Victoria was injured, Amy triggered for a second time and now people are suspecting things about her. Some are beginning to blame her, some fear her, some feel disgust. Will it push her over the edge into villainy or will she find a way to calm the storm?
Twin Victories and Twisted loves
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"Miss Dallon, are you aware of what you did?" The director stared down at me, her silver eyes pierced through me. I felt her body, from a distance, they did not realise this new quirk I gained. She was broken, her body a mess, missing kidneys, damaged organs and almost no muscle mass. A pig was an apt description of the vile bitch. She was calm, eerily so.
Armsmaster stood at her side, his body on the other hand was tunes to perfection for a tinker. I felt Kid Win a few hours ago, it was like night and day in terms of physical performance. He too was calm, bored even, wanted to get away from here. I felt like a 80¢ Dean. His blue suit did not protect him from my power wishing to reach out to him.
Then there was mom, a lawyer, despite her facade she was tense, on edge and did not want to sit next to me surprise, surprise. They could've brought dad in and the situation might've been a bit better, he was functional this week and wasn't as judgemental as mom. I could probably make her body relax at this distance, give her some of the chemicals that fuelled Piggot despite her complete hatred of capes like me. Indifference would've been better than the scalding hatred she felt for me in this moment. This stupid facade of mother and daughter, adoptive daughter, she did not care at all. At least dad cared today, not that it mattered much. I wished Vicky was awake, I did not get the chance to bring her back completely. It's all that stupid clone's fault.
"Amy Dallon, if you do not speak, we'll be forced to detain you untill you do. A dozen murders and a clone of your sister that's a bit too attached to you and her original. In fact, it's so attracted to you two that we had to make whoever came near that, thing, sign an NDA." They were going to hurt Vicky, I couldn't just do nothing, I felt despair I wanted to help, on the offensive. My power just reached out, helped me, transformed one of the attacking capes into something else, a Victoria. One that loved me as I did her. The guilt I felt as that Vicky came to be, while the other one lay ina a recovery coma I induced as her brain was suffering from that cape. Brains were the one thing that I did not dare to touch, even with Vicky even with... The life I made, transformed, I remember how I did it. And I hated it I could just end it all now, my power came with the ability to improve myself, or simply end it all.
"They hurt hurt her, instantly, made her fall over. I couldn't help, they grabbed me with gloves coated in something rubber. I couldn't resist them, I just wanted to help her and then..." My voice trailed off, I felt tears drip down from my cheeks. I shouldn't cry, I was alive, in one piece and stronger. And Vicky was in a coma, if they brought her to me I could fix her, the clone was her, she was identical, I only had to remove the corruption that I placed inside the brain. My love for me, the putrid emotion I held inside myself for her.
"We need more details, the media doesn't know, the admins don't know, outside this room 10 people in total know and most are close to you." That was Piggots best attempt kindness. Mother wasn't saying anything, likely fuming still, a step away from forcing me to heal her brain and throwing me on the street. Might as well heal her and then kill myself.
"You can use the boyfriend to check if she's lying." Mother cruelly said. A little part of me wanted to make all her nerves scream in pain for a moment. Strangely I felt Armsmaster believed me.
"That wouldn't be necessary, we have received enough information on the job surrounding the kidnapping attempt to know neither Victoria or Amy incited it. Only the mastermind behind it is missing. And the fact that she became a double trigger whose abilities now far exceed healing, complicates things." Nilbog, that's what they're afraid of. I confirmed my own suspicions on accident, shit, that's what I'm in for. I wish they let me se her. I could make it right, make her mind work again. The cape was dead and she was still out.
"Afraid of another Nilbog, I just want my sister to be okay and you're already thinking whether or not throwing me in the Birdcage, a hole in the ground made out of glass." I clawed at my wrists, I wished for a cigarette, or something anything a hug, fuck I'd even accept one from Dean. He could get me to Vicky, sneak me out or something, fuck. Piggot got some emotional response for that, Armsmaster didn't and mother just felt some anger, probably at me.
"Miss Dallon, you've killed a dozen people with a parahuman power, created life and on top of that have been found unstable. No matter which way the law swings, there will be repercussions one way or another." There was a but here, Victoria was better at seeing the plots than I was. But this had some joining the Wards type of spill all over it, like that Shadow stalker bitch.
