[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] The Gym- Training Room A
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills: [/color][/b] Friendship
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	Time pressure was one of the those things that was at the same time excellent and destructive, and realizing they didn't have anything flashy to show Lady Nimue as their time raced to a close, Mary Sue was forced to look internally and reflect on the things they'd done. Her brain racing, she found herself zeroing in on a thing she'd only heard vaguely of before. She knew, in principle, that what she wanted to do was possible, but she'd be lying if she said she precisely understood the physics involved. Railguns. Not knowing how to, or being able to do any of the math in her head, she held her hand out, smiled at Andy, and said, "[color=ff48a5]This is going to be awesome.[/color]"

	And shortly after that, a piece of heavy railroad track materialized in her hand, falling to the ground with a clang. Mary Sue blinked, as her cheeks turned red. "[color=ff48a5]Erm. One moment please.[/color]" She tried again to make her idea work, but she was too focused on the idea that [i]that[/i] had materialized instead. Maybe conceptual similarity somehow [i]mattered[/i], and her brain connected railroads to railguns. In any case, a set of parts fell to the floor. She couldn't quite put it together on her own, and she looked at Andy and explained. "[color=ff48a5]Uh, we can use these to build a rail gun. You can charge your lightning into it, and we can shoot things really fast.[/color]" That was, at least, what she hoped.