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[color=mediumslateblue]"Purple is very flattering color on you, Silky! Take it from Dark Winter!"[/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: 52 - 4 = 48
Casting: Touch [0] AoE [2] Push [2]

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

Leveraging: Sentient Instrument 6[/hider][/center]

Nina wasn't quite fool enough to willingly remain in the turret's line of sight after seeing it just [i]switch firing modes[/i] like it had a ready answer for her shenanigans, but it was rather too late for Nina to change her trajectory in any meaningful way that a machine couldn't easily predict. She tried cancelling her flight and using her ball and chain to grapple to the edge of the roof instead, but the net still managed to catch her. She fell, still entangled with her chain and swung right into the side of the craft with a hefty [i]clunk.[/i] Her Storm effect lingered, successfully soaking her in ocean spray and dusting her with sand from the beach. She struggled with the net for a moment before seizing it with both hands, each facing opposite ways and tearing it apart with a desperate push note, which also sent her swinging from her perch on the side of the craft into another arc straight onto the roof with another [i]clunk.[/i]

Nina groaned as the ship began to lift off. [color=mediumslateblue]"Always on time for work, late to party. Typical day in life of Nina,"[/color] she huffed, looking back at the portal everyone was racing toward. She knew she wasn't going to reach it in time. She ventured a guess some of them wouldn't, either. Instead, she heaved her massive flail and wedged it into the ramp as it was retracting, then dashed for the gap, stumbling slightly as the hands rose from the sea to stop the aliens from fleeing. She slipped inside, trying in vain to pull her stuck instrument in after her a few times, giving Pekka and company a chance to follow after her before she realized, sheepishly, that she could just dismiss the thing to free it instead. It likely wouldn't be too useful as anything other than an impromptu shield moving forward, so she kept it in her metaphorical pocket for now. She turned her attention instead to the slimes in the hallway ahead, readying her next melody. She wasn't sure what the slimes were made of, but hopefully they would politely freeze just as any respectable liquid ought.