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Rise of the Evos

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Claire Winters

Location: Her home, New York City, New York
Interacting With: Trevor the GeneticLab Annoyance.@Nallore

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"Mhm..." Claire made a sound as she let the weird man enter. All things be fair she enjoyed him turning away when he saw what she was wearing. It was amusing to tease people like that. She stepped aside with a smile, leaving him a clear entry and walked into the living room, waiting for him to join." Good because I wouldn't give you more than 10 minutes given it's how much you let me sleep before you woke me up. Get on with it, so we cal all go back to our routines." She stated with indifferent voice, trying to pick any thoughts from him she can get her hands on and also pulled her phone, setting a ten minute timer on it." There you've got ten minutes to finish setting your presentation or whatever OR 10 minutes to make me give you some extra time... Be careful though I also take away time in some cases." She was half making a joke game out of it as she pulled a sheet of paper and a pen to write down notes.

"Annnnnnd I can see where this is going." She stated, taking the business card." Genome studies is it... or should I say genetic manipulation, super soldier projects and world domination or something?" She asked with a huge grin and the most theatrical manner possible." Seriously I was wondering how much time it would take before someone 'interested' in this shows up. Okey that only explains what you will get out of meeting me, tell me now what you want and what I get out of it before I start taking minutes away from the remaining time." Claire most innocently smiled, her face having this innocently expecting look to it.

Around the living room it was normal enough though if you do not count one of the walls that was covered by a huge wall of bookshelves with rows upon rows of books. Some were more typical modern novel ones others were clearly older with classical stype hard covers. Genres and authors varied all over the place too.

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Amelia Payne

Location: Riley's car, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Riley@Nallore

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"I see, thank you." Amelia said quietly as Riley opened the car. Without wasting much of time, she put her luggage on the back seats. She was really careful not to put it on and near Riley's guitar though. She suspected the other woman loved her guitar a lot and she understood such things. Thus once her luggage was neatly secured and not hindering anything or anyone, she entered the car and took the passenger seat, putting on the safety belt and everything like a good little passenger. Didn't want them to be pulled off by teh cops because she screwed up and forgot to put on the belt.

"Ahh no, no need... I had a hotdog earlier before we met for the first time at that store." She explained quickly." So I'm not really hungry... But if you want, we can go! It's no problem at all!" She added with a nervous laughter. She didn't want to stop her friend from having a grub if she needed after all." Which reminds me I met a dog earlier, I usually do not like dogs, but that one I got okey with... I wonder what the poor thing will be doing." She mumbled, recalling the dog, but then shook her head vigorously." What am I even thinking about. It was just a dog... you probably aren't happy to hear me talk about nonsense... ehh hahaha..." She lauhed nervously yet again.

"I can't believe this is happening though." She eventually mumbled." I mean superpowers! Then meeting other people through what appears to be out of body experiences! It sounds like the plot for a superhero tv show or something. Okey, I shut up now." Amelia smiled, suddenly getting a glint of inspiration, but decided it was probably bad idea to draw in the car and distract Riley so she just tried to preserve the inspiration by making a mental image of a superhero suit.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Alleyway of Wonder
Skills: None

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Having arrived at the Alley, Mosi quickly discovered the fact that Rosheen was not at the foodstand. She made a gesture of greeting to the man there whom she recalled from yesterday and walked around and towards the side where the entrance to Rosheen place was. She remembered they had agreed today to meet so might as well check there. With a agile pace she more or less almost running as she finally located the door from yesterday. She knocked on the door a few times and waited.” Rosheen?” She called again, but to no avail as no response was being had that moment. For all she knew it was empty.

Mosi was being a little confused while standing there in front of the door. This had not happened to her quite before. Of all things to happen to be stood up... “ Well.... hmmm... what now?” She mumbled to herself and turned on her heels to leave and head to the food place around.” Have you seen Rosheen?” She tried to explain, making the intonation fall under the name, but to her mystery it appeared that the redhead woman was nowhere to be seen around here right now. 3 days off...

