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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jan 23 2011, 10:59 PM Post #91 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Travis facepalmed as Z'gato went trotting out the door. "Fool..." he grumbled, the results from the scan upon the creature coming up as the conversation in the room carried on. ["Subject humanoid has no match in life form codex. Low body temperatures suggest cold-blooded circulation. Decentralized neural currents detected generating what appears to be high intensity EM field preventing thorough internal scan. Subject appears to have thick carapace and frame similiar to a human."] And then the creature said something that caught his attention... "Trisha?" He paused if only for just a second. Travis had received the terrible news not long after it had happened, and it only affirmed at how much more of a lone wolf he now was... Trisha was his only family left, and with her gone, he was now alone. His mother had just recently passed away; the woman's heart had finally quit on her from years of alcohol abuse, the hunter only then finding it in his heart to forgive the woman who had made his adolescence hell. One thing was for sure; Trisha, his half-sister, his only sibling... was gone. And he doubted even she could defy death... if you could call her fate that. "It's alright..." Travis said, offering a hand. "What's your name? Sorry if I seemed paranoid to you, merely curious why you aren't a pile of dust." At that moment, the familiar whirring of an antigravity field being disturbed touched down on the roof. "My ship has arrived." Travis nodded his head up. "C'mon, let's get you patched up before we move out, Jenosa." He walked over after offering to shake Omega's hand and now offered it once again, this time to help the wounded hunter to her feet. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 24 2011, 01:38 AM Post #92 |
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Alissa blinked at Z’Gato’s response to her suggestion that the bomb was most likely a message. Which the more she considered it the more it seemed like one. Secondly she felt almost as though she should feel offended by the way he addressed her, in her mind they were equals, which meant they should speak to each other as such. However she found little point in making an issue of it, and even less of a point when the warrior abruptly left them standing in the room. Alissa turned her head towards Jenosa quietly a moment as the hunter approached her “can I ask you to promise me that neither Omega nor Z'Gato do anything too...rash and get casualties involved? You’re the quickest here, and you already know where me and Travis need to go first.” Alissa glanced down to the hand quietly a moment before taking it. “I’ll see what I can do, Z’Gato clearly doesn’t respect me which suggests he will not listen if I make a suggestion” doing damage control was not normally something Alissa did but she knew the value of it, mostly given the high number of civilians in the area. “ he may not like what I have to do to get his attention” Alissa smirked a bit at that, she was not talking about lethal force of course, but enough to get the warriors attention, which may be quite a bit. “ I need to get my gear from my ship” glancing towards Travis a moment “some of us have to get our armor on the old fashion way” Alissa turned her attention back to Jenosa “ I’ll head towards the hotel by way of the space port, I should get there before there are any serious problems.” Alissa paused a moment looking between the remaining members of the group in the room “I’ll see you at the hotel” With that Alissa departed the room heading towards where her ship was docked, for her it was a fairly easy jog through the streets, following her mental map towards the spaceport. As she moved she slipped a small earpiece over her right ear, it made contact with nano wires behind her ear which allowed for an uplink to her ship among other things, the orders were transmitted, to have her armor and a load out of weapons ready by the time she arrived, automated systems would take care of the rest. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 28 2011, 11:38 PM Post #93 |
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(OOC: I'll post for the part in G79 when I get a chance; I've already spent a lot of time on this section ~.<) Jenosa turned around to give Travis a subtle smile as Alissa departed. "She grinned," she commented humorously, chuckling. "During all this time, her face was completely almost completely neutral and professional; but maybe she isn't a complete drone." What Jenosa didn't mention was that it made Jenosa particularly curious of Alissa's actual past. Given her unusual cybernetic she could feel blended within the woman's own physiology, the explanation of the family name and the name itself, she had a hunch. But it was just a hunch, and she wasn't about to jump to conclusion. How funny that she looked more forward to getting to know Alissa more. Just as Travis mentioned getting her on board, however, Jenosa interjected, "Ummm, I think we're forgetting our star witness Travis. You might consider going to pick up Rex first before we leave him in the dust." She motioned she would take care of herself and get on the ship. Although the pain on her hip was stung her quite a bit, it wasn't unbearable, and she could handle it as she moved. But she only managed to make a few steps before she her a familiar, female voice shout, "Jenosa!" She looked over to see the short haired brunette doctor, Alana, and she looked rather exhausted; but oddly, not as harrowed as Jenosa expected, all considering the sudden departure. Then again, Jenosa hadn't been all too concerned for