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[color=mediumslateblue]"Getting slimed is also not in my contract."[/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: 44 - 11 = 33
Casting: Self [0] Routine+Extend [2] Flight [4] RoutineBackfeed [0] Beam [1] Freeze [4]

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

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Imagine Nina's surprise when the kidnapped Marrie suddenly appeared! No one needed to, though, because it was plainly visible on her face. She couldn't have freed herself and dispatched Tim so quickly, could she? For a moment, Nina glanced between where the girl had come from and where she was going with that key. Silky said to follow the space pirate, but in her moment of indecision the choice was made for her. Her feet were Slick, and the ship was tilting.

Tim's armor had kind of a cool look going on, Nina was thinking, so why all the slime and tentacles? Why did Hollywood have to be right about aliens being gross? Such were her thoughts as she caught herself with a Flight melody to prevent herself from sliding into the room that was quickly becoming a pit of slimy tendrils. It seemed everyone had decided to follow Marrie, and a quick peek inside led to the discovery of Luna and others. Freeing them while the slime they were bathing in could still move seemed like a risky proposition, however. There were no guarantees their freed comrades would be in any state to be useful, or even safe. [color=mediumslateblue]"I prefer pudding on chilled plate, not wiggling through air like flying snake,"[/color] Nina remarked, sending an ice beam toward the cluster of tendrils on her right. The last thing any of them needed was for their exit to be both uphill [i]and[/i] blocked off.