“Ohhh bugger...” She mumbled and sat down on one of the stools. Might as well right? She gestured the the man whom Rosheen worked with.” Bring me something to eat and drink if you can.” She said in friendly voice while also gesturing around, her mind wandering off as she was trying to think off what to do now that she suddenly had a huge hole in her schedule. She sighed and shook her head.” This is not how I planned this day, but better think of how to make the best of it. After meal I will go shopping for a sheath. Yeah... a sturdy leather one.” Mosi mumbled to herself, waiting for food to be brought.

Mass Effect: Insurrection

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Clara Fortia

Location: Citadel Presidium, Remembrance of Fallen Heroes

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Clara sighed as she walked around the Presidium's section dedicated to the reaper war. Remembrance of Fallen Heoes was it. She looked about. There were quite a few people around and if you knew where to look, you'd see a decent number of security assets scattered about too. Be it the obvious Geth or the less obvious civilian clothing cops more likely than not. She wouldn't be surprised to spot a few specters around probably too, but she wasn't busy looking for them and frankly she had been outo f hte loop for about a year now since her retirement. She wouldn't know the newest faces in the line of work unless they got public attention over the news networks or something. All in all she was actually surprised she even got an invitation to this event. She was not what you'd call an official Alliance soldier after her switch to black ops. For all intensive purposes she shouldn't have a single combat record to her name that the military can admit to know of. Guess someone pushed papers and invited her non the less for a work well done or something.

She passed by to get a drink only to notice a N7 operative of all things. He seemed to be having a good time. It was nice to see the olde alliance aces still making a show of appearance here and there. She gave in to memories for a moment, recalling how she wondered if she should decline the black ops proposition and hope to get an N7 one eventually and how she decided against that and took the job. It wasn't easy to get into the N7 program even for someone who seemed ot do great like her. Snapping back from her thoughts she grabbed a glass of wine nad moved away to a nearby wall where she leaned back and took a sip from her drink, observing the people gathered, studying them the way only someone who was used to military undercover ops would be used to. Asari, Turian, Geth and so on. All these species once struggling at each others throats officially and unofficially. Silly to think they went punch to punch with hte Turians only to later work so closely together against the Reapers huh. How the world works.

Suddenly she felt a shiver in her right arm... well she didn't have her right arm anymore so she looked down at her cybernetic replacement. She was dressed in a long sleeved shirt so only by looking at her hands you could see the fact they were artificial.' A phantom feeling eh?' She thought, recalling the many times she used to get those especially after a freshly replaced limb. She wondered if she should have gone with the replacelent limbs being grown or cloned for use, but those took more time than a cybernetic replacement and she didn't have the time to spare back on duty. It wasn't so bad though once you get used to the lack of feelings in your limbs and the tiny machine sounds you can sometimes catch glimpse of at the dead of night when there's no other noise to cover it. Then there was the ocasional phantom pain ohh well. Luckily her replacement limbs were mostly hidden under the long shirt and the long skirt though glimpses of them could still be seen." This wine's actually quite good... better grab me another glass." She mumbled to herself and went for a replacement drink.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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“So it seems for the time being. I'm surprised too. Usually Tretiy Glaz can be so quiet for so long time for me.” Constantin nodded in agreement with Vlad. The fact that the ability seems to be speaking to him so much today had not gone unnoticed to him either. It was just weird... maybe the frequency of visions was boosted by some circumstance? Could be or it could be pure luck. He wouldn't count on some overarching reason, but who knew.

“Ohhh...” He replied, his eyes trailing at the direction Vlad was looking. Constantin gave a quiet sigh, but then reassuringly nodded.” I will talk with him. A person vho knovs these things vill be a good thing to have. As the Great Bazhooli vishes it to.” He stated and headed off to where he had left Thalken just earlier. He shouldn't be too far away given the situation and the little time that had passed.