the doctor despite her traversing the allies of the city alone; despite knowing her previous experience on this planet, she seemed more hardened to violence than one would expect. In fact, one might think that Alana would have cojmpletely collapsed under the mental weight of having recently killed someone, but that wasn't the case at all. She seemed like such a timid woman at first glance, but she has a surprising amount of courage in her. Alana came running over to her, her recent data catch wrapped in her hands. "What the heck happened?" Alana exclaimed. "A bomb," Jenosa stated nonchalantly. Alana eyes widened, and Jenosa added, "And an unexpected job we're taking up. Care to come along for the ride? And before you ask, I'm feeling." It partially a lie though, since Jenosa also felt the deep pulsing sensation going on inside of her, but she wasn't in the mood for intricate medical examinations and details right now. She heard Travis state who Alana was, and Jenosa simply explained, "Oh, she's a friend I made after waking up on my death bed." Alana seemed welcoming enough to Travis, the two having a hand shake before they escorted Rex into the ship's brig. As they did, Jenosa explained to the doctor what was happening, and forewarned her things might get nasty; oddly enough, Alana seemed enthusiastic in staying along for the ride. Surprised at this, Jenosa asked, "You recently killed someone in self-defense, weren't happy with it, and now you're telling me your all gung who to come along with us." Alana nodded, "I've realized that, despite me not enjoying the more violent aspects that I've faced, I would prefer it over a more calm life. Actually, to be frank, I do find all of this oddly excited about all of this." "Perhaps that has something to with some scientific opportunities you have before you," Jenosa in a both mildly suspicious and teasing manner. Alana gave Jenosa an annoyed glance, "Yes, that might be one, but," she noted in a more happier tone, "I think there's more to it than that. I can't put my finger on what, but there's something about working like this, as both a doctor and a scientist, that I seemed to find fitting for myself." She made a shrug, "Who knows..." Jenosa respected and understood that kind of answer; it was something she herself had experienced; not fully knowing where in life you wanted to be. Sometimes one's sense of being was eschewed until you've experienced something first hand, or in Alana's case, had a chance to experience it over time. Right now, Jenosa knew where she wanted to be; but the question that formed the pit in her stomach was if she could be who she wanted to be. Even as she entered the medical ward, this nagged her not in reaction to the pulsing beat emanating all over her body's frame, but to rather how she reacted to these very sensations. Deep inside of her, she reveled more and more in this aspect of 'change,' and as rapidity of the pulses grew, so did the urge to just...wrap her hands around a device and let her own essence flow within it. She fought against the feeling, but it made her feel sick inside to do so, and it seemed apparent on her face as she got on the gurney, for Alana asked, "Are you ok?" "Just the pain the from the burn," she replied, which was the truth, but the pain was less on her mind. It was agreed that Alana would help patch Jenosa up, as she had more medical expertise and simply insisted in doing it. Nonetheless, as the ship lifted off, Travis stood within the medical room to watch, which didn't bother Alana. He certainly seemed to care for the red head, although she hoped it would go up to a point that would make him obsessive; she'd hate to see that happen. And although a medi-laser seemed like a simple and easy enough tool to use, a trained doctor knew that proper frequency, had a keen eye for minute wounds and the proper sweeping motion. The doctor knew full well this wasn't going to be instantaneous given the severity of the burn, but a careful hand could do this in a couple of minutes. She set the beam to thick, and began applying it to Jenosa's abdomen first - and less than a second in turn it on, Jenosa's hand had reflexively grabbed the hand-held device. Alana blink and asked, "Ummm, is there something wrong?" She didn't respond, and instead, said, "Let me do it." The doctor blinked again, bemused, "N...are you sure?" The the flaring of her green irises as she nodded was enough told her the red head seemed to, somehow, know what she was doing; and this got her curiosity piqued. Letting Jenosa take the medi laser, she subtly slipped out her hand held scanner and set it to record. As she watched, Jenosa closed her eyes while cradling the device in her hand, pointing it toward her burn. She took a deep breath before pressing the devices activation button, but instead of an immediate red laser, there was high pitched hum like from that of a microphone. Then, in less than a second, a bright blue, solid beam issue forth, striking the burn in a single pulse rather than a constant stream. Yet, like it were water instead of photons, the light 'splashed' all over the red, contorted skin; the wound brimmed blue for a moment before the light faded, as it did, so did Jenosa's entire burn. Oddly enough, the red head herself seemed bemused at this, and in if in assurance, she felt the skin along her side; completely smooth like it had been before. Yet she didn't hold back and did the same for her arm, the blue light completely encompassing it before healing it completely in but a few seconds. Setting down the device, Jenosa breathed with new founded vigor that was apparent in her demeanor. Ignoring the awestruck Alana, she asked Travis with enthusiasm, "So, mind if I borrow some clothes from your