"Just a question miss Dallon. Were you able to affect brains before?" Armsmaster suddenly asked.
"Yes, know why I didn't touch them? I miss one fucking thing it's a different person, one tiny fucking change and... Well, you're grinding my ass for it. I fucked up bad, I needed them gone, and now there's a murderous Victoria in your custody right? In addition to the comatose one. That's why I didn't touch them the-" My self deprecation was brought to a swift end by Armsmaster.
"You don't have to justify it, it is understandable why you refused to do. I think everyone here would agree, especially in light of certain events. Not to mention the trauma of your second trigger event caused you to create something familiar, albeit, as you said, change one little thing, and the whole formula goes awry, that was something I can easily relate to." A strangely, human take? From him, I know none of the Wards really liked him, nor did Victoria. It eased my worries a tad, especially as I could feel that he wasn't actually faking it. Little escaped me now to the point I had to block most of it out. Thankfully the more detailed stuff came out only when u focused or I would've been responsible for turning people into giant jumbles of malformed flesh.
Piggot had a strange look to her now, I wasn't sure what it was with the weirdly calm internal chemistry of her body. This was fucking bullshit.
"Are we going to be held up any longer?" Mother asked. "Detain her or let us go." She did not ask me to see Vicky, she probably feared I would make another twisted version of her. Make the real Victoria love me. But I wouldn't, couldn't, I was disgusting, I deserved to die for these emotions, she didn't.
"You are free to go, this is a clear case of self defense, and under the effects of a trigger event, some slights can be forgiven." The director said. "Especially as it would have a serious impact on your reputation as a healer, if not the only reliable one in the world." I missed Victoria horribly already, she'd explain to me all the social nuances I couldn't give less of a shit about and the back handed threats she just gave me. This rage almost boiled over, I almost escaped, ran as far as I could towards Vicky, both of them. "We will see eachother soon miss Dallon." Mom stood up first.
"Thank you for your discretion director." Mother said and just left the room. She didn't say anything to me, not since the incident. Dad at least showed worry, about me, even when mom, the cops, and whoever explained. As we moved back I felt Vicky, out and comatose, I could fix it, probably in a heartbeat. But I could mess up, make her different, make her love me. Then I felt the clone, stronger, physically she was not human, the added forcefield made her worse. She felt me prying into her head. She sent me an emotion, lust, desire, need, wanting, a search for comfort and peace. A dark reflection of me, more extreme, more open about it. Not ashamed. I shook off the intoxicating feeling, someone showing worry about me. In the sterile white hallways we passed by troopers and office workers who paid us little mind. Near the elevators we saw Gallant in his uniform. He wanted to ask me something, his mind in turmoil, but we evaded him thanks to mother. That was one conversation I was not ready for. The guilt just exploded as he disappeared behind the elevator door. This was all my fault.
Armsmaster stood at her side, his body on the other hand was tunes to perfection for a tinker. I felt Kid Win a few hours ago, it was like night and day in terms of physical performance. He too was calm, bored even, wanted to get away from here. I felt like a 80¢ Dean. His blue suit did not protect him from my power wishing to reach out to him.
Then there was mom, a lawyer, despite her facade she was tense, on edge and did not want to sit next to me surprise, surprise. They could've brought dad in and the situation might've been a bit better, he was functional this week and wasn't as judgemental as mom. I could probably make her body relax at this distance, give her some of the chemicals that fuelled Piggot despite her complete hatred of capes like me. Indifference would've been better than the scalding hatred she felt for me in this moment. This stupid facade of mother and daughter, adoptive daughter, she did not care at all. At least dad cared today, not that it mattered much. I wished Vicky was awake, I did not get the chance to bring her back completely. It's all that stupid clone's fault.
"Amy Dallon, if you do not speak, we'll be forced to detain you untill you do. A dozen murders and a clone of your sister that's a bit too attached to you and her original. In fact, it's so attracted to you two that we had to make whoever came near that, thing, sign an NDA." They were going to hurt Vicky, I couldn't just do nothing, I felt despair I wanted to help, on the offensive. My power just reached out, helped me, transformed one of the attacking capes into something else, a Victoria. One that loved me as I did her. The guilt I felt as that Vicky came to be, while the other one lay ina a recovery coma I induced as her brain was suffering from that cape. Brains were the one thing that I did not dare to touch, even with Vicky even with... The life I made, transformed, I remember how I did it. And I hated it I could just end it all now, my power came with the ability to improve myself, or simply end it all.
