Hush you, Mister Natural Talent. At least you never got threatened with
mnemosurgery because you sucked at shooting and fighting in general.
She'd duck under the thrown objects, but it'd serve her right if Deadlock
tagged her anyway. But hey, things get weird if she says nice things,
remember that! So have tacky things instead, it's her natural talent.
"That's gonna be your job then, unless you wanna be the one to carry people
outta here." Look she can delegate. Also she can spy the form of what looks
like a human, maybe passed out in the next room. Flashpoint casually widens
the doorway, casting a worried glance at the roof, plating twitching as
embers bounce off of it. "Hang on!" The human only responds to her
touch with a soft groan and Flashpoint gently gathers him up in her arms.
Except he's not alone; there's another, smaller, figure beneath. One that
coughs and looks up at them with wide eyes, reddened by smoke and tears.
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Hush you, Mister Natural Talent. At least you never got threatened with mnemosurgery because you sucked at shooting and fighting in general.
She'd duck under the thrown objects, but it'd serve her right if Deadlock tagged her anyway. But hey, things get weird if she says nice things, remember that! So have tacky things instead, it's her natural talent.
"That's gonna be your job then, unless you wanna be the one to carry people outta here." Look she can delegate. Also she can spy the form of what looks like a human, maybe passed out in the next room. Flashpoint casually widens the doorway, casting a worried glance at the roof, plating twitching as embers bounce off of it. "Hang on!" The human only responds to her touch with a soft groan and Flashpoint gently gathers him up in her arms. Except he's not alone; there's another, smaller, figure beneath. One that coughs and looks up at them with wide eyes, reddened by smoke and tears.