poorgirlsarcee: (what the)
Mira Greson ([personal profile] poorgirlsarcee) wrote in [community profile] nextgenerationmarvel 2015-06-21 03:55 am (UTC)

Seeing him she thought about darting back downstairs, but without weapons she would just end up tiring herself out. Standing her ground she glared at him, trying hard not to breathe too hard. Next time she decided to bolt up steps, she'd take an elevator, leave the running to someone in Cap's bloodline.

"Great noble asshole instead of the normal grade. And really Hell? That just screams more cliche. I really think I've seen this one too. Little salt, little holy water and a priest is all we need to clear this mess up. I'd add bad accents, but you already got it."

DK beeped on her wrist informing her through the vibrations that shot through her arm, that it was scared, it couldn't contact it's body. She clenched the hand into a fist trying not to show worry in her face. And you're not getting responses from the AIs in the building so okay, what now? I'm still rookie here and out of ammo now. She thought knowing there would be no way she could get to her room where she might have another Boomer.

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