Melatina
Laspia wasn't a greedy girl. She would've been perfectly content to leave with a mere 20m dollars, allowing the bank to cut its losses at that. However, it seemed that her generosity simply wasn't to be appreciated. Thrice she'd been interrupted, and that was clearly thrice too many.
As the world around her shook, ground overturned and pipes ruptured from the wind-spirits all-too-nosey interventions, the Slime Queen rapidly melded into her human form -with a few difference. Most noticeable were the changes to her hair and the additions of crowning decor. Contrary than the streamlined pony-tailed style she'd usually adopted, her hair now flowed like a river delta branching off into many differing whip-like streams of slime as numerous and dexterous as a squid's tentacles. Crowning her revamped coiffure was a slimy piece of regalia, a diadem.
Her expression was cold and imperious as she narrowed her eyes toward the third impediment of the day. As was often said, the third time truly was the charm, and this third balk in her plans had truly charmed her. She was the Schleim Kaiserin, was she not? Which Sovereign scuttled about like a rat as they went about their business?
She'd been far too timid in her earlier approaches, her actions clearly lacked the grandeur that a Monarch ought to have. Now, she would correct that.
"...No. We grow weary of this farce. We shall not be denied a fourth time."
She could feel the detached segments of her body being washed away as rescue operators worked to free her hostages. Prior to this, she wouldn't have minded, she'd expected such a thing to happen after she'd left. But now, she was fed up. She found these repeated resistance movements against her intolerable; this now included the efforts at purging her slime from the building.
Brandishing the segments of her hair like tentacles, she latched onto the ruptured pipes and nozzles, siphoning the steady streams of water and converting them into fuel for her slime. As the amount of slime on her body grew, she increased not in size, but instead in density. As a direct display of this, her light purple slime rapidly darkened as it became heftier and more solidified.
Snorting in a fashion dismissive of her opponent, she clenched her hands into fists -the gallons of water she was rapidly absorbing being condensed within her palms. When she unfurled her slimy fists, two purple marbles lay within then -so dark they appeared almost black. The marbles sunk into her palms, swirling through the slime-current high-way of her body until they'd settling at the tips of two of her slime-feelers. With the harsh crack of a whip striking the air, her tentacles lashed out, slingshotting the two slime-orbs.
One orb -rather a bomb- went straight for the air spirit, exploding mid-air and releasing a sweeping wave of slime that threatened to fill the room. The other orb went sailing out of the restroom at an angle, exploding as it hit the walls of the hallway and coating them in a slick ooze.
Gwenrhian
"Then that settles it!"
A look of glee settled onto her face, as she pressed her palms against the building's ledge, sending her body into free-fall. It was a long way down, surely a death sentence for those who had neither the durability to survive a tumble from a skyscraper nor the ability to propel themselves through the air. However, despite lacking both those attributes, not even the slightest hint of apprehension could be seen on the girl's face. In fact, her lips had been splayed in a goofy grin, and the excitement on her face couldn't have been any more apparent...well, it would've been, if not for the apparel that obscured one's view of her expression.
"I'll take point, Neira takes rear and Nerys -support!"
The rushing wind carried her orders upward to the ears of her waiting siblings, who all sprung to motion just as she had. Whipping off her cloak, she stored all her weapons and auxiliary items inside her storage belt, save for her visor. She'd been observing the fight for long enough to come to a conclusion. Killy's ability was either metal manipulation, electromagnetism, or telekinesis. While she couldn't outright rule out any of those abilities, she found metal manipulation the most probable. Killy did not fight like an electro-master, and she'd seen nary a spark of electricity during the whole battle. At the same time, his insistence on only propelling cogs, scrap metal, and other metallic substances made metal manipulation more likely that telekinesis.
That being said though, her knives would only be a hindrance to her no matter which power the man had, and thus she'd chosen to stash them. Although it was a loss to her combat potential, she had come equipped with other weapons and was no stranger to CQC.
