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[hider=💀][color=silver][center]20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | [s]So[/s](ME)[s]thing[/s] On Your Mind
Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow
Hellspawn | Streetside Devil 
Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
[Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (4), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 604[/center][/color][/hider][/CENTER]

As the shadow bolt tore through the corridor towards its unaware target, Ciri held her breath in anticipation. And, come the satisfying moment of impact, she didn't even need to break her grin to telepathically spit out a curt, decisive: [i][color=#7e4393]"Bye."[/color][/i]

Except... [i]Huh?![/i]

From beneath the pieces of the freak's helmet, she could only see blue. Not red, not black, not whatever-the-colour-of-her-brain-was-supposed-to-be. [i]Blue[/i]. Streaming out in long strands like the bitch was in a L'Oréal commercial. 

Then the shotgun was trained back on her, held tight in a decidedly [i]living [/i]hand.

[i]Son of a— [/i]
 
Ciri reached for her own gun. The cosplaying freak was faster.

But not faster than a living shadow. In one swift motion, [i]It [/i]emerged from behind Viper, massive form colliding with her and sending her shot way off target. Ciri blinked, amazed one moment, pissed again the next.

[color=#7e4393]"You're late!"[/color] she shouted, the relief in her tone likely only noticeable to her partner. Her own gun was pointed now, aglow with a pink hue. Bullet or magic, one way or another, she [i]would [/i]finish the job. This cockroach couldn't keep surviving shit forever. [color=#7e4393]"Get her!"[/color]

Shots proceeded to be fired, literally — and in Ciri's case, also figuratively. She kept cussing telepathically into the unknown girl's head with such language and fervor it was a wonder Viper's head didn't explode [i](again)[/i] from that alone.

Maybe it was about to, because all of a sudden, she turned tail and bailed. Ciri had to do a double take.[i] No fucking way[/i] she was going to run away like a bitch [i]now![/i] After killing her gorilla and forcing her into such close proximity with a stinky-ass [i]weeb[/i]. Dude had wet dream material for life now, ugh! What were the rules for killing humans again? Bet [i]his [/i]skull would've been easier to pierce, thick as it was.

... Later. She had a cockroach and oh, right, [i]a dragon[/i] to catch, first.

[center][color=#7e4393]—[/color][/center]
At first, it seemed like she was making progress towards both at once; they were running in the same direction after all, and slippery as Viper was, Ciri had faith her quadruped shadow companion was faster. And it wasn't like they even needed to truly [i]catch up[/i] with her, anyway. All she needed was a clear shot, [i]once[/i], and she'd restrain that bitch where she stood, and [i]then [/i]blow her head off. No conserving mana anymore, it was all or—

Nothing?

Ciri's eyes flew open as they ducked into a side street after the more annoying of their two quarries, only to find her gone. What the...? Where'd she...? On the roof? Another narrow street? One of the buildings? Which one? [i]Where?![/i]

[color=#7e4393]"Your bitch-ass owes me a [i]gorilla!"[/i][/color] Ciri shouted, both audibly and through the telepathic link — which persisted a while longer, since she was aware that Viper had to be [i]somewhere [/i]nearby, but soon that petered out, too. She could've tried to look, could've employed the shadows that lurked in the corners to search. But if she did and her search turned up nothing, she'd lose the damn dragon, too.

Curing under her breath, Ciri pulled on her partner's ears and directed it back after their original target. Thankfully, it was a messier, less methodical runner. But it, too, had to be heading towards [i]something[/i], because it never left the backstreets, and not even once tried to find the space to take to the skies — the only place where she couldn't easily follow. 

Didn't matter. They were gaining on it. There, behind that corner, and they'd find—

[i]... More cosplayers?![/i]

The dragon man stopped, and so did Ciri and her companion. The dragon stared at the building, smoldering from what was probably a recent fire. Ciri stared at the dragon. Her partner stared at her. 

And then Ciri forced herself to look at the two pink elephants in the room, hands spreading in disbelief. [color=#7e4393]"What the [i]fuck [/i]is going on here?!"[/color]

Was that the pink-haired chick's [i]face [/i]on that dude's shield?![/color]