Caesar followed slowly, staring at the hole where the angry man had gone.
He should've tried. Maybe then all this wouldn't be happening.
Outside.... It was a maze? Of plants? How did that make a -
Oh. A hunting fight. Two hunters, one winner. He wouldn't have been useful here, didn't know how to aim a gun accurately. Cannons were easier.
Maybe there was a hand cannon out there?
Mhmm.
He was a little shocked at how the fight developed, though. He had believed in the little Jo's confidence, and she was as good as dead. Would've been, if it wasn't for the odd ammo they used.
Bonekid got excited and immediately regretted it, opting a small chuckle from the Mink, as he nodded in agreement at the call for Boone.
He was, really, the best shooter on the crew. If anyone would win from their crew, it would be him.
His eyes traveled to the cannon man. Alien magic. Could he have beat him, if he hadn't failed against Launcher?
Appearance: Ellie is naturally attractive, beautiful to those second glances, with a natural air of confidence accentuating her looks. Her skin is noticeably smooth, an exotic blend of caramel and tan, that contrast against the hunter green eyes that shine with a ravenous intelligence. The angle of her face, the jawline and cheekbones, there's an abundance of exotic features to the American populace. Her hair is cut short, laying straight and a rich raven black in color, framing her head in a way that seems to make her eyes more noticeable.
Beyond that, she generally can be found wearing relaxed clothing, though nothing that could ever get in the way of her 6’2” frame. She has a naturally expressive face that tends to stick to “Are you fucking seriously that idiotic?” and “Really?” Hidden to the unobservant, or shrouded by her hair, is a barely noticeable piece of tech in her left ear.
Her costume is fairly open, with no loose clothing, so that she can perform under optimal conditions. Black and dark blue materials, and a look not unlike Alexandria (minus the cape, of course). She has a helmet with Tinker tech visor that can retract with built in heads up display. Very heavily inspired by Alexandria.
”My body is a temple built in honor of all that I have achieved and will bring.”
History: Warning: FREAKING LONG
Ellie had a relatively ordinary childhood, growing up during the rise of the Capes and PRT, being three years old when Scion made his appearance. If you were to ask her about her childhood, all she'd really remember was awe and surprise…. And fear. From the very start of her life she'd struggled with being mute.
When Ellie was six her little sister was stricken with a rare degenerative disease. With no known cure outside of bone marrow transplant… There were little odds of survival.
Ellie didn't know how to deal with this news. Why couldn't she just be a donor? Why couldn't she just help? Why did the doctors and her parents keep telling her she wasn't a match? This was her sister! How was she not a match?
No. She couldn't accept this. She would become a compatible donor. She had to.
For the first few weeks it was soul grindingly horrible. Just… Doctor visits and appointments and nothing helping while she sat there healthy and fine.
On a particularly bad visit Ellie snuck out of the office and down the hall. There had to be something in this hospital that could fix her so she could help her sister. There had to be.
Through luck she stumbled across a room filled with medical supplies. She couldn't understand what most of it was, the labels looked like gibberish to her, but she knew what needles and the such were for.
Over the next year Ellie tried experiment after experiment, trying to make her compatible, stealing from the hospital a little at a time so she wouldn't get caught.
Blood injections that left her feeling sick after a few days. Weakness, weariness, tired. She could've sworn A was a good letter, but apparently not for blood.
Pills that caused a variety of effects. Vomiting, numbness, a horrible diarrhea that almost hospitalized her from the dehydration.
So many failures, her body betraying her and denying her her one wish. With each failure came a period of waiting until her parents attentions returned to her sister and she could resume.
Finally, not long after her 9th birthday, her desperation mounting as her body continued to decline she knew she needed to go for broke. Her sister was doing so terribly, almost always at the hospital now…. So Ellie stole some blood from her sister and injected it. This had to work. It had to.
But it didn't. Five days later and her sister was gone. Dead. She'd failed. Her body had failed her. That night her own health finally caught up with her, all the half assed attempts at medically changing her health finally combining to destroy her from the inside. The doctors said something about blood poisoning, her parents were crying, and everything hurt so much. Even now, at her greatest failure, her body was failing her.