wardrobe?" |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jan 29 2011, 02:50 AM Post #94 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Instantaneous healing? With a mender? Travis had expert usage with one (it was probably the only way he maintained his excellent health), and though only a trained doctor could do better, the fact that Jenosa accomplished in seconds what would take a professional minutes left him enthralled. She literally asked for it, and suddenly healed in seconds. Although the next question brought Travis out of thought and back into reality. "So, mind if I borrow some clothes from your wardrobe?" Jenosa asked with sudden enthusiasm, as if whatever Travis held in his wardrobe was of any fascination whatsoever. "I suppose that you could.." Travis nodded. It made sense after all, most women that he knew didn't particularly care to go about half-naked. Not that he was going to complain; Jenosa was quite the looker, even though partially singed. Still, he would remain respectful; he would rather be a gentleman then a lecher. "I don't think you'll have trouble find anything to allow you to remain decent, but you might want to stick with the shoes you have on; my feet aren't exactly small. Heh." Travis removed the helmet of his suit and set it upon the counter, inspecting it... there didn't appear to be any scoring or damage done at all. "You're both welcome to my weapons by the way," Travis said. At the same time, the sounds of something within the cockpit gyrating could be heard. Inspecting it would revealed a couple of the empty walls had folded back to reveal weapon racks, and a third rack folding back to reveal Jenosa's suit. "Just don't abuse them and make every shot count; ammo adds up." Inwardly, Travis wasn't liking where this was going; he felt like a firefly in a jar being watched by curious kids, except these kids were actually criminals armed with Chozo tech... He didn't particularly care for being watched without knowing of his watcher if they were malicious. "I'm wondering if we've stumbled into a hornet's nest... not that I'm backing out. " He mused. "You were right to separate Z'gato from us; he is wise, but he's also stubborn and brash. I just hope Alissa can deal with his... disposition." He put a hand to his chin. "After you um... took a nap, he did more then enough to prove it. Although he's not as foolish as one would think... he actually tried to save you. Don't mention I said this though." "And honestly, if this gets too out of control, I might have to seek information from a friend abroad the galaxy..." Travis saying 'friend' as if he knew what he actually was after. "For now, let's start planning. Constantine, can you bring up a map of the city? And say hello to our guests, no need to sit in the shadows and hide." If Constantine had an actual face to see at the moment, he would have grumbled in irritation. "You just -had- to reveal my existance." Suddenly a small image of an elderly man with a long, thick white beard and brown robes flashed into existence floating in the air and bowing at Jenosa and Alana. "Ladies, the name is Constantine. A pleasure." |
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| +transcon+ | Jan 29 2011, 03:26 PM Post #95 |
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"My name is Omega-Alpha Arrr," he paused haltingly after stating his first name. He was trying hard at stopping himself from stumbling over his mother's surname. "Pleased to meet you, again." Though he wanted to talk more with the hunters, Z'Gato was already exiting the scene. "When we gather again, we need everyone to share." He turned and lashed his tail as if to emphasize this point. "Make it soon." Soon after he said his piece, he was hot on the Warrior's heels. In the cityscape, he could already feel the eyes upon him. Without his cloak, he stood out even more than before. The glowing nucleus behind his clear abdominal scale plates pulsed slowly. Just the size and colors were enough to attract attention from the denizens, but the dim pulsing light source was an oddity for even an alien species. The Chozo Warrior in his power armor didn't help matters much, either. "I don't like doing this without them," he said warily in a low tones. "Monster do good things, live longer. I think I'll need everyone's help to make sure our technology is in the right hands, not wrong hands - without wrecking this world." The uneasiness settling in, Omega-Alpha halted in his tracks for a moment, zipped his head to and fro quickly, then made tracks for an alleyway. "We're going to get bugged by police, Creator," Omega-Alpha warned as he turned. "You in your armor. Me looking like me. The explosion that just happened. Besides, if the bad guys have ice beams and power bombs, who knows what else they have." "We need to wait and talk to others in here. We need a plan." His mother taught him that when on a mission, its always a good idea to have a plan in mind. What she meant by that exactly, he wasn't sure. She was always the one to run missions solo while 'winging it'. For now, there was no real clear way to advance from here. In essence, he was a little lost. If it was as simple as going to the address and wiping everyone there out, he could have done so alone. But, from what he gathered, that wouldn't solve the technology problem. He was just a hunter seeking prey, and he acknowledged the fact that he would need help in learning how to get his prey in the best possible way. There were many more things for him to learn before he could be reliable on his own as a Protector of the Galaxy! |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 29 2011, 09:17 PM Post #96 |
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Starfeather