The Talink boy seemed to be marching away from him so he ran after him.” VAIT, TALING BOY!” He called with clearly displeased voice, rushing after the man.” I got to ask you about a green flag vith a stag. Have you seen such a thing?” He called after Thalken. While he wasn't happy to talk with him, he also had to do it because Bazhooli wanted it. Circus above himself... Though the idea of pistol whipping Thalken was still crossing his mind. A few moments on the embers and he'd spill his beans if the need arose.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Kosara Koleva

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Location: Library

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"Say what?!" Kosara asked as her dash halted as suddenly as a lightningbolt from a clear sky. She looked at Abe in disbelief, half about to ask him if he was just messing with her for fun and giggles, but then saw his expression as he was waiting for her to get into the car so they can go whereever Jenna was. She looked around for a moment before jumping into the car and putting the seatbelt on." Just to check do we have any deviltrap bullets with us?" She asked slightly concerned.

"Smart girl, I knew she was trying to dig up supernatural lore and learning things. Hell she was talking shop with me 'hypotetically'. She was up to something, but didn't expect this so soon." Kosara smiled and shook her head." Jenna's a smart girl indeed. Well better hope that trap they pulled holds the demon until we reach them because things will be dire... we'd be lucky if we find anything intact on her body if the trapped demon gets their hands on her. Guess we will have a chance to see first hand what exorcism incantations cause to a demon. I hear it hurts them real good. Also I'm sure there's some holy water back in the trunk. This will hurt the bastard."

After the disappearance of Riley, Kosara now only hoped that they get to Jenna in time. If that trap fails it was almost certainly an end to the ones who trapped it. Stupid girl, she had to tell them what she was planning. Both of them with Abe would have helped her with it.

Mass Effect: Insurrection

Clara Fortia

Clara Fortia

Age:31
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Class: Soldier
Weapons:

-M-76 Revenant MK2
-M-6 Carnifex
-Chakram Launcher

Equipment:

-Omni-tool
-Medi-gel
-First-aid kit
-Cybernetic limbs
-Guardian Combat Shield
-Armax Arsenal - Predator H Armor
-Ammo powers: Armor piercing, distruptor, cryo, explosive

Abilities/Powers:

-Adrenaline rush
-Fortified defensive barrier generator
-Concussive Shot
-Turbocharge

History: Clare doesn't know her parents. She was raised in an orphanage. Her parents gave up on her right after she was born. She doesn't judge them anymore. She doesn't know what their situation was after all. Maybe they couldn't afford to raise her, maybe it was for herself to live a better life than what they can give her. She has no idea because despite being 31 she never one even got a hint of their origin. As a child she tried to search for them, but eventually stopped because she didn't want to poke at the sleeping dogs. Maybe it was for the better to not find them, how can she ask them why they give her up and how will they be able to look at her? Thus she grew up in the institution. She was a bright smart kid, but beyond all, she was energetic. Since young age she excelled at physical activities.

As she grew up and went to school, eventually she was given a few different choices for her future. There was the possibility to continue studying and go after some desk career or she can go to hte military academy and join the Alliance. She chose the Alliance it gave the better future for a nobody like her and frankly it beat the hell out of sitting doing a menial desk job for god knows how long only to be slowly raised at better position if at all. Besides she didn't like studying as much. Thus she joined the Military Academy and god damn well excelled at it. She had the makings of a soldier and her teachers noticed it quite early on. She soaked all training and knowledge they gave her like a spundge. Finally she gratuated and did a single year in the Alliance before she was given another proposition. She was an excellent recruit that was true, but they had better place for her. She was then given the choice and with agreement from her was assigned to a Black Ops unit that officially didn't exist in the Alliance. They were not the N7 or the regular Alliance military. They were sent to places where no official action could be taken, places where things had to be swept under hte rug with complete deniability. If they screwed the mission they were going to be given up on by the Alliance. After all their unit didn't exist.

