[from here]There! Now all Junpei needed to do was wait for Yukari to finish her prima donna primping a la Third Circle of Hell Version 1.3 or something
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"Any ideas what Ami-chan wants with those microscopes?" Hokuto was mostly curious; she wasn't the best at science, but having lab equipment might be useful. Especially if Ami could explain whatever she discovered with it (hopefully in reasonably small words).
"I suppose I can allow you to call me yours like that," Falis replied lightly. "The other have to use Your Highness."
Normally, Falis found a lot of the genteel courtly mannerisms grating on her nerves, but there was something about Hokuto being all... knightly toward her, courting her, that she did enjoy. Not that she'd openly admit it anymore than she just did. Keeping her hand in her girl's, Falis kept an eye out for beasties.
"She doesn't want it; I do." She shrugged. "Ami says we can look at the cell thingies she's made up of using the mikrobscobe. She says I'm made up of them too, but I'm a bunch of flesh, bones and blood - no cell thingies that produce thoughts and energy with mito-what-sials." She glanced over. "I just wanna see what the fuck these cell thingies look like. You know... just in case they decide to get uppity and try to start arming themselves with this DeeEnnNaa stuff."
Hokuto tried, but she couldn't help bursting out laughing at the description. That was her girl! Some of what she said definitely got... interesting. "Flesh, bones, and blood are made of cells," she managed to say, still giggling. "I'll show you if I can. It's just basic biology that your society hasn't figured out yet, since it takes special equipment to see. But cells don't have minds of their own."
...okay, so some cells could attack things, but her head hurt just thinking about how to explain that one.
Falis scowled at Hokuto, but held her temper since this was her girlfriend and the only person in the place immune to her wrath.
"I am not," she growled. "The fuck you think I am? A collective? And you aren't either, cause you're not some weird planet witch that blinks between being Sexy Legs with the Short Skirt and a bunch of ice magic and the shy smart one that's really fun to tease. Clearly, those cell thingies are producing these thoughts and using Ami's body to turn her into an ice witch. We have to be careful, or they'll take her over and we'll always have Sexy Legs with the Short Skirt and--"
Falis abruptly cut off her words, stopped in the hallway, as she blinked a few times. The next moment a somewhat lecherous smirk touched her lips. Okay, maybe Ami-Sexy-Legs wasn't so bad of a thing to have around more often. Just without any of the ice magic shit.
Shaking herself, Falis started walking again. "So. I'm gonna have her show me the fucking things using this mikrobscobe thing, whatever the fuck it is."
Yes. This way. It had to be this way-- if they were doing the same thing as last night, they'd be meeting in the same place, right?
Or at least, so Lugnut hoped. He didn't really want to prove himself useless and late, not when he was just done telling himself how much Blitzwing depended on him.
She moved hurriedly down the main corridor, heading towards her meeting spot with Gin. It was a good place, central to most of the places that they needed to reach. She wanted to try the other side of the Institute tonight, see if they would have any more luck.
There wasn't really time to sit around and contemplate what a disaster this had been, thanks to the fact that she had a (previously) flaming blue kid (couldn't be that young, but he seemed so naive) just knocked off of her and she was running as fast as she could to get away from their 'target.'
"Bring him out here!" Before there were any other attacks, in other words. It wasn't a very brave call, but it was a practical one. Having the little guy plucked off of her front (had he been trying to protect her?) so abruptly had nearly knocked her down, and she could feel blistering under the boots and gloves where Kurt hadn't been in contact. Nothing as bad as his injuries. "Roll him on the ground, hurry!" It would hurt like hell, but they didn't have time or space to put the fire out back there. After... sheets from someone's room? See if the patient-run clinic had anti-burn treatments? In the end it was really up to the man who'd tackled Kurt in a panic, Kurt's true friend.
Kurt stopped screaming when Logan tackled him. Okay, okay, everything was going to be okay. It didn't even hurt that much. Maybe his clothes were just on fire, but the rest of him was okay. Yeah, that had to be it
( ... )
Logan was right behind Seiya, not missing a beat, the momentum of his tackle already propelling both he and the Elf in her direction. His body was only thinking about getting the fire out, but in the back of his detached mind, all he could think about was the horrific stench of burning mutant.
As soon as they were 'safe', he hit the ground hard, rolling from the shoulder, using his continuing velocity to keep both himself and his friend tumbling until the flames were out. They licked at him wildly, singeing hair, but by now they didn't have time to do any more than that, thankfully. In seconds, they were out.
Nightcrawler looked terrible. He was now barely clothed, and Logan could see in the dying light of the embers that large sections of blue fur were missing, showing what were obviously (from his own experiences) some pretty nasty burns. Logan's mind raced a mile a minute; the beast wanted to march straight back in there, right back into the fire if necessary, and make that joker pay for what he'd
( ... )
As they rounded the corner and had to pause to readjust Kurt's weight and look over his injuries, Seiya winced. He was muttering something, and she reached down to touch an unburned spot of face, answering meaninglessly, "Kid, relax, relax, you did fine. Everything'll be okay now. Worst part's over, you've just gotta hang in there for us now, all right? Don't think about anything but hanging on to your buddy
( ... )
Yes! She managed to walk past the first hallway without failing any trouble. Going at her usual pace almost always prevented her from tripping.
