((insufficient levels of PARTY detected up in this piece))
[Something in chainmail with red hair falls unceremoniously out of the ceiling and just kind of lies there twitching for a bit before it resolves into a tall teenage girl, who springs to her feet.]
Uncool. I was saving orphans without legs. The orphanage was on fire. You interrupted me. Good job.
[She dusted herself off.]
I'm flattered, I really am, but there is seriously enough of me to go around to both whatever the hell your teleporting business is AND for me to at least like make some grilled cheese on that orphanage.
Uncool. I was saving orphans without legs. The orphanage was on fire. You interrupted me. Good job.
[She dusted herself off.]
I'm flattered, I really am, but there is seriously enough of me to go around to both whatever the hell your teleporting business is AND for me to at least like make some grilled cheese on that orphanage.