The Streets of Fandom, Post-Detention Rescue, Saturday Evening
She had been cooped up too long. That room had been filled with death and decay and madness. She would never be caged again.
Wings held proud, she flew high, tasting the feel of the night air upon her skin. The stars were out. They were exquisite.
And now, she put her hands over her head and called down the maelstrom. A small localized tornado spun away, churning debris in its wake.
Someone was going to pay.
(OOC: yeah so Rinoa's snapped. She will tangle with anyone right now, loyalist, resistance, OR neutral, if they feel like throwing down. Or just look at her funny. So if you want to have a (non-lethal*) smackdown, let's do this. (*Rinoa has places to be after she gets her powers back on a leash zomg.)
And lastly: Squall's thread will be chronologically last.)
Wings held proud, she flew high, tasting the feel of the night air upon her skin. The stars were out. They were exquisite.
And now, she put her hands over her head and called down the maelstrom. A small localized tornado spun away, churning debris in its wake.
Someone was going to pay.
(OOC: yeah so Rinoa's snapped. She will tangle with anyone right now, loyalist, resistance, OR neutral, if they feel like throwing down. Or just look at her funny. So if you want to have a (non-lethal*) smackdown, let's do this. (*Rinoa has places to be after she gets her powers back on a leash zomg.)
And lastly: Squall's thread will be chronologically last.)