14940/Half a Dozen of Swords, Same as the Other
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| Half a Dozen of Swords, Same as the Other | |
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| Date of Scene: | 17 May 2023 |
| Location: | Downtown Metropolis |
| Synopsis: | Stabbageddeon |
| Cast of Characters: | Spiral, Monet St. Croix
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- Spiral has posed:
It's a day off from the Squad and as such, Spiral has found her way into the city and is in the middle of a discount department store, four arms holding a swath of clothes across her lower arms. With a set free to look. "None of these work. Damnit I was hoping Harls would help me with the new costume..." The pupilless heroine says with a frown but she keeps looking.
- Monet St. Croix has posed:
And then from behind Spiral, there's singing, "She's a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world.. Life is plastic, that's fantastic.. You can brush my hair, and touch me anywhere..." It's a very, very familiar singing voice no doubt.
Her own.
- Spiral has posed:
Spiral pauses look up as if she was trying to look into her own head. "I don't remember thinking that." She says to herself before turning around and spying... A mirror?
"No!" She says to her copy and drops the clothes in her arms to the tile floor. "I don't know who you are but damn... you look good but I want to slap that stupid face of yours."
- Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's a grin from Spiral, "I look great." She would flash her arms over, each of her palms going to hold up over in a mirror. "I look the best of all, don't I?" There's a flash as a half dozen other of herselves go to appear around her.
If Spiral is able to pick up on it or not (even if she cares) there's that mania, that level of psychoticness emanating off herself as she would be looking about. Each of her bobbling their heads around.
- Spiral has posed:
"God Damnit." Moans Spiral as she watches herselves spread out like a deck of cards during a trick. "I'm getting a refund from that therapist." She sighs to herselves.
A long glance around as she reaches into six different pocket dimensions and each hand grabs a different handle, Spiral pulls into this world a trio of different swords, a small buckler, and a bow and arrow which she silently notches. "Except for you, I'm going to take you home and show you off to Harls." Spiral says before rushing forwards towards a white haired would be assassin swinging her swords at it and losing the arrow at another.
- Monet St. Croix has posed:
Spiral goes to grin over at Spiral, "So this is the game? Sure. It's fun. You know what it's like! The thrill of it. The joy. The carnage." Her mania has taken over her, even as she goes to charge in over at Spiral! The clones rapidly vanish into nothingness, as three swords go up to block the slashes at her, a fourth hand goes to pop up to catch the arrow and fling it away! the two hands that aren't occupied each go to transform thier blade into a mace, trying to swing at her!
- Spiral has posed:
There's no flinch, there's no hesitation from Spiral as she watches the swords turn to maces mid swing and the weight caused the arc to slow enough that a single blade will be enough to protect herself from the blow. Being angry though, Spiral spins another sword into something shorter, sharper, faster and a kama is moving to slice the arms OFF for daring to use something like a mace... "Dumb cunt." She says in insult to her mirror self.
- Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's an -ow- over from Spiral as her arms float down towards the ground, cleanly cut off. There's a flash of cybernetic parts hitting adn the sound of a -clank-. "I liked those." She would move to kick out over at Spiral, leg flashing and giving an enhanced blow to try and slam into Spiral's stomach.
"Fortunately I have spares."
- Spiral has posed:
Spiral quickly steps back as she looks at the arms on the ground, the hand holding the kama shifts quickly and flourishes with the weapon before the metal and handle warp to end back in a curved japanese style blade. "No you didn't. You hated them and you hate yourself." Spiral says with a snarl before lunging forwards with a feint.
- Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's a *POP* as Spiral goes on the attack, and Spiral's suddenly behind her by a dozen or so meters. "I've always wanted to try this one!" Her arms go to twist in sadistic glee. "KAMMEEE-HAMMMEEE.." A huge ball of energy appearing in her hands. " HAAAAA!!" Blastin time!
