Volt closed his eyes as Agnes pressed the button; mission accomplished. If she were a telepath as well Agnes would have gotten an even bigger kick out of comprehending Volt's life flashing before his eyes. Agnes held back a few more bouts of laughter, lips tightening as if they were a dam bracing against the tides. She giggled here and there, clenching her stomach in genuine entertainment, and pulled out a phew more bang-snaps from her pocket, rolling them in her hand.

"Man you really thought this thing was legit? I don't need a detonator to- GACK!" Agnes clenched her own throat as Cordelia's shadow grasped the incorporeal representation of herself. Agnes eyes clenched shut as she struggled to remove what wasn't there. Soon enough, however, the tension was released and Agnes gasped in relief, breathing heavily for a second before the salt was added to the wound. Agnes yelped as a bucket fell upon her head, hurting a tad but furthermore drenching her in water.

Her groans reverberated underneath the metal pail, and Agnes tipped the bucket off of her head with a flick of her fingers. She was clearly unamused, but in truth she had expected as much. Too bad she can't blow up shadows. That would mean killing Cordelia. The source of the bucket's appearance was unknown, but such a mild prank was the least of her worries; she cared little to enact revenge on the conjurer.

"...blow things up," Agnes finished her prior sentence. She'd broken the ice and introduced herself, so all was well in her eyes. The shadow had caused no true physical damage, and water was easily removed. The backlash she had received was negligible. Agnes pocketed her wettened bang-snaps and wiped her face of water. She returned to her normal demeanor, smiling devilishly. "I'll be tracking water around the place, not my problem," she claimed. Agnes shook each of her limbs in turn and kicked the bucket aside simply for fun, knocking it into some nameless super's heels.

Eventually Agnes time with company was cut short, as the super-chick Apogee had deemed it necessary to escort her off the premises, along with ground her. Punishment for this incident? It's not like she would learn anything from it; Agnes couldn't pull off the same trick again anyways!

"Really? Come on..." Agnes groaned, slightly resisting being pushed towards the exit. "What am I supposed to do for fun now? No toys to tinker with, no people to talk to! This is torture!" Agnes complained jokingly. She'd been on her lonesome for a good length of her life, and being shunned from the group wouldn't affect her much. Still, it was an inconvenience. She had only just gotten started [i]getting to know people[/i]. Luckily, however, opportunity came knocking; a riot at the local prison. Agnes eyes lit up with adventure and eagerness. This could be her time to shine! The cackling crime-fighter known as Killjoy rushed at the opportunity until her recollection finally came through.

All of her equipment was being confiscated. Agnes dropped to her knees and pleaded to the ceiling. "Why!?" But wait, Agnes paused, mulling over in her active mind how to avert this boring situation. The girl seemed distraught upon the ground before the guard that had escorted her, but she in fact was devising a mischievous plot to escape. It'd frighten some people, sure, but Agnes needed that stuff if she was to maintain sanity during her probation.

Agnes focused on the contents of her guitar case, mulling through the countless objects that could considered "explosives". Truthfully, she didn't have anything substantial within; just a few firecrackers and... a smoke bomb. If it were something to be worried about, the tech in this Hall would have sent her straight to jail already, as Apogee pointed out earlier. What she had there was but child's play compared to the fun toys she had stashed around the city.

With the simple muttering of 'bang', her guitar case erupted in smoke, pushing out a cloud of opaqueness around the area. Agnes dashed for the security of the cloud and for her packages, salvaging a few items she could; a super-soaker outfitted to become a flamethrower (though was lacking in ammunition), a taser gun, a few other smoke grenades, and a pack of chewing gum. Best way to pass the time. It was, after all, blowing things up in a sense.

Agnes darted through the smoke after retrieving her stuff and for the exit, intending to reach the scene of the riot while the action was still hot.

"I can hear them now," Agnes spoke to herself, still in a full sprint, "Ow ow, don't tase me bro!" She laughed to herself and made for the Cook County Jail, hoping to show the League just what she was capable of. Of course, she'd make a few stop along the way...