[ Baby Girl? Exactly who in the hell does this asshole think he is?!
(Oh. Right.)
Blue has probably the most scathing comeback waiting right on the tip of her tongue. As sharp and piercing as the blade in her hand, but laced with poison. If Kavinsky thought that little stunt he pulled on her friends had made her angry, the addition of those two words had pushed her over into downright furious.
But just before she can strike with her verbal attack, there's the sound of strangled cries of pain ringing in Blue's ears followed by a different voice -- unfamiliar to her, and just a little bit confusing. Hadn't the rest of Kavinsky's gang hit the pavement the second things got ugly?
She snaps her head back, looking over her shoulder through a messy curtain of choppy bangs, and there stands an entirely new challenger! Familiar in the vaguest of ways -- like someone she'd sat next to on the subway, or stood in front of at Starbucks -- and clearly Very Serious about his threat. The gang of girls float in the air in slowly increasing pain, even if they can't do much more than writhe in response to it. Blue's mind races, her thoughts going off in a thousand different directions as she tries to figure out her best course of action; there's no way she'll make it back to the other end of the alleyway before her friends are literally obliterated and she doubts she could take other Enhanced down in a fight anyway, all alien BDSM gear aside Kavinsky is otherwise useless to her except as a human bargaining chip, and even if her own power is dangerous she's yet to figure out how to make it sound like it.
What would she say? "Do that and I'll touch him"? It doesn't exactly strike fear into anyone's heart. ]
You've got to be kidding me. [ Neither does that, but.... ] You're not really defending this asshole, are you?
[ Maybe she should really stop with all the talking before her friends are crushed. Oh well. ]
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(Oh. Right.)
Blue has probably the most scathing comeback waiting right on the tip of her tongue. As sharp and piercing as the blade in her hand, but laced with poison. If Kavinsky thought that little stunt he pulled on her friends had made her angry, the addition of those two words had pushed her over into downright furious.
But just before she can strike with her verbal attack, there's the sound of strangled cries of pain ringing in Blue's ears followed by a different voice -- unfamiliar to her, and just a little bit confusing. Hadn't the rest of Kavinsky's gang hit the pavement the second things got ugly?
She snaps her head back, looking over her shoulder through a messy curtain of choppy bangs, and there stands an entirely new challenger! Familiar in the vaguest of ways -- like someone she'd sat next to on the subway, or stood in front of at Starbucks -- and clearly Very Serious about his threat. The gang of girls float in the air in slowly increasing pain, even if they can't do much more than writhe in response to it. Blue's mind races, her thoughts going off in a thousand different directions as she tries to figure out her best course of action; there's no way she'll make it back to the other end of the alleyway before her friends are literally obliterated and she doubts she could take other Enhanced down in a fight anyway, all alien BDSM gear aside Kavinsky is otherwise useless to her except as a human bargaining chip, and even if her own power is dangerous she's yet to figure out how to make it sound like it.
What would she say? "Do that and I'll touch him"? It doesn't exactly strike fear into anyone's heart. ]
You've got to be kidding me. [ Neither does that, but.... ] You're not really defending this asshole, are you?
[ Maybe she should really stop with all the talking before her friends are crushed. Oh well. ]