She Triggered at the hopelessness, the horror that her decisions had led her to. The next few days she saw news of a group of four heroes calling themselves the Protectorate. Alexandria. Legend. Hero. Eidolon. Powers…. She knew she was like them, even if she'd failed. She could beat this.
Several months later and her health had returned through the careful administrations of her crafted liquids and the doctor's doing their limited work. Months studying through medical books, breathing through knowledge like it was air.
After two years she started going out, gathering materials and building blueprints. She knew what she wanted to do, but her body wasn't ready yet. She needed more time.
Here, at eleven, she met a street rat. Anastasia. And she knew, she knew what to do. This girl, she could help her. Adopt her as her own little sister. Not a replacement, no not a replacement, but an augmentation to her life to fix what was broken and destroyed.
It didn't take long for her to bring the girl home. Her parents never objected, but then they hardly saw her parents anymore. Everything had changed. She could fix it, she just needed time.
Ana was different. In a good way. She wasn't as science driven as Ellie, but she showed interest enough. And Ellie could take care of them, protect them.
And then he came. They called him Behemoth. Destruction, death, fire. It was terrifying and it was a push that she needed. It was time to act. She was fourteen now, and Ana was twelve. In the coming days the Protectorate formed proper alongside the PRT, a division of heroes and Civilians turned soldiers.
It emboldened Ellie. There was no official place for a fourteen year old alongside the Protectorate heroes, but they worked together when Ellie went out with a crude mask made from sheet metal and some devices filled with odd liquids. She helped people, gaining the name Crafter by the locals, and for a time things were okay.
But then one night everything went wrong, her body failing to be able to outrun some punks and defend herself properly. She came home to her workshop bloody, battered and broken. Collapsing near her workshop she vaguely noticed Ana running towards her secondary work area. Ignoring that oddity, she began the painstaking process of setting bones and sealing wounds before she blacked out.
Coming to, it seemed no time had passed. Moments, perhaps. But then Ana came back into view and Ellie knew she had gained powers. The blood, the look, she'd been changed.
It took weeks to heal, though only moments for Ana, and they began again. A team this time, Crafter and Slam, sister heroes! It went surprisingly well, the combination of tech and brawn being utilized in near perfect coordination.
Two years passed and the PRT started up the Wards program officially. Ellie convinced Anna to join up with her, taking on the mantle of Crafter and Newt. Two years passed relatively uneventfully, Ellie finishing her blueprints and plans and moving up into the Protectorate as the Tinker Manifold.
There she had access to the materials she needed, Tinkering away her own flesh and slowly, carefully replacing it with her designs. Fixing her body, ensuring it would never fail.
By the time Ana graduated into the Protectorate two years later Ellie had completed her augmentations, now more Tinker tech than flesh, and made a name for herself through her designs involving liquid systems for ammo and power. Ana, now known as Charm, took up beside her older sister, receiving her own -though admittedly more minor- augmentations from Ellie as they officially rekindled their partnership.
Years have passed and the duo participated in the Behemoth fight before transferring departments to help with the aftermath.
Personality
Motivations: To further her research and break the bonds limiting her, as well as protect her sister.
Sexuality: Asexual
Likes:
Technology
Experimentation
Conflict
Tinkering away the pain flesh
Solving problems
Silence
Great fucking pizza
Dislikes:
Romance
Innuendoes
Flirting
Idiots
Orders
Bitches
Being interrupted
Derangement: Very little regard for her own safety. This can be seen as reckless abandon in a fight to taking unnecessary risks. She's also obsessed with the concept of Failing, and will do anything to avoid failing, a result of the events leading up to her trigger event.
”Why worry about the flesh, when I can rebuild and replace it and make it better?”
Parahumanism
Skills:
Can play the piano like a master
Skilled enough with a Guitar
Can perform advanced mathematics in her head
One mean cook
Adept at Tiger style Kung Fu
Knows ASL
Classification: Tinker
Details: Ellie’s best work lies in her specialty when augmenting herself, relating to fluid dispersal and dynamics. In layman's terms, when operating on the circulatory system and other fluid-based systems. However, she can create from most every field.