"They hurt hurt her, instantly, made her fall over. I couldn't help, they grabbed me with gloves coated in something rubber. I couldn't resist them, I just wanted to help her and then..." My voice trailed off, I felt tears drip down from my cheeks. I shouldn't cry, I was alive, in one piece and stronger. And Vicky was in a coma, if they brought her to me I could fix her, the clone was her, she was identical, I only had to remove the corruption that I placed inside the brain. My love for me, the putrid emotion I held inside myself for her.
"We need more details, the media doesn't know, the admins don't know, outside this room 10 people in total know and most are close to you." That was Piggots best attempt kindness. Mother wasn't saying anything, likely fuming still, a step away from forcing me to heal her brain and throwing me on the street. Might as well heal her and then kill myself.
"You can use the boyfriend to check if she's lying." Mother cruelly said. A little part of me wanted to make all her nerves scream in pain for a moment. Strangely I felt Armsmaster believed me.
"That wouldn't be necessary, we have received enough information on the job surrounding the kidnapping attempt to know neither Victoria or Amy incited it. Only the mastermind behind it is missing. And the fact that she became a double trigger whose abilities now far exceed healing, complicates things." Nilbog, that's what they're afraid of. I confirmed my own suspicions on accident, shit, that's what I'm in for. I wish they let me se her. I could make it right, make her mind work again. The cape was dead and she was still out.
"Afraid of another Nilbog, I just want my sister to be okay and you're already thinking whether or not throwing me in the Birdcage, a hole in the ground made out of glass." I clawed at my wrists, I wished for a cigarette, or something anything a hug, fuck I'd even accept one from Dean. He could get me to Vicky, sneak me out or something, fuck. Piggot got some emotional response for that, Armsmaster didn't and mother just felt some anger, probably at me.
"Miss Dallon, you've killed a dozen people with a parahuman power, created life and on top of that have been found unstable. No matter which way the law swings, there will be repercussions one way or another." There was a but here, Victoria was better at seeing the plots than I was. But this had some joining the Wards type of spill all over it, like that Shadow stalker bitch.
"Just a question miss Dallon. Were you able to affect brains before?" Armsmaster suddenly asked.
"Yes, know why I didn't touch them? I miss one fucking thing it's a different person, one tiny fucking change and... Well, you're grinding my ass for it. I fucked up bad, I needed them gone, and now there's a murderous Victoria in your custody right? In addition to the comatose one. That's why I didn't touch them the-" My self deprecation was brought to a swift end by Armsmaster.
"You don't have to justify it, it is understandable why you refused to do. I think everyone here would agree, especially in light of certain events. Not to mention the trauma of your second trigger event caused you to create something familiar, albeit, as you said, change one little thing, and the whole formula goes awry, that was something I can easily relate to." A strangely, human take? From him, I know none of the Wards really liked him, nor did Victoria. It eased my worries a tad, especially as I could feel that he wasn't actually faking it. Little escaped me now to the point I had to block most of it out. Thankfully the more detailed stuff came out only when u focused or I would've been responsible for turning people into giant jumbles of malformed flesh.
Piggot had a strange look to her now, I wasn't sure what it was with the weirdly calm internal chemistry of her body. This was fucking bullshit.
"Are we going to be held up any longer?" Mother asked. "Detain her or let us go." She did not ask me to see Vicky, she probably feared I would make another twisted version of her. Make the real Victoria love me. But I wouldn't, couldn't, I was disgusting, I deserved to die for these emotions, she didn't.
"You are free to go, this is a clear case of self defense, and under the effects of a trigger event, some slights can be forgiven." The director said. "Especially as it would have a serious impact on your reputation as a healer, if not the only reliable one in the world." I missed Victoria horribly already, she'd explain to me all the social nuances I couldn't give less of a shit about and the back handed threats she just gave me. This rage almost boiled over, I almost escaped, ran as far as I could towards Vicky, both of them. "We will see eachother soon miss Dallon." Mom stood up first.