Laspia wasn't a greedy girl. She would've been perfectly content to leave with a mere 20m dollars, allowing the bank to cut its losses at that. However, it seemed that her generosity simply wasn't to be appreciated. Thrice she'd been interrupted, and that was clearly thrice too many.
As the world around her shook, ground overturned and pipes ruptured from the wind-spirits all-too-nosey interventions, the Slime Queen rapidly melded into her human form -with a few difference. Most noticeable were the changes to her hair and the additions of crowning decor. Contrary than the streamlined pony-tailed style she'd usually adopted, her hair now flowed like a river delta branching off into many differing whip-like streams of slime as numerous and dexterous as a squid's tentacles. Crowning her revamped coiffure was a slimy piece of regalia, a diadem.
Her expression was cold and imperious as she narrowed her eyes toward the third impediment of the day. As was often said, the third time truly was the charm, and this third balk in her plans had truly charmed her. She was the Schleim Kaiserin, was she not? Which Sovereign scuttled about like a rat as they went about their business?
She'd been far too timid in her earlier approaches, her actions clearly lacked the grandeur that a Monarch ought to have. Now, she would correct that.
"...No. We grow weary of this farce. We shall not be denied a fourth time."
She could feel the detached segments of her body being washed away as rescue operators worked to free her hostages. Prior to this, she wouldn't have minded, she'd expected such a thing to happen after she'd left. But now, she was fed up. She found these repeated resistance movements against her intolerable; this now included the efforts at purging her slime from the building.
Brandishing the segments of her hair like tentacles, she latched onto the ruptured pipes and nozzles, siphoning the steady streams of water and converting them into fuel for her slime. As the amount of slime on her body grew, she increased not in size, but instead in density. As a direct display of this, her light purple slime rapidly darkened as it became heftier and more solidified.
Snorting in a fashion dismissive of her opponent, she clenched her hands into fists -the gallons of water she was rapidly absorbing being condensed within her palms. When she unfurled her slimy fists, two purple marbles lay within then -so dark they appeared almost black. The marbles sunk into her palms, swirling through the slime-current high-way of her body until they'd settling at the tips of two of her slime-feelers. With the harsh crack of a whip striking the air, her tentacles lashed out, slingshotting the two slime-orbs.
One orb -rather a bomb- went straight for the air spirit, exploding mid-air and releasing a sweeping wave of slime that threatened to fill the room. The other orb went sailing out of the restroom at an angle, exploding as it hit the walls of the hallway and coating them in a slick ooze.
Gwenrhian
"Then that settles it!"
A look of glee settled onto her face, as she pressed her palms against the building's ledge, sending her body into free-fall. It was a long way down, surely a death sentence for those who had neither the durability to survive a tumble from a skyscraper nor the ability to propel themselves through the air. However, despite lacking both those attributes, not even the slightest hint of apprehension could be seen on the girl's face. In fact, her lips had been splayed in a goofy grin, and the excitement on her face couldn't have been any more apparent...well, it would've been, if not for the apparel that obscured one's view of her expression.
"I'll take point, Neira takes rear and Nerys -support!"
The rushing wind carried her orders upward to the ears of her waiting siblings, who all sprung to motion just as she had. Whipping off her cloak, she stored all her weapons and auxiliary items inside her storage belt, save for her visor. She'd been observing the fight for long enough to come to a conclusion. Killy's ability was either metal manipulation, electromagnetism, or telekinesis. While she couldn't outright rule out any of those abilities, she found metal manipulation the most probable. Killy did not fight like an electro-master, and she'd seen nary a spark of electricity during the whole battle. At the same time, his insistence on only propelling cogs, scrap metal, and other metallic substances made metal manipulation more likely that telekinesis.
That being said though, her knives would only be a hindrance to her no matter which power the man had, and thus she'd chosen to stash them. Although it was a loss to her combat potential, she had come equipped with other weapons and was no stranger to CQC.