Hacking away parts of herself to create something greater, better, more efficient. These augmentations have granted her the following abilities:
Enhanced reflexes
Enhanced hand-eye coordination
Enhanced strength / speed / endurance
Pain resistance
Disease / Poison resistance
Furthermore, she no longer requires breathing.
Internal gear:
Flamethrower built into the right wrist, projected distance of 30 feet streams.
An acidic chemical that ‘eats’ non-organic material that can be secreted through her pores at will.
Smoke projector in her left wrist, can create a cloud, steam up to 10 feet before spreading, or an oil-like liquid spray.
Limitations: Ellie works best on herself, and as such is hardly considered human anymore. While she can Tinker without using her body, it takes much longer, with more resources, to produce quality gear and improvements. It takes her time to swap out augmentations and to make adjustments / changes to herself.
Beyond that, if she's not working with something involving her specialty it's much harder for her to manage, and comes with a chance of not working.
For a fraction of a second all she knew was darkness. That damn notification about health again.
Fuck that.
Things devolved quickly as she opened her eyes. Rattle was being put on the defensive, even if he was too stupid to understand that.
She watched the odd magic as if in slow motion, already moving herself as she pushed through the pain, and hissed in pleasure as it tore through the armor and flesh of the bastard.
Weakness. Blood.
Power.
She had seen his muscles work, she had seen him pull out the leaf.
He was distracted.
He was her's.
She pushed herself to her limit, moving as fast as she could along his legs before he could stand. Stealth didn't matter, awareness of his actions did, he'd feel her anyways.
She snapped for the leaf, and if he made it impossible to steal then she'd just poison it with a Breath.
And then...
If she wasn't thrown off she'd continue the assault, attempt to put a Glob in his open wound, and bite and rip and tear at any skin she could reach, calling him every vile thing she could think of when her mouth wasn't busy.
Cici Appearance: Species: Horsea ♀ Type: Water Personality: Lax Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: N/A Level: 6 Moves: Bubble Smokescreen Ability: Sniper Boosts power of Critical Hits Held Item: N/A
Alice smiled softly at Vivia, before turning to her Rotom. Putting on a Stern face she spoke slowly.
"You should be nicer! Listen! Maybe she wouldn't feel like she needs to just super kick you if you weren't being a brat." she stuck out her tongue, smiling a little. "Would you like to join us when we leave, Vivia? I don't know what we'll do, there's just so many possibilities..."
She held up a finger, distracted, before....[running off to do the events of previous post]
"Thanks, Professor," she said distractedly, leaning in to give an awkward hug to Rhyperior. "There's so much I want to see and do! I'll see you again, Rhyperior! Professor!" She cleaned up Cici carefully, smiling, before handing back the towel with a soft 'thank you'.
With that she returned to Vivia and Skylar, thinking. "I want to stop by the Pokecenter, maybe there'll be a good rumor or something. There's supposed to be the occasional Shuppet floating around town at night, that could be neat. But I do really want to find a Beldum, which is up in My Edge.... But there's also the Gym nearby off Route 1 the Professor mentioned.... Skylar, what do you think?"
Lethal Developments, Part 3: Never Gonna Give You Up-
Whip took up the rear, nervously walking near silently behind the others, while string began following from her wrists akin to her moniker. She was careful to keep them away from the others, as they were already ridged with razor edges hard and sharp enough to be leaving grooves in the ground they walked on.
The tunnel opened up into a large, open, cavern like room complete with stalagmites and torches. Pillars of stone were placed across the area, and the place was a disaster. Tables, crates, machinery… Countless objects made the place almost like a maze. They couldn't see anyone, but Mantis could feel that the room was teeming with confidence and anger. And floating directly across from the opening, in plain view, was a bloody figure Mantis and Farce were well acquainted with:
Limbo's ghost. Complete with an appearance of rot and decay strong enough to make one shiver in disgust.
