Sometimes dramatic reveals aren't so dramatic anymore.
Arabelle's arrival back to the school at the appointed curfew was pretty uneventful.
That is, to say, uneventful until...
"Hey Ara! Come quick, there's some big news thing on Kaiser!" Spark Mandrill was not a small fellow, and his voice was according as well.
"Hey, Sparky, quit'yer hollerin', I'm comin'." Arabelle took long strides to the entertainment room of the School.
The TV, large and expansive as it was, was showing a street in New York city, Heaven's Tower ever looming in the background of all of the shots.
"We're bringing this to you live from North Street in New York City, the notorious mutant terrorist The Black Kaiser is in pitched combat with what we believe is an unknown mutant of relatively equal power."
The image, true to form, was the Black Kaiser's bulky, black armored form, occasionally launching grenades and assorted objects at his dance partner. Who, upon his landing, was revealed to be the black cloaked, equally armored Epsilon.
"Dude..." Arabelle stared, "Kaiser's taking on that psycho himself?"
"Yeah" Chameleon shifted on the couch, staring as well, rather captivated. "What we can hear of it, Kaiser's been yammering on about something Epsilon has."
"..Weird." Arabelle observed.
The fight, as it was, was a draw, until Epsilon managed to catch Kaiser in a grapple, making it difficult for him to use his telekinetic power to throw him off. Kaiser shifted a wrist, and something sprang out of the armor, wrapping tendrils around Epsilon's torso.
Epsilon stated something in surprise, but the camera was too far away for it to be heard, then a high pitched whining noise before a loud, and powerful explosion rocks the area, sending the two combatants sailing apart. Epsilon's cloak burnt, and Kaiser's armor at least partway blown apart.
Kaiser stood, and as unfortunate as it had to be, was facing the camera. And now, helmetless as Kaiser was...
The Face of Hecate Daemon was revealed to the world.
And all Arabelle had to say about this, was, while wide eyed, "Holy fuck, that's the bitch who fucking shot me."
That is, to say, uneventful until...
"Hey Ara! Come quick, there's some big news thing on Kaiser!" Spark Mandrill was not a small fellow, and his voice was according as well.
"Hey, Sparky, quit'yer hollerin', I'm comin'." Arabelle took long strides to the entertainment room of the School.
The TV, large and expansive as it was, was showing a street in New York city, Heaven's Tower ever looming in the background of all of the shots.
"We're bringing this to you live from North Street in New York City, the notorious mutant terrorist The Black Kaiser is in pitched combat with what we believe is an unknown mutant of relatively equal power."
The image, true to form, was the Black Kaiser's bulky, black armored form, occasionally launching grenades and assorted objects at his dance partner. Who, upon his landing, was revealed to be the black cloaked, equally armored Epsilon.
"Dude..." Arabelle stared, "Kaiser's taking on that psycho himself?"
"Yeah" Chameleon shifted on the couch, staring as well, rather captivated. "What we can hear of it, Kaiser's been yammering on about something Epsilon has."
"..Weird." Arabelle observed.
The fight, as it was, was a draw, until Epsilon managed to catch Kaiser in a grapple, making it difficult for him to use his telekinetic power to throw him off. Kaiser shifted a wrist, and something sprang out of the armor, wrapping tendrils around Epsilon's torso.
Epsilon stated something in surprise, but the camera was too far away for it to be heard, then a high pitched whining noise before a loud, and powerful explosion rocks the area, sending the two combatants sailing apart. Epsilon's cloak burnt, and Kaiser's armor at least partway blown apart.
Kaiser stood, and as unfortunate as it had to be, was facing the camera. And now, helmetless as Kaiser was...
The Face of Hecate Daemon was revealed to the world.
And all Arabelle had to say about this, was, while wide eyed, "Holy fuck, that's the bitch who fucking shot me."