001: [holo] we have incoming
"No I will NOT repaint the kitchen again, what do you think I am, some kind of magical vending machi--"
Nico was in the midst of being embroiled in a complex interior design related debate-- apparently vivid fuschia isn't to everyone's taste-- when suddenly she's somewhere that's neither pink, nor even remotely resembling the interior of the Runaways' Malibu beach house. She finishes that thought with:
"--it."
Warily revolving on the spot to take in the entirety of the metal chamber, she calls out, assuming someone is watching (and trying to project the air of a hardass, and not a scared little girl): "Okay, I've got a list of enemies as long as Mr. Fantastic's arm, but whoever you are, if it's a ransom you want, you're barking up the wrong trust fund. I'm broke..."
Whilst revolving she'd also been digging her nails into her palm, digging hard enough to draw blood. It's at that point that something happens which would be (to an uninformed observer) crazy freaky at best, disturbing at worst.
"When blood is shed, let the Staff of One emerge!" Protruding from Nico's chest, as if she'd been reverse-impaled somehow, there's now the long shaft of a big old mean-looking staff. She yanks it out, ignoring the habitual pain.
"...As I was saying, I'm broke. And now I'm pissed. So maybe you should show yourself."
Nico was in the midst of being embroiled in a complex interior design related debate-- apparently vivid fuschia isn't to everyone's taste-- when suddenly she's somewhere that's neither pink, nor even remotely resembling the interior of the Runaways' Malibu beach house. She finishes that thought with:
"--it."
Warily revolving on the spot to take in the entirety of the metal chamber, she calls out, assuming someone is watching (and trying to project the air of a hardass, and not a scared little girl): "Okay, I've got a list of enemies as long as Mr. Fantastic's arm, but whoever you are, if it's a ransom you want, you're barking up the wrong trust fund. I'm broke..."
Whilst revolving she'd also been digging her nails into her palm, digging hard enough to draw blood. It's at that point that something happens which would be (to an uninformed observer) crazy freaky at best, disturbing at worst.
"When blood is shed, let the Staff of One emerge!" Protruding from Nico's chest, as if she'd been reverse-impaled somehow, there's now the long shaft of a big old mean-looking staff. She yanks it out, ignoring the habitual pain.
"...As I was saying, I'm broke. And now I'm pissed. So maybe you should show yourself."