"Thank you for your discretion director." Mother said and just left the room. She didn't say anything to me, not since the incident. Dad at least showed worry, about me, even when mom, the cops, and whoever explained. As we moved back I felt Vicky, out and comatose, I could fix it, probably in a heartbeat. But I could mess up, make her different, make her love me. Then I felt the clone, stronger, physically she was not human, the added forcefield made her worse. She felt me prying into her head. She sent me an emotion, lust, desire, need, wanting, a search for comfort and peace. A dark reflection of me, more extreme, more open about it. Not ashamed. I shook off the intoxicating feeling, someone showing worry about me. In the sterile white hallways we passed by troopers and office workers who paid us little mind. Near the elevators we saw Gallant in his uniform. He wanted to ask me something, his mind in turmoil, but we evaded him thanks to mother. That was one conversation I was not ready for. The guilt just exploded as he disappeared behind the elevator door. This was all my fault.
PLEASE DO NOT GET SCARED OF THE TAGS ITS NOT AS BAD AS IT SEEMS I SWEAR
Kylia Quilor
I Have Two Moods, and Bitter is One of Them.
- Location
- Hiding in the corner of your vision.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well, you have my complete and undivided attention. 👀
A warning, Amy being a pathetic angry wreck will be a running theme
Kylia Quilor
I Have Two Moods, and Bitter is One of Them.
- Location
- Hiding in the corner of your vision.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
And? Amy is a pathetic angry wreck for most of Worm. That is why I love her.
1.1
Mom wasn't talking about me, dad was worried, which was nice. I didn't really have friends to check up on me or to complain to, besides Vicky. They were arguing and didn't notice me leaving the house, we'll, Carrol fucking did and kept going after dad. Bitch.
There was something at the back of my head constantly urging me to go forward. An unease, I kept using my power. It ticked me off, I condensed the mass of the random bacteria on me. Even fixed my lungs, cleared them of the tar, but didn't move the nicotine addiction. It was one thing in my control and I left it there. Then I realised something. I could touch up my physiology to a decent degree. Better than that of others. My power was providing me with the blueprint for things I imagined. Optimising my physiology, did it work with touch? I did turn those villains into goo and Vicky with the newly added range of my power. Would it help me make people stronger with no experimentation, if I wished it, would I be able to do it? To fix Vicky?
I couldn't know, same as I was aware I could alter things, but not to the extent of making life, or cloning it. Were the heroes paying attention to me? I couldn't tell. I went around and found an old decaying tree. I felt it suffer. Well, I felt the fungus, the parasitic bugs and some strange worms that lay inside it feasting. Almost losing control I began to absorb it, quickly, it was an oak, half destroyed with it's leafless canopy being eaten by the unforgiving elements of Brockton. First I absorbed the parasites that inhabited it into the tree, then I began to find a structure I fancied for my body. Nothing outwardly different, in fact I could even keep the weight same. The excess material would simply become food for the new form. As for the design, I went with nothing fancy. Now retractable claws, no wings nothing. I simply bolstered my organs, bones, muscles, eyes and skin. Despite some objection from my power, I kept myself susceptible to nicotine. Did I feel different? Not really, the tree was gone though, as was all the life attached to it. I didn't have much of a point of reference as to how strong I was now. But I guess my body was more efficient at everything and my eyesight improved. I could easily focus on blades of grass. Which was whatever, really. I was still Amy Dallon physically. It didn't even change my genetic makeup much. Thought, I felt like it wanted to I was a resilient human now, not a superior one. Which was fine by me, but I wasn't dying before I helped Vicky.
What do you do when you can turn people into soup by simply being near them? Fuck if I know. Victoria might just spring up some angelic wings, no power, I'm not doing that, and fly around healing people and kicking ass. While I just, don't fucking know. I barely do anything on a good day. The most I do in a week is heal, hang out with Vicky and hate myself afterwards. Even the people on the street barely recognise the fact that I exist. And I'm the only major healer on East coast. They only tend to notice when I'm in costume, then everyone is dying of cancer while having nothing more than herpes.
I wish Vic... Amy... Kill yourself.
Just absorb Lung into my mass, storm PRT hospital, help Vicky and just blow myself up. That's would make the world a better place.
"Hey girl, whatcha doing in this part of town." Three guys surrounded me, apparently my random wandering lead me into one of the worse parts of the town, the Asian one to be exact. I did not have the patience or the will to give a fuck about this. I scanned their bodies not the healthiest, some drugs and poorly healed injuries. I focused on their legs and arms. Then proceeded to give them extreme neuropathic pain. They quite literally fell over screaming, unable to move at all. I passed on as if nothing happened. If PRT was watching, who gave a shit. If they couldn't stop this shit on the regular, why the fuck is it my problem when I defend myself.
