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Cross Effects 3.0-It was good while it lasted / Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? In Character Game Thread
« on: May 17, 2017, 02:14:10 AM »
Irene
These idiots thought she couldn't hear them talking, or they just didn't care. At least they weren't so dense they couldn't recognize the obvious flaws in this brilliant plan. To be perfectly frank, Irene wanted nothing more than to tear them a new one, but the situation was dire enough without her temper. She hadn't lived this long without learning caution, and caution dictated she didn't give the imbeciles what they wanted.
The store owner swallowed dry, looking up hesitantly at her. "T-they're on the way, but -"
He was interrupted by Irene picking him up like a sack of potatos and securing him with her unblemished arm, having discarded the now useless fire extinguisher outside. "Good. But we're leaving early."
The man didn't get the chance to yelp or call out for his business before she carried him and the cumbersome block of ice tied with stretched veins to the back and kicked in the door to the inside of the building. Cutting off before the back entrance to go up the stairs.
A moment later, they jumped off the roof. Irene folded her body, nailing her feet on the wall of the next building over, dug into cement like hiking picks, supporting her entire body weight and her cargo through her refined control of her muscles and center of gravity. She shushed her conscious passenger with a hiss before she began to vertically climb in earnest, planning on going over and escaping through the tall roofs.
"Call the police too."
"I hope someone's going to compensate me for this," he responded, nodding helplessly.
These idiots thought she couldn't hear them talking, or they just didn't care. At least they weren't so dense they couldn't recognize the obvious flaws in this brilliant plan. To be perfectly frank, Irene wanted nothing more than to tear them a new one, but the situation was dire enough without her temper. She hadn't lived this long without learning caution, and caution dictated she didn't give the imbeciles what they wanted.
The store owner swallowed dry, looking up hesitantly at her. "T-they're on the way, but -"
He was interrupted by Irene picking him up like a sack of potatos and securing him with her unblemished arm, having discarded the now useless fire extinguisher outside. "Good. But we're leaving early."
The man didn't get the chance to yelp or call out for his business before she carried him and the cumbersome block of ice tied with stretched veins to the back and kicked in the door to the inside of the building. Cutting off before the back entrance to go up the stairs.
A moment later, they jumped off the roof. Irene folded her body, nailing her feet on the wall of the next building over, dug into cement like hiking picks, supporting her entire body weight and her cargo through her refined control of her muscles and center of gravity. She shushed her conscious passenger with a hiss before she began to vertically climb in earnest, planning on going over and escaping through the tall roofs.
"Call the police too."
"I hope someone's going to compensate me for this," he responded, nodding helplessly.