Being in the black ops isn't really a glorious way of life. She had changed more than a few colleagues who got killed on job. She had terminated a few herself for going rogue. All the things she lived through could be seen on her body. She lost all four of her limbs in a manner or another. From an IED that took her left arm, to a pair sliding fans that took her legs when they activated while she was at a ventshaft and even her right hand which was taken after it was torn from her body by a krogan. She's only alive due to her sheer luck. It's her nickname actually the Devil's mistress. Because she probably hooked with the devil to get his luck. Finally at the age of 31 she finally retired from service after more than decade in service to the unofficial Alliance. She was discharged with honors, given a medal for being injured in the line of duty multiple times and all that jazz.

Now she lived a calm life, got herself a small place on the Citadel weirdly enough. It's nothing special, but it's home.

Personality: Clara is generally a friendly person though she can be really mean and vindictive when it comes to it, often harboring grudges for months if not years at a time depending on how much it takes her to put a sneaky revenge plot at works. Since she was a little child, she's been fascinated with the stories for battle and travels, of adventures and peril. It's just been what attracted her. Even before joining the military academy, she often read historical books on all the biggest wars out there from before the reapers and then about the Reaper war itself.

She loves to travel and her job in the black ops had proven good opportunity for it. She's not been out of Alliance space much though... well at least not outside of work. She's been out more than a few times, but usually on a tight schedule and sighseeing isn't exactly priority during a mission. Still she's been hoping to visit Asari space. Stories about it sounded real pleasing and she hops to meet one of those elusive justicars, mostly to study about them, finding their way of life really inspiring to the point she wished she could be doing the same. Sadly in Alliance space if she acted like a justicar it was a surefire way to get court martialed and possibly jailed for life. Though even that possible future doesn't make her interest dwindle and her curiosity lessen. She wants to learn about them... about their codex.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Sharpsburg , Main st.(F11)
Skills: N/A

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The TV watching was going quite well as far as Amelia was concerned. She got to watch a show about some factory for cars. She didn't pay too much attention as she had switched to reading a book halfway through. It wasn't all that surprising for her to switch from TV to book often. She preferred books and the show wasn't really grabbing her attention too well. She got bored after all the praise for cars made in that factory started and they began talking engine stuff. She wasn't a car lover so yeah. She was a book lover!

About an hour after that, the phone in the house began ringing. Amelia looked up from her book in confused manner before moving over to it and answering.” Hello?” She made a questioning greeting in confusion, wondering who it was. No friends of her parents would call this early in the morning and there was little chance her parents will call her from their work places given nothing big probably had happened to warrant it.

“Hey, Amelia.” A young male voice resounded on the phone, surprising Amelia.” Glad that you're up early, I didn't wake you up, right?” The boy asked.

“Nnn... woked up early for some reason. Why are you calling Jason? Especially so early?” She asked her highschool friend. He was part of the small circle of friends she had, everybody was calling him a nerd and a weirdo, but he was pretty cool guy.

“Well, I've been putting the group for a D&D session today. Planning to chill and play fron noon to the evening, wana join?” He asked, clearly excited about it.

“Sure, I will join.” She replied with a quiet smile and then they proceeded to discuss where they were going to gather. Since Jason was the DM they gathered at his place and he was living nearby so that was good.” See you later.” She called as she put down the phone with a smile. She liked their gatherings. They were all good people who gathered and no one judged her if she was more quiet than others.

