Hell, Fury, Women, Scorn
There was to be no fretting, no paths worn thin in the carpeting in the small living room of the little apartment in a quiet section of the Nexus where Ali and Samus were waiting for Jubilee before the night's excitement. The time for such things had passed. The worry and indecision that had plagued Ali had been put to rest by the only weapon she really had in such battles: her will. The decision, once made, was no longer to be considered. Instead she had much bigger problems, like how to keep everybody alive.
She had every faith in Jubilee, as a friend and a fighter, and although Ali suspected there was a hint of bravado in certain claims her friend had made Ali was willing to accept her help. It would be something of a trial by fire, one that wouldn't be faced alone or unprepared. There were weapons, armor, and advice all waiting for Jubilee to come and avail herself--and plenty for the other two women to do until then.
Ali was dressed and as ready for the night ahead as she knew how to be, her black-on-black outfit dominated by a long coat that looked more appropriate for a chic party than the hunting planned, the inky fabric cinched at her waist seeming to belie the idea that there was anything so uncouth as weapons hidden beneath.
While they waited for the last of their trio, Ali finished programming the PINpoints that would bring them back to the ideal night for the hunt, while Samus made her own preparations.
She had every faith in Jubilee, as a friend and a fighter, and although Ali suspected there was a hint of bravado in certain claims her friend had made Ali was willing to accept her help. It would be something of a trial by fire, one that wouldn't be faced alone or unprepared. There were weapons, armor, and advice all waiting for Jubilee to come and avail herself--and plenty for the other two women to do until then.
Ali was dressed and as ready for the night ahead as she knew how to be, her black-on-black outfit dominated by a long coat that looked more appropriate for a chic party than the hunting planned, the inky fabric cinched at her waist seeming to belie the idea that there was anything so uncouth as weapons hidden beneath.
While they waited for the last of their trio, Ali finished programming the PINpoints that would bring them back to the ideal night for the hunt, while Samus made her own preparations.