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[color=mediumslateblue]"Under ordinary circumstance, I say 'five second rule,' but in case of alien invasion I make exception."[/color]

[color=dimgray]— Ninochka Nikiforov, Dark Winter[/color]

[hider=Nina][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5656672]Ninochka Nikiforov[/url]
Max MP: 70 Current MP: 70 - 8 = 62
Casting: Self [0] AoE [2] Purify [6]

Gear: Goggles (Illusion Begone) Monster Tracker (Inactive) Food (4) Kevlar (4) Pistol (4) Medical Supplies (4)

Leveraging: N/A[/hider][/center]

Alice was hardly Nina's commanding officer, but when told to "haul ass," she at least managed to remove said ass from her seat. When she put goggles on, Nina also followed suit. It was around the time that she managed to get them on that purple-armor-guy (which immediately registered in Nina's mind as "space pirate") appeared more or less right next to her. [color=mediumslateblue][i]Quarantine? This is not good...[/i][/color] She fanned the strange fumes away from her face. Already, Nina's plan (if indeed it could be called one) to use herself as bait was going pear-shaped, as the space pirates (she would assume there were more than one, as it took a whole crew to run a ship) were now abducting the dragon girl instead. That was fair, she supposed, since abducting a [i]dragon girl[/i] was an inherently more interesting prospect than abducting either a dragon or a girl, and most of Maverick Alternative (and the beachgoers, for that matter) seemed composed of either one or the other. Rika was both, which made her stand out, just like Dan Daggernose, who was both a shark and a man—but probably much harder to kidnap, she would imagine.

[color=mediumslateblue]"Hmmh,"[/color] Nina remarked, drowsily. She was good at making useless observations, but every once in a while, she struck gold. If 'no hurting' was the rule of Dan Daggernose's magic, then "the best offense was a good defense." This was good. Defense was Nina's forte. It was her time to shine! This in mind, she began to compose her melody, smiling easily. [color=mediumslateblue]"You see? This is why you listen to Nina! At parties, food is always gone before you know it."[/color] Shortly, a sound like a distant foghorn would ring out, and the sedating effects of the space pirate's smog would presumably be banished from their formerly peaceful picnic table—but Nina did not plan to stop there. The smog followed purple-armor-guy everywhere he went, which was a pretty efficient means of spreading it. It would be a shame, then, if a purifying effect [i]also[/i] followed him everywhere he went. Nina wasn't sure when, exactly, she had bestowed the space pirate with personhood in her mind, but the solution she came up with almost seemed like a prank, and the idea of playing a prank on an [i]actual space pirate[/i] made her laugh rather childishly as she chased after him, intent on closing the distance so she could touch him—and, for once, she was actually running at something akin to full speed ahead.