[Nexus] Inside 41

[Chaotic Bob]

[Apartments]

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[Apartments]

Aww. Blue had kinda been hoping Feia would let it stay around. Being close to her would be preferable to sitting on a rooftop.

But then...Mother has her own work to do, clearly. It wouldn't want to get in the way! And it wouldn't want to get Father in trouble either, though it doubts Remnant will do anything particularly drastic in response to the appearance of the odd creation here and there.

Although admittedly there are little beetle creations dotted around the place to act as Father's eyes and ears. If Remnant ever picked up on those, there might be trouble. But then it'd be their fault, not Blue's!

Oh well. Mother knows best. If she thinks Blue wandering around might concern Remnant, then it might as well stay out of the way while observing. "Of course, Mother, you're quite right. If you need me, just call."

And with that, it tries to give her a quick hug, then proceeds to head to the nearest building and start climbing up. Back to observing.

Feia humors the hugs for a moment, before watching the creation leave.
Afterwards, she rubs her forehead, glances off towards some other portion of the city.

Then it's back to yelling at the workers, directing their efforts to certain portions of the building.


[Before the Den]

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[Before the Den]

Well that didn't work. Oh well, if everything could be solved through instant applications of force such as that, then things would have been much different back in her home realm. Though, the downside was that she had tipped her hand more than she had wanted with that shot and it would take a moment for the weapon to reload. Only a few more seconds, yes, but there was a reason why it was often more prudent to stagger the assault. That isn't to say no good came from that assault as she had now taken down that kinetic barrier the witch had. Peeling away a defensive layer was always good. With her full suite of sensors kicking in, the muse was ready for battle.

"Oi! Kirk! You any good at shoot'n?" Ghoul called aloud, grasping a small, thick disk sticking to her belt. There were three sets of similar devices, each counting five in number. Well, two sets of five and one set of four, now. "Cause if not, you'd better learn quickly!" she said. Given that she had waited for Kirk to 'steal' the bike, this would mean he at least was close to it if not riding it already. Whichever it was, there would be a few seconds for the drow to get himself comfortable before the bike took off on autopilot. Apparently she expected him to give her support with those nasty guns that bike had. At least there were a pair of triggers on what looked like handles near the front. Maybe those would be useful in some way? There was a small screen in between the handles that displayed a pair of quickly filling progress bars as well as two numbers. Both said '29.'

As for the disk that Ghoul had selected, she tossed it at Feia, arching the throw so that it would end up a few feet in-front of her. The witch might be expecting this but it seemed like a safe bet with those orbs of fire there. Shortly, a blast of super-cooled mist would envelope the area. Right now, it was a measure of how quickly the witch would teleport out of the way... Or if she would simply take it and keep going.

One more assessment here as well.

[Before the Den]

Kirk does indeed hope onto the bike before it takes off. Hopefully he has control of it, and that it's not too complex, because it looks like evasive maneuvers might be needed soon.

The drow looks over the controls. Progress bar? Probably the time before the weapons can be fired again. On the off chance that the triggers are attached to another weapon, Kirk gives them an experimental squeeze. In the event it doesn't fire, Kirk will produce an interesting Thompson sub machine gun from is jacket impossibly. Soon after a barrage of green lasers will be headed right Feia's way.

The laser Thompson and some of Ghoul's cryogenic weaponry.
Cold is her element, she does not fear it. She embraces it.

Without a thought, Feia dives downwards, directly through the erupting mist, seeking to both elude Kirk's fire and buy herself some visual cover.
Perhaps her dress will freeze around her body, but her skin does not feel the cold's sting.

Instead, she draws her fingers through the air as she drops, using her magic in an effort to seize the mist and carry it along for the ride.
It will be useful for obscuring her position, no doubt, and perhaps her two opponents will think twice about using it again when she drives it back at them. Or Ghoul, at least.

Kirk is a middling problem, by comparison, a known variable.
By rushing towards the bounty hunter with her own attack, perhaps she seeks to quell the unknown quickly.