The Republic of Atria wrote:---
Tomia wrote:---
Fortunately for Megan her new teammates were fairly cooperative despite having only just met each other thanks to Jan's poor organizational skills. This meant that shortly after she called out for help, some sort of ethereal shape approached her, apparently identical to the dragon woman Jan had called here, except that she was blue and translucent. It picked up her head, and soon enough she heard the dragon woman's voice as she approached, following behind her astral projection or whatever it was. The way she worded her question caused the girl to let out an amused snicker.
"Oh, you don't have to do much, but I appreciate the lift." Megan spoke as her body parts started rearranging themselves below the head until she was once more whole. She grinned and gave the dragon woman a thumbs up before pulling up her hood and turning her attention back to the demon horde. As she appraised the distance that remained between their group and the reactor. As she did so, she heard the athletic blonde woman from before shout that they needed to keep moving, and ask the bomb man to cover her.
"Oh! I can make you an opening for you to charge in if you need one. Juuust watch." The hooded girl assured before turning to the oncoming stampede. Willing her scythe to grow in size to its very limit, she hurled the oversized weapon ahead as if it weighed nothing to her, sending it spinning forward and cleaving through the army, leaving dozens of horizontally severed bodies in its wake.
"Now you go, boxer chick! I'll watch your back." Megan said confidently. Looking at where her scythe had landed, she extended her hand towards it with the palm facing forward and scrunched her brow in concentration. After a moment, the blue flames appeared around the scythe, and gradually consumed it until there was nothing left. The girl smiled and let her hand down. "Prince Omega!" She shouted, and the weapon once more manifested in her hand. She brandished it and glanced at Hannah, waiting for her to make the first move.
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While Casimir enjoyed his root beer, Icarus fished out another cold can from his plastic bag, this time a can of orange fanta. The blond boy paused and looked at his friend in worry as he nearly choked on the root beer, but Casimir seemed to bounce right back to his usual self, and he simply rolled his eyes at the shorter boy's remarks while opening his can and taking a long gulp.
"I think people would find you more charming if your throat never recovered actually." The young hero remarked casually, a smirk on his face. "Maybe if you could speak less you'd think your words through more carefully too. It's a win-win situation!"
Icarus chuckled, but decided against bothering his friend any further and instead followed him to the elevator while mulling over the options he offered. Before befriending Astrid he hadn't been one for videogames, but they had grown on him since, and now they reminded him of the simple days of his first two years at Thomsen High. Virtual Reality on the other hand was something that he had no experience with, and frankly he had no desire to try it out either. He decided to just ignore the remark about ants - that was classic Casimir and it would just get weirder if he asked about it.
"I could go for a round or two of Hero Rumble 6 if you have that. I'll warn you though, I've learned a lot from playing with the best."
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Astrid took another sip of her soda as the first of her motley crew of friends, Mika, arrived at their usual table, looking none too good as she shambled towards the table. Nodding in response to her greeting, the half-French girl simply chuckled at her friend's remarks and continued watching for the others to arrive. Hearing the compliment Mika offered her a moment later however, she smiled.
"Of course it does. I may be a lot of things Mika, but a shabby dresser is not one of them." She told the shorter girl, before shrugging. "I just felt like being myself today instead of trying to stay under the radar. The radar can go to hell."
Almost as soon as she'd made that last remark, another member of their little crew arrived. In contrast to herself and the other two black-haired teenagers that frequented the table, Ash was extremely naive and innocent, to the point that she tried not to curse near the moth girl even though she otherwise didn't care too much about sheltering her. She had to learn about bad stuff from someone, why not her friends?
Assuming that's what they were. Astrid still had her doubts, despite having readily welcomed the girl into her environment for the past three weeks. Even though she had no reason to dislike her, and she had gotten past the incident on the 4th of August by now, the fact that Ash was a Young Blood still weighed on her mind. But for the time being, she opted to ignore that feeling and simply waved back at her.
"Bonjour, Ash." She spoke, though the greeting was likely lost as the moth girl excitedly told them about her discovery of math championships. Astrid raised an eyebrow at her sudden fascination, but it was easy to simply brush it aside as another one of Ash's peculiarities. "Yeah, and they go to competitions and all that." She added before taking another sip of her soda. "Waste of time, if you ask me. If you know you're good at something, you don't have to go through a circus like that just so someone who's probably worse at it than you gives you a medal."
That train of conversation did not continue either, as shortly afterwards the fourth member of their chaotic quartet arrived... and promptly flopped on her seat, laying her head on Ash's shoulder. It was clear Ava hadn't had the best of mornings, looking even worse for wear than Mika did.
Are Ash and I the only ones who had a decent day today?
As soon as she heard the question Ava raised at the group, however, Astrid grinned. "Oh, I am doing great mon ami. Do you remember that asshole you saved me from the day we met? I forgot his name. Anyway, I shoved him up against a wall and told him I'd come for him first if he didn't leave me alone." The girl laughed. "You should have seen his face. He was completely pale, like he'd seen a ghost."
Tomia wrote:---
Alexis was very startled when Angelica suddenly shouted at her in anger, already starting to regret her words before fully understanding why she was in the wrong. She hardly had a moment to think though, to step back and analyze the situation and the words she had used, and of course it was too late now to try and defuse the situation - one look at Angelica, at how she was red in the face while shouting at her, was enough to make her understand that whatever she said at this point could only make her girlfriend angrier still.
But still, it hurt. Not just that her girlfriend was screaming at her in a rage. Not just that this was happening when they had happily expressed their affection for each other just a few moments ago. It hurt her that her inexperience with feelings and her lack of perception were thrown in her face like that, when both were thing she had expressed the day they became a couple.
And of course, it hurt when she was left alone there with one last hurtful remark.
As soon as the sight of Angelica's back changed to that of a closed sliding door, a vortex of emotions rose within Alexis. Anger at being accused, screamed at, reviled. Confusion at how she had caused things to deteriorate so quickly. Sadness at the realization that she had caused so much damage.
But one thing outlasted all others.
She didn't know what to do about this. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she should even try. How to fix it, or if she even could.
One thing remained, uncertainty, and the fear that it caused.
The girl remained sitting there in stunned silence for several moments, not realizing when her fists clenched tightly, nor when tears started streaming down her face. After a while, she mustered the strength of will to stand up and walked over to her computer terminal, sitting down and getting to work on some project or another. At least if she was working, her mind would be occupied and she wouldn't have to think about... any of this.