The last couple steps forward would lead then properly into the room. What were they going to do?
The feeling in the air of a multitude ahead, or perhaps the hallucination of one in her mind, and the vision of someone that seemed ghostly struck a very strong chord at her survival instincts as she got glimpses of her. Adrenaline poured into her body at a rapid pace, heartbeat skyrocketing as her senses seemed to become a bit more keen whilst the fight or flight response was fueling her body right now. Her gut feeling even seemed to scream at her as she froze in place.
”Oh shitshitshit. All the alarm bells are going off, guys. We need to get outta this trap, and NOW!”
She didn’t care if she sounded scared right now, or looked like a runner. If she was gonna be a hero sometime, they needed to stay alive first. At that, all natural instincts were crying for “flight” rather than “fight” in this “dungeon encounter” they had seemingly delved into. This felt like a trap. A damn trap….nuts.
Mantis’ eyes widened when he saw the figure. He raised his weapon instinctively toward it. However, realizing it was just an apparition, he lowered it again. He felt repulsed and almost threw up at the sight of her. Mantis then released feelings of calm and peace into the surrounding area and sensed those same emotions. This effectively cancelled out the sensations made by the apparition. His allies would feel the same thing as himself.
When Mantis recollected himself he spoke out, ”We've come this far and who is to say there isn't a trap waiting for us behind? To make it out we have to press on..” Then he began to step into the room and hoped there wasn't some deadly trap waiting for him. He could tell if there would be other feelings emanating nearby from other areas. However, it would be harder due to the amount of them going on in a small area.
”I-I’m with Excal right now. Fuck Limbo.” As much as she wanted to run, though, Farce let out a hearty sigh. ”... but there’s still a chance that our behinds are blocked by an army or something. Let’s just… get this over with.”
Farce shoved past the people in her path as she stepped out beside Mantis. Well, if this wasn’t a warm welcome? Limbo sitting there like a smarmy motherfucker and all that. Farce couldn’t stomach the sight of her, period, but she needed to suck it up here. She looked up at the apparition and simply spoke to it. One word. ”’sup?”
Limbo looked at Farce, a smirk playing across her face as she waggled a finger at her. ”Naughty, Naughty.” Her voice was rough, eerie upon the ears. She's floated towards the group, passing through everything between them as if they didn't exist, before circling the four. ”I could keep you…. But, I think not.”
A single gunshot rang out, the wall behind Mantis blowing dust just a few inches from him.
”Kill them.”
Whip reacted with the gunshot, building a barrier of their own to hide behind. “Reinforce this, will you Excal?” Mantis’ influence hadn't changed her emotions, she saw what they were up against and knew that such feelings were not going to help her.
Eight goons started moving from cover to cover to get closer, all wielding various melee weapons from knives to a wooden bat with nails in it. Across the room others took up positions with handguns, looking to get a lucky shot off.
Mantis instinctively turned his weapon at the goon that the shot came from and fired off a quick burst. Then he yelled out, ”Give us some cover, NOW!” The urgency in his voice was clear. If Excaliblast couldn't build them an adequate form of cover in time they could all be wiped out in an instant. After firing his burst, Mantis reached for his smoke grenade, pulled the pin and threw it directly in front of the area people were shooting from. It would hopefully blind them from firing accurately on Lethal Force's position. It would also give the team more time to get their cover constructed.
”So… uh… correct me if I’m wrong here, but if a parahuman uses force meant to murder another parahuman, does that mean that we can fight back in self defense?” Farce asked Mantis as she cocked her revolver. ”It makes sense to me, so please tell me it makes sense to you.” Farce considered shooting for a moment, before a mental bug told her not to. Specifically, he said that it’d be more likely that she’d waste ammo, so she held off on firing just yet.
Allison nodded to Whip and began rapidly trying to form long, wide blades, sticking them into the ground like fence posts, or perhaps “planks” to make parts of a proper fence itself. Though panic surged in her veins, the “fight” response was currently taking over as the “flight” became more and more unreasonable….or at least potentially so. However, a calming aura seemed to begin to take hold of her as she was building, allowing her to better focus on making her fence. She had no idea if this would work, though Mantis’ involvement in her new mood seemed likely, but at the same time she was not going to take chances.