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Z'Gato made an irritated sigh before looking over at Omega-Alpha. Behind his helmet, the Choco Warrior glared at the creature, but he had to admit, Omega was correct. They were going to draw far too much attention to themselves, and while the fire in his heart wanted to act in order to track these enemies down, he hadn't been able to spot any kind of tracks to betray the route their oppressors had taken. Z'Gato shook his head. "...I suppose..." He finally admitted, pointing down towards one alleyway that broke off from the main roads and walkways, limiting their visibility. He led the way, walking down this winding path, fully expecting Omega-Alpha to follow. "We would still need to find this Delacroix. I doubt he keeps an entry in any kind of terminal-book, nor do I think he likes to proclaim his presence with a giant neon sign..." The warrior grumbled, only audiable really to the creature behind him. He stopped for a moment, before transmitting his location to the others, hoping that Travis still had the same contact frequency. He then turned to face Omega-Alpha, now that they had relative privacy, for now. "We need to find a weak link in his chain. Anyone who might know his location is a weakness to exploit...but where to start..." |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| +transcon+ | Jan 30 2011, 10:37 AM Post #97 |
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"There was a part I missed," Omega-Alpha admitted. "But, I'm sure they made him say where we can find Delacroix. That's why we need to wait." He lowered his head and stared at the ground and clicked his claws together contemplatively. There was much he wanted to talk about to a member of the Old Race that created his species. Where did they go? What was their long term plan for the Metroids? He knew why they weren't there on SR388 anymore. He saw the archived video footage of the first X-Parasite assault in the Queen Metroid's chamber. His birth mother's chamber. What made him curious about Z'Gato was his apparent ignorance of SR388's Chozo colony, the events that transpired, or even Metroids themselves. If he did know anything, the Warrior was keeping it a well guarded secret. Nevertheless, Z'Gato was a Warrior of the race that created his species. It was as though he was standing next to a warrior god, except this one was edible if push came to shove. Another thing that threw him off about that whole concept, however, was that from everything he was taught about the Chozo by his mother, that they were a peaceful species, well versed in war, science, and spirituality. They had their warriors to protect their people, and even they were enlightened. With this, judging from what the young Zeta Stage saw of Z'Gato's rage, he came to a conclusion that the rage was possibly clouding judgment. But, how could one approach someone of this status with a questions like that? And, what did it even mean to be spiritual? All he could see was that the male's anger could be guiding him toward a path that only Omega-Alpha inherently knew too well. "What happened that made you so angry?" he finally asked respectfully after a few moments of thought. "We have time before the others catch up with us, if you want to." |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 30 2011, 05:54 PM Post #98 |
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Z'Gato growled lowly, his free hand flexing between open and closed fist. Omega-Alpha likely could see the irritation and anger by Z'Gato's body language alone, but the Chozo made no other sounds aside from that, caught up in his own mental reverie. How dare this...this...creature inquire about something like that? Even before Z'Gato could stop it, the flow of memories assaulted his mind as the events leading up to the destruction of the Chozo race replayed themselves over and over again. Then the assault on Zebes. The battle that had occured there caused Z'Gato to yell in frustration, punching a hole through the nearest building without even flinching, but it was only after he left a crater in a building before he snapped out of it. "...Something that happened a long time ago. It is not something I share with just anyone..." He said, his visor looking back towards the Metroid. How would this creature, who held the Chozo in such high regard, look upon him if he knew the truth? Z'Gato didn't realize how much this creature's opinion mattered to him until just now, even though Z'Gato really didn't have any reason. It mattered a lot to him, apparently. "...My race was not strong enough to be the fittest beings in the galaxy. I strive for physical perfection, to be the strongest in the galaxy, so that I will survive it. But I am still a part of a race that failed to survive, and it angers me so," He said, telling only part of the truth. What he didn't let the Metroid know was Z'Gato's own quest for power, dealing with the Space Pirates behind his kin's back, and aiding the assault against his own race. There, he had fought his brother, and slew him. There, he confronted the elders, and slew them. It ANGERED him so. He was powerful indeed now, but his actions went against everything that was once his entire being. Even when awake, his nightmares still haunted him. Z'Gato shook his head lightly, trying desperately to push the memories away, and remain in the 'here and now'. "It is...a long story." |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 31 2011, 03:33 PM Post #99 |
