[Jaida Connor]

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THIS TIME....

THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS TIME, SHE WAS READY!

Armed to the teeth, she was skating down sidewalk with her launcher at the ready and her zapper gun holstered at her hip. A pack of tools and oblong pellets since fuck Rolio ever messing with her ammunition ever again! Right now...things seemed chill enough...which made sense since there was time for Pro-Heroes, vigilantes, civilians defending themselves and...even villains working on cleaning this mess.

Obviously...it was gonna be a while before things were fully taken care of, but she planned on doing everything within her power to help. There was no way she'd just ignore the glaring issues, body counts and all that awful nonsense....she couldn't be someone worth looking up to if she did nothing. Plus, she wanted to help people...protect them and keep them safe...even if she was cast aside from ever going legit.

No one was gonna stop her from being a hero in her own way...

Though a familiar figure in the distance caught her eye and she squinted slightly beneath the visor, zooming in with the camera attached to get a clearer picture and..."...what's he doing out here?!" The dude ran a tea shop called the Bovine, a place she'd swing by whenever she was in the area for a quick snack before working on repair jobs for the day. Never really lingering for long, just always on the go-go-go...but SERIOUSLY, why was he just out here doing what looked like deliveries as if nothing was wrong?!

What did he do, shower in luck before starting the day or what?!

Either way, she never used his delivery service, but she knew it was a thing that existed...but the ground began shaking and she swiftly turned her head towards the direction of the pulses below. A shark that looked as though its flesh was rotting like some sort of zombie was moving with such an insane speed, the parasites gnawing away at its flesh managing to hang tight and....

..........."Ooooooooooh shit! DUDE, WATCH OUT!" Forgetting she wasn't close enough to be heard with ease, it would sound a little muffled and scratchy with the occasional auditory peaks. Deciding not to risk it for the biscuit, she picked up the pace and screeched out, "SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Before slamming her shoulder into the unsuspecting goat man while gritting her teeth to get him out of the way as the rotting shark creature with humanoid features brought its hand back before grabbing her head, tossing her across the way which caused her body to tumble and roll--

--OH FANTASTIC, GOOD START...

At least everything on her could handle the level of impact...it wasn't too too bad...

Using her elbow and shoulder to stop the roll before she could crash into something, she quickly yelled out, "I'M OOOOOKAY, NOW GET OUTTA HERE!" Shoo, shoo goat tea man! Go forth, frolic and be freeeeeeee from the insanity about to unfold!

THE LOOK FEATURED TODAY! damian 🐐

[damian]

Doing orders and delivery wasn’t something that occurred all too often so when the call actually came in that someone wanted something from his shop he was… Well surprised to say the least. Ears perking at thephone ringing practically nonstop while he made efforts to close down. They weren’t busy so it was an easy handle; he just wished he had someone that was currently available. Some days his temps or workers didn’t want to work. Today was just that. Which he didn’t mind.

So here he was out and about, looking at the address that he was given and the bag that he had slung over his shoulder. Some group of people really wanted some baked goods and tea but were in a meeting out here so they didn’t have the ability to get to his shop before it’d close. Not that that was a surprise.

Humming to himself he wasn’t really paying attention; kind of just in his own little world. Which is why when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise, his head turned and it was like in slow motion that he saw the rotting shark. A single blink brought it closer to him and his eyes widened. He was the only person on this street it seemed and the target was definitely him. His bag started to fall off of his shoulder just as he heard someone yell for him to watch out.

He didn’t get to see who shoulderchecked him but the goat man’s idea of using fire to defend himself in the street went out the window. Self preservation was a strong instinct and even though he didn’t want people to know he could do that he also really didn’t want to get creamed by some big shark.

He went flying to one side and took a tumble his hand had also been grasping at the bag, keeping it upright as he went before skidding to a stop using his hooves… On the side of a wall. It was like watching spiderman work. He’d stare at who had tackled him and what had attacked them both. He couldn’t just leave them right?

”I can’t just let you handle this on your own! Just tell me what we can do!”

Setting the order to hang off of a fire escape he’d grit his teeth; he wasn’t a coward so much as he just really didn’t like fighting. But given that this person helped him he had to return the favor somehow. If this was a zombie… Maybe heat would do the trick? He could potentially cook it from the inside if he got close enough without showing off his flames…

[Jaida Connor]

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"YOU CAN GET TO SAFETY, HIDE, GO!" Taking in a sharp breath, she pushed herself off of the ground and tapped her fingers together so the hover function of her boots would activate. Getting her back to her feet much faster, she kicked up some nearby debris...a soda can. Slamming it into her hip so it would be more like an aluminum disc, she popped it into the launcher, loading it up before sweeping it into her grasp. Taking careful aim, she mouthed off at the zombie shark, "HOW 'BOUT YA HAVE SOME IRON IN YA DIET, STINKY FELLA!"

As it let out a SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH, she held her breath and pulled the trigger so it would get lodged into the rotting shark's throat. Quickly, she balanced the launcher upon her shoulder while removing her zappy-pistol from its holster, skating up to it so she could get within range. Rapidly closing the distance, she held it up aaaaand....squeezed the trigger as a short jolt of electricity emerged. With the aluminum lodged in its throat as a wonderful conductor, it seemed to do a number on the bastard..."...well less like iron an' more like aluminum..." Rolling her shoulders into a shrug...she stood over it and....hoped it wasn't a person.

Though she was pretty sure it was some poor, innocent fishy that got mutated against its will...especially since that was the case before. Lightly scratching the back of her head with the proto-gun, she let out a heavy sigh, turning away from it to see if there were any other dangerous creatures heading over. Which...they were off in the distance as far as she could tell...it was tough to use her equipment to tap into nearby cameras since most of them were busted.

As she was distracted, though...the mutated shark's hand lightly twitched as it started reaching for her ankle!