Mass Effect: Insurrection

@Andromedai Here's my application give it a good look through ^_^

My Hider

Clara Fortia

Age:31
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Class: Soldier
Weapons:

-M-76 Revenant MK2
-M-6 Carnifex
-Chakram Launcher

Equipment:

-Omni-tool
-Medi-gel
-First-aid kit
-Cybernetic limbs
-Guardian Combat Shield
-Armax Arsenal - Predator H Armor
-Ammo powers: Armor piercing, distruptor, cryo, explosive

Abilities/Powers:

-Adrenaline rush
-Fortified defensive barrier generator
-Concussive Shot
-Turbocharge

History: Clare doesn't know her parents. She was raised in an orphanage. Her parents gave up on her right after she was born. She doesn't judge them anymore. She doesn't know what their situation was after all. Maybe they couldn't afford to raise her, maybe it was for herself to live a better life than what they can give her. She has no idea because despite being 31 she never one even got a hint of their origin. As a child she tried to search for them, but eventually stopped because she didn't want to poke at the sleeping dogs. Maybe it was for the better to not find them, how can she ask them why they give her up and how will they be able to look at her? Thus she grew up in the institution. She was a bright smart kid, but beyond all, she was energetic. Since young age she excelled at physical activities.

As she grew up and went to school, eventually she was given a few different choices for her future. There was the possibility to continue studying and go after some desk career or she can go to hte military academy and join the Alliance. She chose the Alliance it gave the better future for a nobody like her and frankly it beat the hell out of sitting doing a menial desk job for god knows how long only to be slowly raised at better position if at all. Besides she didn't like studying as much. Thus she joined the Military Academy and god damn well excelled at it. She had the makings of a soldier and her teachers noticed it quite early on. She soaked all training and knowledge they gave her like a spundge. Finally she gratuated and did a single year in the Alliance before she was given another proposition. She was an excellent recruit that was true, but they had better place for her. She was then given the choice and with agreement from her was assigned to a Black Ops unit that officially didn't exist in the Alliance. They were not the N7 or the regular Alliance military. They were sent to places where no official action could be taken, places where things had to be swept under hte rug with complete deniability. If they screwed the mission they were going to be given up on by the Alliance. After all their unit didn't exist.

Being in the black ops isn't really a glorious way of life. She had changed more than a few colleagues who got killed on job. She had terminated a few herself for going rogue. All the things she lived through could be seen on her body. She lost all four of her limbs in a manner or another. From an IED that took her left arm, to a pair sliding fans that took her legs when they activated while she was at a ventshaft and even her right hand which was taken after it was torn from her body by a krogan. She's only alive due to her sheer luck. It's her nickname actually the Devil's mistress. Because she probably hooked with the devil to get his luck. Finally at the age of 31 she finally retired from service after more than decade in service to the unofficial Alliance. She was discharged with honors, given a medal for being injured in the line of duty multiple times and all that jazz.

Now she lived a calm life, got herself a small place on the Citadel weirdly enough. It's nothing special, but it's home.

Personality: Clara is generally a friendly person though she can be really mean and vindictive when it comes to it, often harboring grudges for months if not years at a time depending on how much it takes her to put a sneaky revenge plot at works. Since she was a little child, she's been fascinated with the stories for battle and travels, of adventures and peril. It's just been what attracted her. Even before joining the military academy, she often read historical books on all the biggest wars out there from before the reapers and then about the Reaper war itself.

She loves to travel and her job in the black ops had proven good opportunity for it. She's not been out of Alliance space much though... well at least not outside of work. She's been out more than a few times, but usually on a tight schedule and sighseeing isn't exactly priority during a mission. Still she's been hoping to visit Asari space. Stories about it sounded real pleasing and she hops to meet one of those elusive justicars, mostly to study about them, finding their way of life really inspiring to the point she wished she could be doing the same. Sadly in Alliance space if she acted like a justicar it was a surefire way to get court martialed and possibly jailed for life. Though even that possible future doesn't make her interest dwindle and her curiosity lessen. She wants to learn about them... about their codex.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Valencia Johnson

Location: The Framework
Skills: N/A

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“Sure thing, boss.” Val quickly said to Cassandra Reed who took charge of the operation and explained a thing or two. Frankly this was what she meant, they needed a chain of command for this test. It was after all a mission simulation and during a mission you always or at least most of the time had a superior agent who was calling the shots. For that Johnson wasn't really against it. She knew how an op was supposed to work and despite her gun ho adrenaline seeker personality, she was methodical when it came to work. Work was important, work put money on the table and with said money you could do more things in the long term. She needed a climbing rig.

