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[hider=💀][color=silver][center]20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | [s]So[/s](ME)[s]thing[/s] On Your Mind
Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow
Hellspawn | Streetside Devil 
Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
[Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Transplace (4), Quicken (0), Full Extend (4), Scatter (2)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1250
PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 1138[/center][/color][/hider]
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Lenore's attempt at small talk was easily drowned out by all the murderous imagery rattling around in the big cat's head. Ciri had communicated with monsters telepathically before, sending her thoughts and receiving theirs in turn. But being able to actively [i]pry [/i]into an unwilling creature's mind was a recent development, and it seemed to have opened a whole new world of thought.

Unexpected, but it made sense; it wasn't like she was always thinking in words either, especially if she wasn't actively trying to communicate with someone via her powers. Now, how much of what Ciri saw in Tony's head was just wishful thinking and how much was actual [i]intent[/i], she wasn't experienced enough to tell yet — but, really, once shit [i]did [/i]actually hit the fan in the form of a sniper's bullet, that hardly mattered. 

It was [i]on.[/i]

[color=#7e4393][i]Kitty, incoming,[/i][/color] Ciri called out in Billy's head, hoping to give him at least an extra second to brace himself while she ducked away, attention already elsewhere. Amidst shooting at anyone and anything that wasn't part of her own crew, she was searching for the source of the initial shot, eyes darting from one part of the shitshow to the next, until—

[color=#7e4393][i]No. Fucking. Way.[/i][/color]

Shitty military cosplay, even shittier dye job. Ciri's eyes narrowed in recognition, all the frustration of her last run-in with Viper prickling at her skin. [i]This bitch [/i]was the reason she'd come into actual physical contact with a [i]nerd![/i] Oh, she was gonna [i]fuck [/i]them up for that.

She raised her gun, just as Amanda raised her voice, almost to remind Ciri she was there. Because, yeah, [i]shit[/i]. The girl [i]was [/i]here, wasn't she, all because she'd dragged her into—

[b]"We need to get upstairs. If we get up there, I know we can find him…”[/b]

Ciri didn't need to ask who 'he' was. She clicked her tongue, attention split. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze from Viper long enough to scowl at Amanda. [color=#7e4393]"We probably [i]can[/i], yeah. But, look— there's no way in hell I'm gonna let you run up there in some mad dash for revenge."[/color]

A grin split Ciri's scowl, though it didn't make her look friendly so much as conspiratorial. [color=#7e4393]"Not before [i]I[/i] get my own. I [i]was [/i]in line first, you know. Now, help me put that bitch to sleep,"[/color] she jabbed a thumb towards Viper, urgency sharpening her tone, [color=#7e4393]"And [i]then [/i]we can go hunt down your pretty little psycho. Deal?"[/color]

The slightest [i]hint [/i]of perceived agreement would be enough to send Ciri navigating the battlefield towards Viper with It, hopefully, just ahead of her as a shield and sword alike. Ciri hated fighting in close quarters, true, but so did a bitch with a sniper rifle, probably, and last time they'd been all too quick to slither away, so— there was no way she was about to let that happen again. Ciri intended to use It and the chaos of the fight around her as a cover for her advance, before she either got close enough for a clear shot, or was spotted and in need of a quick reactive melody.

She could only hope Amanda wasn't far behind.
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