Suddenly, Lisa is this reality's equivalent to Maul. Talking to other capes and their powers to avoid DOOM.
Well, wouldn't you break every law of man to avoid She Whose Rage Breaks Reality Itself?
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Lisa stared at the plain-looking man before her briefly, then shook her head no and shrugged, "No idea where she is, sorry. Have you tried the white pages?"
His power wants me to tattle on you. Not gonna. Connection to your Coronas is fluctuating... your headache will increase, Host.
I know, Power. As long as she doesn't slaughter us, and these two don't slaughter us, a headache is fine. Just keep him talking.
Ooohhh.... I can lie to his power! His power is a wasteful idiot.
Jack Slash narrowed his eyes, suddenly a little more interested in the teenager.
The naked, striped figure next to him poked him in the side and then gestured to the blonde.
"You do know who we are, don't you? You should be scared. But you're not? Why not?" asked Jack Slash.
Lisa shrugged, letting a little of her headache show on her face, "Because I could use an Ibuprofin, and because I've seen worse."
"Oooohhh! You've met the Siberian's candidate? Do tell! What's she like?"
Invite him to ice cream. And tell him.
"I'm going to get some ice cream. You two can join me and I'll tell you."
Jack grinned, delighted at a new response to him, "Certainly!"
She sees me...
As she walked, Lisa talked, "I met her once on the way to pick up dinner. She is nothing more than flesh and metal wrapped around a brightly glowing core of utterly transcendent rage fit to obliterate stars and tear down the walls of reality itself."
She comes.
"Now I definitely want to meet her."
With a flicker, a lean, seven foot tall figure in matte purplish armor appeared in front of Lisa, energy gun once again pointed at her head, slightly off-center.
"What."
Don't let her kill me!
"Sorry! Sorry! You're my only hope! The Slaughterhouse Nine found me!" squeaked Lisa.
She wants money to found a tech firm.
"They have huge bounties!" continued Lisa.
Taylor turned slightly, looking at the other two dimensional corners-not-corners with this cape, her senses warning her of the others hiding in the area... they were about as good at ambushes as a Plasma Imp. Probably just jumped out of dark places, too.
Yep, Taylor thought, that's the Siberian.
"Let's play a game!" Taylor said brightly.
"I love games!" replied Jack Slash, knife in his hand.
"It's called I kill you all!" answered Taylor, and stepped forward with a wide punch, then fired her plasma rifle at the armored cape ambushing her from the tree and darted off after the running one. She had a policy, after all... never let one get away.
Lisa watched in shock as the woman's fist - her fist - popped the Siberian like a soap bubble and then continued through Jack's head, turning it into little more than a fine red mist.
Killed their powers. Killed their Hosts.
The Siberian too? Lisa asked her power.
Trans-dimensional punch. Siberian Host remains is in a van two blocks South.
Lisa started heading South, using some paper napkins from a Boardwalk picnic table to wipe her face off.
Two blocks later, she encountered a van, stuffed overfull of, and leaking, a mix of fine red paste and strange crystalline biological material.
Power, what happened?
Punch sent a tiny fraction of the Power through his Hosts's Corona.
That's what a Power is?
It was. Can we go farther away now? Southeast there are no Slaughterhouse 9 members. And I'm scared.
Heading in the indicated direction at a jog, Lisa replied to her Power.
Me too. Do you think you can get Panacea's Power to calm her down so she can clear up whatever diseases Jack gave me when he got turned into vapor?