[Sodium_noir] Re: Team Scarab to the Rescue!

[FlameFlash]

> The Scarab, Bastette, Sugar Kane, the Ahazu
> Gold, Silver, Red, ... Demon
>
> >Sugar ignored the monster of a man.  Her normally vivacious attituded
> >had been muted in a quiet trade-off for survival.  She was smart
> >enough to not try to make the situation any worse than it was without
> >some reason behind it.  Tossing her glance to the floor, she let her
> >fingers reach for the rope.  It seemed so close and the hurt of
> >rubbing her wrists raw seemed inconsequential at the moment.
>
> The knot was in her hands, seemingly falling into her palm. With a little
> working the began to come loose in her hands.
>
> And then ...
>
> The window imploded and sent glass flying into the room. The shock of the
> silver clad figure bursting into the room sent the weasel guy flying, but
> the giant bland thug hardly flinched at all. hardly, but not entirely
> unfazed by the sudden attack. His attention was on the mercury clad form of
> Bastette.
>
It was now that Bast wished she hadn't left her staff in the
Scarabmobile.  It's always much easier when she had that extra foci,
especially one so in tune with her... but she seemed to have the drop
on the situation.

Extending her claws, for part of the ritual required some form of
attacking posture, she let her body prepare for the unearthly howl for
the second time today; right at the beast she had sensed since she got
there.  As the ritual began and she rose from the floor she realized
she needed to most certainly sit with her new suit and come up with
rituals that involved it more dramatically.  A spinning staff
certainly outclassed weaving claws any day... feeling her Avatar
momentarily pull at the strange Resonance of the suit compared with
the nature It was used to, yet it adapted quickly, embracing the
change.

Was her scream actually louder?  Her Avatar hadn't rebuffed the suit,
it had embraced it, as though the two had always been meant to act in
concert, as though a part of the pull to Gotham itself had been for
this very night.

So in the end, not only did she feel her scream bolstered by her own
magicks through Life, but also the suit's soundsystem, aplified
outward, echoing, creating a cacaphony of noise that not only
hopefully flung the beast from whence it came but would freeze the
blood of those mortals who should have known better than to work with
something like that.

((OOC:  Same Life1/Prime2/Spirit3 rote as before, pumping the same
amount of quint per turn (2) but this time seeing what the suit could
possibly add by way of drama and focus rather than the staff and
blowing hair.  Her eyes, if they'd been visible, would again be
black.))

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