She would make the barrier, placing the blades as close to each other as possible, and as strong in the ground as she could plant them.
But if they were unable to handle “this” much, or things got notably worse where they needed to go, she felt the idea of shooting blades out at top speed might be able to hold back attackers for a time. Unless it was this ghost chick, who looked kinda cute, but also had scared the hell out of her not too long ago. Ugh. Now was not the time for her libido to kick into action, seriously…..
The wall was being built at a surprisingly fast pace. Between the metal posts and the woven string it was incredibly durable at that. Already bullets build be heard pinging off of the solid surface, but the two girls had placed them carefully. And nothing broke through.
Mantis’ shot, meanwhile, managed to clip the original shooter in his arm before he could fully return to cover, the fall of his pistol noticeable to anyone looking.
These goons were obviously trained, dealing with a surprise visit (that didn't seem very surprising anymore) incredibly well, and were keeping the pressure on Lethal Force to remain defensive. All the while Limbo was making passing remarks at their expense, commenting on 'poor technique’ and giving heads up to her guards whenever Lethal Force moved to attack.
Whip turned to Farce in irritation once the wall was finished. “Of course it makes fucking sense. Kill them before they kill us.”
The longest piece of string they'd ever seen from her snaked around her before she stepped outside the barricade and began swinging it like a whip. Her attack stuck upon the wooden crates like they were butter, slicing through three men in her dedication. She was far enough back that all of their shots were phasing through her as her face scrunched up in anger.
The bodies she left were bloody and cut into pieces.
”Welp, that’s all the confirmation I needed.” Farce confidently said as she drew her magnum and aimed it towards the attackers. She breathed deeply before she took aim, firing it off towards an assaulting crook, him hardly having enough reaction time to stop reloading and fire back. Farce’s hand immediately swung to aim at the guy to his left, firing a shot into his arm before she crouched down behind cover to protect herself.
Not having been told more, and not being accustomed to an actual battle yet, Allison began to make a secondary barrier above the archway of where they had just come in. Something to reinforce and enhance their cover by protecting from above attacks or causing a thrown grenade to hit this “roof” for the barricade and bounce just to roll back toward the enemy throwers. Not that she knew if they had grenades, actually….ugh. She wasn’t trying to cage her and Whip and others in, not at all, but whether her idea currently was good or not was up to how well she was handling all of this whilst on her feet. On occasion she’d poke an ear out toward where they had come from, just in case anything could be heard from there...er, anything coming their direction.
’I hope we don’t all die here….ahhh….‘
With the barrier up, Mantis felt like they could gain ground. His shot had disabled an enemy while Whipstitch had made mincemeat of three more. He would press their advantage. Taking cover behind the barrier, Mantis sent the thought to his allies, ”Throwing a flashbang, get behind the barrier.” Then he took one from his belt and lobbed it above the largest group of the Community. It would explode in a flash and disable the eardrums and vision of all who would be in range. Then Mantis would pop out from cover and fire another burst at whoever was closest to them.
Whip laughed, a maniacal sound, as bullets continued to pass through her harmlessly. She cut through two more men, but no one else seemed willing to get close enough for her attacks. Farce's shot clipped her target in the arm, but the man proved capable of firing from his other hand accurately. His shot pinged off of the barrel of her pistol, ricocheting harmlessly away from the group before Mantis’ flashbang detonated. Very few of the enemy seemed to be affected, Limbo getting a warning out in time for them to safely get behind cover. She seemed to be directing them confidently, mostly content to let them handle the intruders.
As Mantis popped up to shoot, a waiting shooter got a lucky shot off that grazed his shooting shoulder. A shallow wound, but it would still hurt.
Things were quickly reaching a stalemate, but would Lethal Force have enough firepower to outlast the entrenched goons?
