[center][color=00ffff][h2][i][b]Victoria van Dyne[/b][/i][/h2][/color][hr][color=00ffff][b]Location: [/b][/color]F̴̞͘ä̴̱i̶͚͆r̷̭̀ ̷̫̏g̵͓͊ŗ̶̾o̵͜͠u̷̢̽n̸̬̄d̸̙͗s̶̙͐ ̴̣̇>̴̮͊ ̴̘̂Ŭ̴͈n̷̘͛ķ̷̋n̸͉̚ò̵͍w̷̰͗ṉ̵̉
[color=00ffff][b]Equipment / items: [/b][/color]Multi-field generators
[color=00ffff][b]Powers / skills: [/b][/color] Unarmored hand to hand combat
[color=00ffff][b]Mood music: [/b][/color][url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SonKpSoIETo&pp=ygUfb29tcGggbGFieXJpbnRoIGVuZ2xpc2ggdmVyc2lvbg%3D%3D]Oomph! - Labyrinth[/url]
[/center][hr]In the brief moment Victoria heard the siren's song, it failed to register. If her core was still an independent system, perhaps Ultron would have flagged the inconsistency in her behavior and snap her out of the illusion.

But Ultron wasn't there anymore, and Xènia opened a Pandora's box.

What Victoria desired the most was for her choices to be her own.

The code that bound her to Admin's will was gone. Arcade was reformed and doing time. Ultron was purged from her system. So the illusion coalesced into the only thing Victoria was still aware of pulling her strings.

One moment she was in the snow field, and in another the field was all but forgotten, as the world shifted and a new reality set in.

She was inside of a black void, containing nothing but a bridge leading to what she could, in the loosest of terms, describe as some kind of machine. A machine that seemed to weave together some sort of energy. And standing in front of it...

[i][color=00ffff]Nemo?[/color][/i]

A [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5584664]memory[/url] of something the man said came to the forefront of her mind: How the TVA dictates the timeline, and what events are permitted to happen.

She understood where she was. Damned if she remembered how she got there, but it didn't matter - She would never have another chance like this! Her skin migrated the generators from her left hand to her shoulder blades, setting into the familiar position. Her fists clenched so hard they turned white, and if Sabine wasn't wearing her ring, she'd be flooded by Victoria's feelings of hatred and rage.

This was the last leash still put on her. Right in front of her! [I][color=00ffff]Charge! Break the machine! Exterminate those self righteous bastards![/color][/i] her mind - and the siren's song - commanded.

An enraged bellow split the air at the snow field: [Color=00ffff]"I'm not your puppet, time fuckers! [b]I write my own story![/b]"[/color]

Boosters firing, hand crackling with an electric discharge, Vicky leapt to break the machine, and turn Nemo into a mortadella mist cloud if he stood in her way...

...right at where Xènia stood.

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[b]Equipped:[/b] 3x2 (Shoulders) + 6 (Right hand) + 2 (Eyes)
[b]Not equipped:[/b] 1 (Backpack)

[b]Use:[/b]
6: Repulsor boosters
6: High power electric discharge
2: Unused
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