The few onlookers who looked to be not in the best shape either gave me a wide berth.
Then something odd happened, there were quite a few bugs acting strangely. Strangely as in, not in control of themselves kn the odd occasion. Something greatly changed their neural pathways(or whatever the fuck bugs had) and it would stop. It happened in a manner which just reminded me of someone travelling inside a car. Probably a cape, an new one, unknown or something in between. Whatever, I wasn't looking for trouble. The bugs weren't doing anything either.
My phone rang. It was dad, I wanted to answer. But all things considered, he probably just wanted me home, do a little speech, be normal for a few days and then forget to take his meds and become a doll for a while. I was too angry, too motivated to do things, fuck. What was wrong with me, is this what a second trigger is? You just become stir crazy as shit?
The fuck do I do? They're certainly not letting me near a hospital in the foreseeable future if only... I saw a hobo on the street. Tall man, greasy hair to the point it melded together into an ugly display. He lacked a few teeth, and a few were horribly decaying. Badly healed knee, one finger missing and something that was causing partial blindness in one eye. He wasn't even begging, just sitting next to his shopping cart half awake.
I came up to him. He looked at me in a weird way. Nothing was said I froze his physical form. No mind control. Reluctantly I touched his cheek. A light sickness and bacterial infection, the knee a few parasites and one of his toes was rotting. The organs too were in a bad place, damaged by homelessness if I had to guess. I used some of the overwhelming material that enforced my own body to help repair his. It was easy, easier than before. I fixed him up in less than a minute and some of his DNA wasn't as it used to be, but I don't think he was going to complain. I also reduced the speed of his metabolism and the way it processed food, more use, less waste. If he wanted to he could eat grass and leaves. I just left and kept him frozen untill he left the range of my power. That was probably terrifying on his party but he'll get over it, probably. I think my area of effect was around ten yards. A bit more if I had to guess. Don't care, I pushed it all back.
The day was coming to a close. And I've done little in the grand scheme of things. Dad called again and I decided to answer.
"Amy, god, where were you?" He sounded worried, guilt ate away at me. The only person worried about me in this very moment, well there was another one, but he was family and that thing was just disgusting wish fulfilment. They should just kill her. Mom knows what weaknesses Vicky has and it would probably translate well on a slightly stronger clone.
I checked the road I was on. "Crossing of Revon and Helmsley." I hung up, there was no point in talking, I was going to be quiet on the way back as well.
There was something at the back of my head constantly urging me to go forward. An unease, I kept using my power. It ticked me off, I condensed the mass of the random bacteria on me. Even fixed my lungs, cleared them of the tar, but didn't move the nicotine addiction. It was one thing in my control and I left it there. Then I realised something. I could touch up my physiology to a decent degree. Better than that of others. My power was providing me with the blueprint for things I imagined. Optimising my physiology, did it work with touch? I did turn those villains into goo and Vicky with the newly added range of my power. Would it help me make people stronger with no experimentation, if I wished it, would I be able to do it? To fix Vicky?
I couldn't know, same as I was aware I could alter things, but not to the extent of making life, or cloning it. Were the heroes paying attention to me? I couldn't tell. I went around and found an old decaying tree. I felt it suffer. Well, I felt the fungus, the parasitic bugs and some strange worms that lay inside it feasting. Almost losing control I began to absorb it, quickly, it was an oak, half destroyed with it's leafless canopy being eaten by the unforgiving elements of Brockton. First I absorbed the parasites that inhabited it into the tree, then I began to find a structure I fancied for my body. Nothing outwardly different, in fact I could even keep the weight same. The excess material would simply become food for the new form. As for the design, I went with nothing fancy. Now retractable claws, no wings nothing. I simply bolstered my organs, bones, muscles, eyes and skin. Despite some objection from my power, I kept myself susceptible to nicotine. Did I feel different? Not really, the tree was gone though, as was all the life attached to it. I didn't have much of a point of reference as to how strong I was now. But I guess my body was more efficient at everything and my eyesight improved. I could easily focus on blades of grass. Which was whatever, really. I was still Amy Dallon physically. It didn't even change my genetic makeup much. Thought, I felt like it wanted to I was a resilient human now, not a superior one. Which was fine by me, but I wasn't dying before I helped Vicky.