“Any time you feel like fucking attacking would be great, Excal!” Whip shouted in the momentary lull from behind a small barrier of string as she waited for her eyes to be able to see clearly again.
”Agh!” Farce yelped as her revolver fell out of her hands. That was a hell of a shot, and it did knock away Farce’s gun, but she wasn’t out of the fight yet. Not by any sort of long shot.
She grabbed her nightstick, Carlotta, from her bag and held it up like a gun. Within an instant, the twin was replaced by her male half, shouting his cape name as the nightstick was replaced by a 1911. He began firing his shots at any goons he could, staying silent as he did so. He didn’t have anything to say, nor did he want to say anything anyways.
Jolted by Whip’s curse-laden and harsh words, Allison stopped trying to further fortify the group in this position of theirs. She had to keep the nerves from manifesting, even with the soothing aura she assumed was Mantis’ doing right now. Lightly shaking her head to clear it in a sense, Allison popped up with her wrists down, firing a quick but rapid spray of blades toward some of the goons before ducking back down again as she had seen the others do. Did they expect a college student to have proper combat training here?! To her she felt like they did to some extent, but now was not the time to say a word.
She wasn’t an idiot, after all. Yet she had to try to help them stay alive, the will to survive being a rather good motivator at the moment for her personally as it were.
Mantis grimaced in pain at the shot. His adrenaline was already kicking in which made it much less painful then if he had been hit out of combat. He took cover behind their barrier. Then Mantis slung his weapon around his shoulder. He looked down and picked the grenade from his belt. Now is the time. I'm throwing a grenade. TAKE COVER! He sent the thought to the group. Then Mantis sent out the thought to their attackers that in order to dodge the grenade Mantis was throwing, they would have to take cover near a certain barricade. The idea was to get them clumped in one spot and do maximum damage. With that done, he pulled the pin on it. Taking it in his unhindered side's hand, Mantis threw it at the area he was manipulating the enemy to gather. It was risky, but they were running out of options.
Suddenly everything changed. No longer was it a fairly even fight, but Lethal Force was spreading chaos. Whipstitch had cut a goon's legs off, Excal had impaled and eviscerated several people, Sparce was landing shots with an almost mechanical precision, and Mantis had just shredded nearly half of the living with a single grenade.
And all the while you could hear the insane laughter coming from Whip as she started to advance.
And then everything froze. Everyone stopped, not that there were many living that could move to begin with, and the ghostly Limbo disappeared.
All of LF fell to the ground at the same moment, overtaken by visions of two incomprehensibly large creatures and strange flickers admist a rapidly changing view.
And it was over as soon as it started.
LF regained consciousness, the images already gone from their mind, as two figures rose from the bodies in a shimmer.
Jason nodded to CB's suggestion, glancing at the new member.
"Yeah, that's a solid idea. Two birds with one stone, that way. I can patrol on the downtime, get some exercise in, and continue being active on PHO. Heartless was the main guy for that but....I stayed active enough." Jason seemed excited as he moved to offer his hand to Alloy. "And, well, welcome. I'd ask that you give us some description of what you can do so we can remain an effective team?"
Lillian looked on in concern as Ev erupted, there really was no other words for that, and the senior heroes reacted. Alessa had showed up at some point, at least, and Lillian quietly slipped in next to her, warily watching the events transpire as her muscles felt like they were being strummed like guitar strings.
She covered the right side of her face with Alessa's shoulder and took a deep breath. She smelled the faint smokey scent of wood and fire mixed with lemons, an odd combination indeed, and her nerves calmed slightly. She knew this smell, she knew this touch. It was as much Alessa as her voice, and it helped her to center herself in the situation at current. With a little spring in her step Lillian followed the adults, casually intertwining her fingers with Alessa's, as she read through the file being projected. He wasn't much older than her and his past was difficult.
