Post by Tweaker on Jan 17, 2022 0:46:46 GMT
Seemed like these glitzed up dummies were a bit more unflappable than the typical high-falutin fancypants hero types. The living Jackson Pollock canvas pulled another purple cannister out of her god-knows-where and tossed it at the leaping shark, covering its maw with a sticky layer of foam. Trying - and failing - to gnash its teeth, it opted to crash into the girl instead, sending her flying backwards. Unfortunately, Web Weirdo caught her before she could br | eak anything important, and - adding injury to insult, threw a HEFTY PUNCH directly into the shark's snout. The scene shimmered. The two other sharks disappeared before they even reached the kid's fists, the deep blue of the ocean floor faded, and the shark the boy hit shifted back into an eclectically dressed girl as she tumbled head over heels into the lobby wall. Shaking, soaked, she brushed herself off and rose to her feet.
"Gotta real slugger here," she muttered, pushing on her tilted jaw and POPping it back into place. "Fly like a butterfly, sting like a - hornet?"
She cackled as the swarm of tarantula hawks erupted from the piece of thrown meat, adding to the already ample chaos in the tiny lobby.
"Anywho - sorry, friends, but we've gotta get going, now. Just look at the time!"
With a flourish, she pulled a comically large alarm clock out of thin air, a pair of curling wires disappearing towards her other hand hidden behind her back. Then, tilting her head, she held the hand out, a stack of bright red cylinders perched on her palm. She tossed the bundled sticks and the ticking clock at the heroes, then ran, not for the broken drive-through window, but for the open vault door, pulling it closed behind her.
"Gotta real slugger here," she muttered, pushing on her tilted jaw and POPping it back into place. "Fly like a butterfly, sting like a - hornet?"
She cackled as the swarm of tarantula hawks erupted from the piece of thrown meat, adding to the already ample chaos in the tiny lobby.
"Anywho - sorry, friends, but we've gotta get going, now. Just look at the time!"
With a flourish, she pulled a comically large alarm clock out of thin air, a pair of curling wires disappearing towards her other hand hidden behind her back. Then, tilting her head, she held the hand out, a stack of bright red cylinders perched on her palm. She tossed the bundled sticks and the ticking clock at the heroes, then ran, not for the broken drive-through window, but for the open vault door, pulling it closed behind her.
