Yeah! If you'd all just left us alone we wouldn't be a problem! But hey, fuck us for just trying to survive, right?!
[ as playful as she seemed before, she's suddenly serious once it's clear snowflake is going to stick around to fight. with a concealed knife she cuts her palm, and a thorny vine grows from the blood that spills from the wound, growing large enough to whip at snowflake. ]
[Frankly, Snowflake isn't sure what to do here. These two... They almost seem to have a point. She hesitates, but bounces away- Superhumanly agile, leaping off a snow crystal platform that appears underfoot in midair.
She fires her guns- of course, the bullets are also ice- as she leaps. However, she's avoiding aiming at the siblings' bodies- Instead, she's just trying to cut the vines and destroy the stone around his arms.]
I'm sorry that happened, but that doesn't mean you can rob and hurt others too! Attacking others is a line over "just trying to survive"!
[She skates backwards along her aerial platforms- If she can bombard this guy- Tombstone?- from a distance, his rock arms shouldn't be a problem, right?]
Yeah? Well, what the fuck else are you supposed to do when you're running-
[ he doesn't make a single attempt to dodge the ice. instead, he raises his arms, the rock ballooning and expanding into a thick shield in front of him-
and then, with those rocky hands, he punches a wall of granite shrapnel straight at snowflake. maybe it'll hurt her. maybe not. the real goal is to distract her long enough for gravemoss to work her magic. ]
-from the fucking organ farm run by the fucking cops!?
"Just fucking die", isn't it? Every time. Oh wait, no, it's "no, you should've uncovered the ruse and told everyone! They'd totally have to let you go!".
[ yeah, the vine's not working. still, it's good cover for her to start drawing something on the ground in her blood - ]
So, you know, just fucking die. You got a different answer, Snowshoes?
[She can't tell what... Gravemoss? Is drawing. But it's probably not good- A chunk of ice is flung to try to stop that.
... But their words shake her. That's not possible- An organ farm by the police? It's so ridiculously over-the-top it's almost laughable. There's no way that's true. But... What if it is?
A wall of ice intercepts the shrapnel, before shattering into a hundred pieces.]
If that's true... Then you should talk to a hero about it! We'd stop anything like that in a heartbeat!
[ andrew intercepts the ice, moving to stand between his sister and his enemy. the rock balloons out from his arms, protectively shielding the villain behind him...
and then he starts talking. ]
Sarah Casey and Joel Anderson. They've been running a low-income apartment complex a few towns over. Over half of the "stock" were dead when we got out. [ he rotates however she does, careful to block anything else sent gravemoss's way. ] Try taking out your own trash, and maybe then you can lecture us on staying clean.
[ he scoffs. ]
But you won't. And by the time we were out, you heroes wouldn't even lift a finger to help. Not flashy enough for a photo op, right?
[ none of it's a lie. it's not even a lie by omission; they're the twins that fell through the cracks, that society fucked up on. and it doesn't excuse what they've done, but-
-but at the same time, he's not expecting her to try and fix anything. he's not even hoping she will. he's just talking to buy time for whatever big plan ashley's got cooked up.
Right? We're bad so we'd just get blamed for anything that happened, anyway! That's how it always is. So, hey, I've got an idea -
[ it certainly is violent - from the ritual circle she's drawn, roots rapidly begin to grow and tear through the street below them. the ground cracks, and vines far larger than the one that grew from her hand flail about, crushing cars and smashing through storefronts. ]
- why don't you just fucking die?
[ and then, at the center of the circle, the bulb of a carnivorous plant-mouth forms, all teeth and digestive fluids. and - an unsettling amount of eyes. gravemoss pats its side, a manic laugh shaking through her body as she points at snowflake with her other hand. ]
There's your dinner! Drink up.
[ and it lunges at snowflake with gnashing teeth, the thick vine it's attached to tearing up more street the further it pulls itself out of the ground. ]
Snowflake doesn't really have much experience with supervillains, after all, so fighting people is still hard for her. In the first place, she's hesitating, their words doing a lot to make her stop...
... and then out comes that thing.
She skates backwards on an ice platform, staring at the monster, before pointing her guns and unloading into it. The nice part about her ice guns is, no need to worry about reloading or ammo limits- As long as the air has water, she can go forever, and then some.]
Sarah Casey and Joel Anderson. I'll stop them... but I'll stop you, too!