“Roger~” She whistled and hopped on team Reed. It was an order after all and she was also the superior agent who had already went through the mission. Sticking with the ones who knew what was going on was usually a good plan. She made a quick mental note to remember what they were told about the guards. So Magneto was using humans... this was weird. Why humans?” No, no other questions aside do we have lethal force use authorisation for enemy mutant targets?” This was the main question she needed to know. Easiest way to neutralise someone for good was killing them after all. Killing someone was way easier usually than fighting him until submission.

Aside that she quickly repeated the names that Cassandra had spoken and the faces assossiated with them. She had to know whom was in a team with her after all. Mission details aside, Val thought about the simulation itself. It was weird to make them do it straight out without training to train their powers to a sufficient levels. It was like asking the powers to trigger during the mission without control. Maybe it was the point, to see if they can adapt fast enough? She was liking it already and her face showed it. She looked at hte first floor, her smile as wide as possible.

Rise of the Evos

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Claire Winters

Location: Her home, New York City, New York
Interacting With: Olivia@Nallore

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Claire was not happy with the fact she was being woken up rudely like that, but as she was counting down the man started speaking about the abnormalities and seeing people who weren't there, using powers and the like.” 8...” She she had just counted to eight when he did so and she stopped counting on purpose.”...” She kept quiet for a moment before letting a real loud sigh.

“I see... I figured someone will show up sooner or later.” She said and smiled secretly to herself while hidden behind the door.” It seems we might have a reason to talk and there MIGHT be a good reason for you to so rudely wake me after I had barely gotten a 10 minutes nap after a NIGHTSHIFT.” She said, placing the intonation to her words to underline the important parts.

“Fine, I'm letting you in to talk. But keep in mind, I'm a police officer and I can jail your ass if you do something stupid and ohh... I'm armed.” She added before unlocking the door and opening the door, presenting herself in all her black silk cultist robe dressed glory. She stood there like it was completely natural to be dressed like that, after all it was her pajamas!” So want to enter or not? I don't bite... much.”

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Amelia Payne

Location: Her home, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Landlord

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“Yeah... if I can be called one.” Amelia admitted quietly, throwing a look at her drawing supplies she had grabbed and the ones that were left.” I'm mostly a hobbyist, but people have told me I'm decent. I do mostly fanbased stuff for internet.” The girl quickly explained as they were leaving. Frankly between medicine and art she preferred art by a huge margin. She had even thought about trying to make some money by doing comissions or something art based while she was still not in college. As she was about to mention it to Riley, the man next door showed up and spoke. Was he waiting at the door for her to show up, dammit?!

“!!!” Amelia nearly jumped and moved away as he was getting close. She grimaced from the stench of alcohol. In but a moment she went from happy to terrified. She was sure she was barely a few moments from frying him with electricity. As he neutralised himself by faceplanting in Riley's shield, Amelia's power came to live, electricity surging down her hands and then zapping at the wall by his door. She was startled by it as it caused sparks and a small burnt hole, but otherwise nothing serious. She was afraid if that had hit the man chances are good he might gotten seriously injured! As Riley pulled her away towards her car, Amelia looked in shock.

“Thank you, Riley.” She said again.” If you weren't there, I might have seriously injured him...” She said, but didn't feel as bad about actually almost hurting the man. Hurting him was a good thing given how much he made her life hell, but the chance of possibly cuasing his death with her power was something else. She didn't want a death on her shoulders as well. She then saw the car they were heading to.” Ohh...!” She made a surprised expression, almost forgetting about the man for a moment.” Nice car, I like the colors!” She smiled, looking at the vehicle and then at Riley." You have good taste."