared her...she needed to stay close. She [i]needed[/i] to phase, it was true. But she didn't know how much time it would take [i]afterwards[/i]. So she couldn't keep that distance. She was on a tight clock, and that fact beat through every inch of her colossal body. She couldn't take advantage of her cannon's range, like she'd done in every single sim. She needed to dance just outside of [i]Blotklau[/i]'s range. She needed to keep her chasing.

And she needed to make her [i]mad.[/i]

A voice [i]surged[/i] up within her, an impulse so strong it stole her breath. One word. And though she knew more would come, that first word was always the strongest: [i][color=black]KILL.[/color][/i] It was beating through her, thick as the ichor surging through her twisted body. [i][color=black]KILL.[/color][/i] And she snarled back: [i][color=FFE63D]Go fuck yourself.[/color][/i]

Then, to Besca. Just two words: "[color=FFE63D]Trust me.[/color]"

And then, finally back to the pilot channel. Across to the animal form of [i]Blotklau,[/i] already starting to move. To Roaki. She let go of the cannon with her offhand—primed and tensed to move back at the [i]slightest[/i] need—and stroked it down a braid that wasn't there anymore. The cannon was pointed out the ground in front of her. Very, very intentionally. Waiting for her to get close.

[i][color=FFE63D]Let's see if this works as well as it did in sims.[/color][/i]

Then she [i]forced[/i] her voice into a high, lilting singsong like a little child playing. She hated what she was about to say. But again...

...She needed her mad.

"[color=FFE63D]Catch me if you can, little cripple girl~![/color]"