[She continues to jump higher- Hopefully, the monster flower can't get any air- It's a plant, right? It has to stay rooted.
Part of her thinks she should call in backup, but... She needs to prove she can do this.]
The world may have been unfair, and I'm sorry for the tragedy that happened to you... but that doesn't give you the right to kill or destroy! What happened to you doesn't justify this!
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[ as playful as she seemed before, she's suddenly serious once it's clear snowflake is going to stick around to fight. with a concealed knife she cuts her palm, and a thorny vine grows from the blood that spills from the wound, growing large enough to whip at snowflake. ]
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She fires her guns- of course, the bullets are also ice- as she leaps. However, she's avoiding aiming at the siblings' bodies- Instead, she's just trying to cut the vines and destroy the stone around his arms.]
I'm sorry that happened, but that doesn't mean you can rob and hurt others too! Attacking others is a line over "just trying to survive"!
[She skates backwards along her aerial platforms- If she can bombard this guy- Tombstone?- from a distance, his rock arms shouldn't be a problem, right?]
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[ he doesn't make a single attempt to dodge the ice. instead, he raises his arms, the rock ballooning and expanding into a thick shield in front of him-
and then, with those rocky hands, he punches a wall of granite shrapnel straight at snowflake. maybe it'll hurt her. maybe not. the real goal is to distract her long enough for gravemoss to work her magic. ]
-from the fucking organ farm run by the fucking cops!?
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[ yeah, the vine's not working. still, it's good cover for her to start drawing something on the ground in her blood - ]
So, you know, just fucking die. You got a different answer, Snowshoes?
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... But their words shake her. That's not possible- An organ farm by the police? It's so ridiculously over-the-top it's almost laughable. There's no way that's true. But... What if it is?
A wall of ice intercepts the shrapnel, before shattering into a hundred pieces.]
If that's true... Then you should talk to a hero about it! We'd stop anything like that in a heartbeat!
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[ andrew intercepts the ice, moving to stand between his sister and his enemy. the rock balloons out from his arms, protectively shielding the villain behind him...
and then he starts talking. ]
Sarah Casey and Joel Anderson. They've been running a low-income apartment complex a few towns over. Over half of the "stock" were dead when we got out. [ he rotates however she does, careful to block anything else sent gravemoss's way. ] Try taking out your own trash, and maybe then you can lecture us on staying clean.
[ he scoffs. ]
But you won't. And by the time we were out, you heroes wouldn't even lift a finger to help. Not flashy enough for a photo op, right?
[ none of it's a lie. it's not even a lie by omission; they're the twins that fell through the cracks, that society fucked up on. and it doesn't excuse what they've done, but-
-but at the same time, he's not expecting her to try and fix anything. he's not even hoping she will. he's just talking to buy time for whatever big plan ashley's got cooked up.
probably a violent one, knowing her. ]
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[ it certainly is violent - from the ritual circle she's drawn, roots rapidly begin to grow and tear through the street below them. the ground cracks, and vines far larger than the one that grew from her hand flail about, crushing cars and smashing through storefronts. ]
- why don't you just fucking die?
[ and then, at the center of the circle, the bulb of a carnivorous plant-mouth forms, all teeth and digestive fluids. and - an unsettling amount of eyes. gravemoss pats its side, a manic laugh shaking through her body as she points at snowflake with her other hand. ]
There's your dinner! Drink up.
[ and it lunges at snowflake with gnashing teeth, the thick vine it's attached to tearing up more street the further it pulls itself out of the ground. ]
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Snowflake doesn't really have much experience with supervillains, after all, so fighting people is still hard for her. In the first place, she's hesitating, their words doing a lot to make her stop...
... and then out comes that thing.
She skates backwards on an ice platform, staring at the monster, before pointing her guns and unloading into it. The nice part about her ice guns is, no need to worry about reloading or ammo limits- As long as the air has water, she can go forever, and then some.]
Sarah Casey and Joel Anderson. I'll stop them... but I'll stop you, too!
[She continues to jump higher- Hopefully, the monster flower can't get any air- It's a plant, right? It has to stay rooted.
Part of her thinks she should call in backup, but... She needs to prove she can do this.]
The world may have been unfair, and I'm sorry for the tragedy that happened to you... but that doesn't give you the right to kill or destroy! What happened to you doesn't justify this!