What do you do when you can turn people into soup by simply being near them? Fuck if I know. Victoria might just spring up some angelic wings, no power, I'm not doing that, and fly around healing people and kicking ass. While I just, don't fucking know. I barely do anything on a good day. The most I do in a week is heal, hang out with Vicky and hate myself afterwards. Even the people on the street barely recognise the fact that I exist. And I'm the only major healer on East coast. They only tend to notice when I'm in costume, then everyone is dying of cancer while having nothing more than herpes.
I wish Vic... Amy... Kill yourself.
Just absorb Lung into my mass, storm PRT hospital, help Vicky and just blow myself up. That's would make the world a better place.
"Hey girl, whatcha doing in this part of town." Three guys surrounded me, apparently my random wandering lead me into one of the worse parts of the town, the Asian one to be exact. I did not have the patience or the will to give a fuck about this. I scanned their bodies not the healthiest, some drugs and poorly healed injuries. I focused on their legs and arms. Then proceeded to give them extreme neuropathic pain. They quite literally fell over screaming, unable to move at all. I passed on as if nothing happened. If PRT was watching, who gave a shit. If they couldn't stop this shit on the regular, why the fuck is it my problem when I defend myself.
The few onlookers who looked to be not in the best shape either gave me a wide berth.
Then something odd happened, there were quite a few bugs acting strangely. Strangely as in, not in control of themselves kn the odd occasion. Something greatly changed their neural pathways(or whatever the fuck bugs had) and it would stop. It happened in a manner which just reminded me of someone travelling inside a car. Probably a cape, an new one, unknown or something in between. Whatever, I wasn't looking for trouble. The bugs weren't doing anything either.
My phone rang. It was dad, I wanted to answer. But all things considered, he probably just wanted me home, do a little speech, be normal for a few days and then forget to take his meds and become a doll for a while. I was too angry, too motivated to do things, fuck. What was wrong with me, is this what a second trigger is? You just become stir crazy as shit?
The fuck do I do? They're certainly not letting me near a hospital in the foreseeable future if only... I saw a hobo on the street. Tall man, greasy hair to the point it melded together into an ugly display. He lacked a few teeth, and a few were horribly decaying. Badly healed knee, one finger missing and something that was causing partial blindness in one eye. He wasn't even begging, just sitting next to his shopping cart half awake.
I came up to him. He looked at me in a weird way. Nothing was said I froze his physical form. No mind control. Reluctantly I touched his cheek. A light sickness and bacterial infection, the knee a few parasites and one of his toes was rotting. The organs too were in a bad place, damaged by homelessness if I had to guess. I used some of the overwhelming material that enforced my own body to help repair his. It was easy, easier than before. I fixed him up in less than a minute and some of his DNA wasn't as it used to be, but I don't think he was going to complain. I also reduced the speed of his metabolism and the way it processed food, more use, less waste. If he wanted to he could eat grass and leaves. I just left and kept him frozen untill he left the range of my power. That was probably terrifying on his party but he'll get over it, probably. I think my area of effect was around ten yards. A bit more if I had to guess. Don't care, I pushed it all back.
The day was coming to a close. And I've done little in the grand scheme of things. Dad called again and I decided to answer.
"Amy, god, where were you?" He sounded worried, guilt ate away at me. The only person worried about me in this very moment, well there was another one, but he was family and that thing was just disgusting wish fulfilment. They should just kill her. Mom knows what weaknesses Vicky has and it would probably translate well on a slightly stronger clone.
I checked the road I was on. "Crossing of Revon and Helmsley." I hung up, there was no point in talking, I was going to be quiet on the way back as well.
Of course the buffy fan likes crazy characters
Kylia Quilor
I Have Two Moods, and Bitter is One of Them.
- Location
- Hiding in the corner of your vision.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
My favorite Buffyverse characters are Amy Madison, Faith Lehane and Wesley Wyndam Pryce
Another very good chapter. So Amy's second trigger has given herself the ability to both biokinetic herself, and to do biokinesis at range, then?
Even more so in Ward(less angry,more sad)
Kylia Quilor
I Have Two Moods, and Bitter is One of Them.
- Location
- Hiding in the corner of your vision.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
*to the tune of "we don't talk about bruno"*
We don't talk about Ward oh no no