She found herself distracted as she started focusing on the smells. There was a tangy, almost pungent smell of paint and what she could only call wet. Almost rubbery... And that must've been Inkscape. The distinct smell of gunpowder almost overriding the strong punch of alcohol that swirled within it. Two smells that we're almost acrid, disgusting, and.... Coming from Morales? But he didn't - why would - that didn't make sense? She shook her head slightly, dismissing that confusion, when she settled on the harsh smell of cigarettes. Her nose crinkled at the poor attempt at covering it up with cologne. That would be the Director and she frowned at the realization. Smoking was bad! It's not like they had a healer of any kind out here to fix whatever cancer he got.
This was the heroes? Drinking and smoking? It left her feeling... Less. Like a part of her had been betrayed by her idols. She almost didn't want to smell Protean and Noble and whatever vice they were trying to hide. Wait, Protean was here? But he just smelled..... Like guy? She didn't know how to describe it, it was like he was almost without a scent, or that it was just so mild that she couldn't actually pick up on it. A product of his power?
She focused on the campfire and lemons smell again. At least Alessa smelled as pretty as she looked.
"He deserves better." Her words were simple in response to the Director and that foul mix of smells. She didn't say anymore, her eyes on the projection, as she waited for everyone else to say their piece.
Those were the only words running through her mind as she made her way through the crowd when suddenly her tedium was interrupted by a couple referencing a jokester.
Mhmm. She could torture them for information..... But that was against her orders, right? Lucky for them.
So instead, she followed them.
Fruitful choice it was, for she was quickly greeted by an embarrassing sight: the worst street magician she had ever seen. She almost felt pity for the kid. Almost.
As everyone else left, she sauntered closer, sending a quick group text to the others.
Blue: Potential contact with Target. 7th near the museum and sculpture garden. Investigating.
She continued forward, stopping just a few paces away from the....kid? He certainly seemed younger than her. A sly smile curved her lips as she clapped lightly.
"You show promise. Don't listen to the haters, haters gonna hate amirite?" she said smoothly. "Can I help you up or pick up some of those cards?"
Cici Appearance: Species: Horsea ♀ Type: Water Personality: Lax Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: N/A Level: 6 Moves: Bubble Smokescreen Ability: Sniper Boosts power of Critical Hits Held Item: N/A
Alice squealed as the smoke settled, running to Cici to wrap her in a hug. She reached up and brushed what mud she could from her eyes, murmuring praise and affection the entire time, while the others spoke. "You did amazing, Cici!"
She stood up, carrying the little Pokemon, as she stepped up to the trainers they'd fought against. She held out a hand to each, speaking quietly to them.
"Simon.... Thank you for making me get creative and to better analyze the situation. You could be amazing, but you really should treat your friends with more care and respect. It's not fair to them to be treated like points on a paper, and I'll personally hit you if we meet again and you're still treating them poorly." Her voice carried a slight hint of anger to it before she turned to Vivia.
"Vivia.... I'm sorry the types were against you. Please don't beat yourself up, you did amazing with everything that happened. I think a little time to get Scraggy to trust you and for both of your confidences to grow you'll make a scary good team." Her voice was soft, a slight smile on her lips.
"And Skylar... I think we make a great team. Great job out there!"
She stepped away, moving back towards the adults. "I'm coming for your, Jacques!" she exclaimed with a giggle. "Professor, do you have anything I can wash Cici with? I don't want her to have to sit around with this gunk in her eyes when she did such an amazing job out there. And can we let that poor Rhyperior out of the house? He was such a sweetheart."
Rain hissed in irritation as the fucker ate a healing herb, letting his warm blood spill over her fangs before she was picked up and unceremoniously slammed into a wall.
She could feel the damage. The pain. The force.
Warning! Your HP is low!
No shit, she thought in annoyance.
Then he yelled at her and her anger bubbled over. "NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT ASS FUCKING DIRTY ASS BASTARD!" she screamed before filling her maw with venom. She spit it at his eyes as soon as a Glob was ready. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING RETARDED HAIRY FUCKER!"
She struggled harder, knowing full well that she was likely damaging herself, as she used her claws and fangs to rip at the hand holding her, holding back absolutely nothing. Each bite was accompanied with venom as she hissed in pain.
"I'll take you down with me, you fucking twatmuffin." The threat was more of a growl, but clearly audible.
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