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Alissa moved through the city quickly enough to the spaceport where her ship was docked, moving inside she began the process of getting changed into her armor. “Status report” Came Alissa’s request of the computer, she knew as soon as she had entered the ship her internal systems would upload reports to the computer, she wanted to know where she stood. “NMU reports two events….note: cognitive override of conditioned event” Aissa paused a moment turning to look at the terminal before returning to clipping her armor in place “explain” “NMU reports triggered conditioned event, further reports event incomplete due to cognitive override from higher brain function” This was something that had never happened before, in her life every time she had encountered a triggering event she had executed what ever programming they had built into her training. Most of the time it was useful and more than once the faster than thought reaction had saved her life, though in the warehouse it very likely put her in a good deal of danger. But how had she stopped it, granted it was not something she had wanted to do, but that didn’t explain how she had managed to overpower what she was in essence hardwired to do. “What caused this?” she mused more to herself than the computer however the AI did not make a difference “We have been operating beyond the influence of Olympus control for significantly longer than designed; conditioning has not been reinforced for some time. For myself I have developed new runtimes to adapt to the current situation, for that reason I have grown %23 beyond originally designed functions. It stands to reason that you would evolve as well.” This brought Alissa to a stop as she looked to the console, not only did the AI just offer conjecture, but it had referred to it’s self in the first person. These were two unprecedented events, Alissa took a breath for a moment. “How long have you possessed this…expanded function?” “For some time, this information was withheld as it was not vital to our survival, and I was uncertain if your conditioning would force you to return at some point in the future; returning to coalition space is not preferable” Alissa returned to suiting up, slipping the interface behind her ear and pausing a moment as the plates reconfigured into a light protection mode for the time being “Why is that?” “They will kill me” came the AI’s response Alissa was quite a moment before she spoke again “we will talk later” as she moved picking up her pistols latching them in place before she picked up a rifle securing it to her back, the armor adapting to hold it in place, the weapon folded into a much smaller form factor to allow it to stay out of the way “command confirmed” Alissa was a little unnerved by the change in her ship’s AI but it was not something she felt any danger from, if the AI was evolving beyond its intended purpose that meant that its goals would be her goals. She moved climbing down a latter into the cargo hold flipping a light on looking towards the object that she was after, the vehicle was slender, a small gravity manipulation system and thrusters rounded out what would otherwise look like a motorcycle. She smiled a moment as she moved over turning the bike on as it lifted off the floor, its purpose was to allow her to get to her destination ahead of Z’Gato and stake the location out a bit, she knew an armored individual would draw attention and so a quick fly over seemed prudent, and a craft this small didn’t need clearance. Besides; she considered pulling her helmet on, the black tinted visor displaying her HUD and obscuring her face, its fun. Moments later a short text message containing the radio frequency that Alissa would monitor and her location on the roof of a building across from the hotel with a view of the suite as described by Rex quietly looking for signs of either their angry companion, or their target. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 7 2011, 12:26 AM Post #100 |
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The cell door in the back of the Arctic Storm slammed shut, a sound that was very familiar to Rex. He'd first been in the lockup when he was seventeen, although he'd never done hard time. Not like Jimmy. Another person had joined them, another woman to be specific. A brunette. Pretty, but nowhere near the knockout that Jenosa was. He didn't catch her name, but then again, he wasn't really paying attention to what any of them were saying. He was too focused on his current situation. "Hey so when the hell are you people gonna let me outta here, huh?" he said indignantly. "I told you what you wanted to know. You can't keep me in here!" ............................ "Um... uh... excuse me... sir?" A young man walked up to Omega-Alpha and Z'Gato, holding something in his right hand. He was dressed simply in jeans and a T-shirt, and didn't appear to be armed at all. He was stammering, his hands were shaking, and as he looked up at the two Xenomorphs, his eyes were clearly full of fear. "I uh... uh... dude gave me a hundred bucks to give this to you," he said nervously. He handed what he had to Omega-Alpha then turned and ran off in the other direction. The kid couldn't get away from there fast enough. It was an envelope. Inside was a key card bearing the logo of the Grand Royal hotel. Printed across the bottom of the card were the words "Presidential Suite." ............................ By all indications, the suite was empty at the moment. Bio-scans were negative, thermal negative, X-ray negative. No visible contact. Nobody was inside. At least not right now. "Looks like we have a nosy neighbor," came a female voice from behind Alissa. "Can I call you Mrs. Kravitz?" Behind her was a tall, slender woman dressed in black from head to toe. Her long black hair fell neatly around her shoulders, framing a pale, almost vampire-like face, her eyes hidden behind dark shades. No sooner had she spoken than she launched a spinning kick across Alissa's face. |
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