[ There's surely some kind of saying about small things being the most dangerous -- something that would make a direct correlation to dynamite, deadly spiders, poisonous puffer fish, or microscopic flesh-eating bacteria -- but on her own, Blue Sargent isn't exactly dangerous. Her power requires her to have physical contact with someone, which also puts her in danger of being obliterated by some alien tech, or catching a swift right hook to the face. Likely the reason why she tries not to venture too far from her gang of enhanced back up.
(Which today includes a lanky girl with the ability to create an infinite number of copies of herself, a telekinetic able to pull just about anything out of thin air, a jittery teenager with electricity surging between the tips of her fingers, a wild eyed girl with an unstable control of atoms and energy, a set of twins manipulating an ooze-y dark matter floating between them, and a girl with a supersonic scream wearing a facemask.)
Dangerous or not, they at least look intimidating -- after all, what's the point of being a gang if you don't? The group of boys ends up flat on their asses and the masked screamer cackles at a level that leaves the metal fire escapes rattling loudly. Blue's eyes cut to the previously targeted kid, giving a quick up-nod of her head. ] Get out of here.
[ And then it's back to Kavinsky. Short jokes. Real classy. ] What happened? You couldn't find a puppy to kick today? Or a baby to steal a pacifier from?
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(Which today includes a lanky girl with the ability to create an infinite number of copies of herself, a telekinetic able to pull just about anything out of thin air, a jittery teenager with electricity surging between the tips of her fingers, a wild eyed girl with an unstable control of atoms and energy, a set of twins manipulating an ooze-y dark matter floating between them, and a girl with a supersonic scream wearing a facemask.)
Dangerous or not, they at least look intimidating -- after all, what's the point of being a gang if you don't? The group of boys ends up flat on their asses and the masked screamer cackles at a level that leaves the metal fire escapes rattling loudly. Blue's eyes cut to the previously targeted kid, giving a quick up-nod of her head. ] Get out of here.
[ And then it's back to Kavinsky. Short jokes. Real classy. ] What happened? You couldn't find a puppy to kick today? Or a baby to steal a pacifier from?