Chise looked down both ways of the next hallway. Everything was completely pitch black to her left, and on her right she saw a couple of people down the other end. It would be better if she tested her powers where nobody could see, which meant that she needed to walk towards the darkest area. A chill ran down her spine when she turned to the left.
Come on Chise, you can do it! Remember, you gotta be strong.
"...I have to be strong...gotta be strong....gotta be strong..." she muttered to herself over and over again.
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"Any ideas what Ami-chan wants with those microscopes?" Hokuto was mostly curious; she wasn't the best at science, but having lab equipment might be useful. Especially if Ami could explain whatever she discovered with it (hopefully in reasonably small words).
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Normally, Falis found a lot of the genteel courtly mannerisms grating on her nerves, but there was something about Hokuto being all... knightly toward her, courting her, that she did enjoy. Not that she'd openly admit it anymore than she just did. Keeping her hand in her girl's, Falis kept an eye out for beasties.
"She doesn't want it; I do." She shrugged. "Ami says we can look at the cell thingies she's made up of using the mikrobscobe. She says I'm made up of them too, but I'm a bunch of flesh, bones and blood - no cell thingies that produce thoughts and energy with mito-what-sials." She glanced over. "I just wanna see what the fuck these cell thingies look like. You know... just in case they decide to get uppity and try to start arming themselves with this DeeEnnNaa stuff."
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...okay, so some cells could attack things, but her head hurt just thinking about how to explain that one.
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"I am not," she growled. "The fuck you think I am? A collective? And you aren't either, cause you're not some weird planet witch that blinks between being Sexy Legs with the Short Skirt and a bunch of ice magic and the shy smart one that's really fun to tease. Clearly, those cell thingies are producing these thoughts and using Ami's body to turn her into an ice witch. We have to be careful, or they'll take her over and we'll always have Sexy Legs with the Short Skirt and--"
Falis abruptly cut off her words, stopped in the hallway, as she blinked a few times. The next moment a somewhat lecherous smirk touched her lips. Okay, maybe Ami-Sexy-Legs wasn't so bad of a thing to have around more often. Just without any of the ice magic shit.
Shaking herself, Falis started walking again. "So. I'm gonna have her show me the fucking things using this mikrobscobe thing, whatever the fuck it is."
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Yes. This way. It had to be this way-- if they were doing the same thing as last night, they'd be meeting in the same place, right?
Or at least, so Lugnut hoped. He didn't really want to prove himself useless and late, not when he was just done telling himself how much Blitzwing depended on him.
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She moved hurriedly down the main corridor, heading towards her meeting spot with Gin. It was a good place, central to most of the places that they needed to reach. She wanted to try the other side of the Institute tonight, see if they would have any more luck.
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There wasn't really time to sit around and contemplate what a disaster this had been, thanks to the fact that she had a (previously) flaming blue kid (couldn't be that young, but he seemed so naive) just knocked off of her and she was running as fast as she could to get away from their 'target.'
"Bring him out here!" Before there were any other attacks, in other words. It wasn't a very brave call, but it was a practical one. Having the little guy plucked off of her front (had he been trying to protect her?) so abruptly had nearly knocked her down, and she could feel blistering under the boots and gloves where Kurt hadn't been in contact. Nothing as bad as his injuries. "Roll him on the ground, hurry!" It would hurt like hell, but they didn't have time or space to put the fire out back there. After... sheets from someone's room? See if the patient-run clinic had anti-burn treatments? In the end it was really up to the man who'd tackled Kurt in a panic, Kurt's true friend.
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Logan was right behind Seiya, not missing a beat, the momentum of his tackle already propelling both he and the Elf in her direction. His body was only thinking about getting the fire out, but in the back of his detached mind, all he could think about was the horrific stench of burning mutant.
As soon as they were 'safe', he hit the ground hard, rolling from the shoulder, using his continuing velocity to keep both himself and his friend tumbling until the flames were out. They licked at him wildly, singeing hair, but by now they didn't have time to do any more than that, thankfully. In seconds, they were out.
Nightcrawler looked terrible. He was now barely clothed, and Logan could see in the dying light of the embers that large sections of blue fur were missing, showing what were obviously (from his own experiences) some pretty nasty burns. Logan's mind raced a mile a minute; the beast wanted to march straight back in there, right back into the fire if necessary, and make that joker pay for what he'd ( ... )
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Yes! She managed to walk past the first hallway without failing any trouble. Going at her usual pace almost always prevented her from tripping.
Chise looked down both ways of the next hallway. Everything was completely pitch black to her left, and on her right she saw a couple of people down the other end. It would be better if she tested her powers where nobody could see, which meant that she needed to walk towards the darkest area. A chill ran down her spine when she turned to the left.
Come on Chise, you can do it! Remember, you gotta be strong.
"...I have to be strong...gotta be strong....gotta be strong..." she muttered to herself over and over again.
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