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Lucy / Nyu Diclonius - Nobody District Delta Healing Vectors x3

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One by one, the NPCs fell, with their bodies riddled with holes, or their skulls caved in, their faces carved into grotesque rictuses, made frozen by thousands of volts of electricity in their veins. The smell of blood hung thickly in the alleyway. That, combined with the way the two walls seemed to squeeze in on Jack, made him almost think he was back home in Rapture. He closed his eyes, and ghostly smell of rotting flesh and cold seawater, mixed into the abominable odor of home, seemed to intrude upon the scene.

Then, the assassin—his senses honed by a hundred fights and the Gene Tonics that brought him ever closer to monsterhood—heard something behind him.

With the grace of a predator, Jack spun on his heels, raising his revolver—two shots, a voice in the back of his head told him, you have two shots left—and aiming it right at Lucy’s hiding spot, right where her head would be. He nearly pulled the trigger from pure instinct, but stopped himself just in time, when he spotted her. Lowering his weapon, Jack moved towards the Diclonius.

"Who…" His mind suddenly clicked—she was merely a bystander. Not a fighter, or a victim. It took Jack’s body a moment to remember such things existed. Back in Rapture, deep beneath the sea, there were no bystanders, no innocents to not harm, save the Little Sisters. Even after a year’s time, such habits—reinforced by time and by the deaths of his foes—were infinitely hard to break. “Who are you?"

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Lucy was right. The man with the electric hand slaughtered the others who challenged him. It was a display of carnage in that alleyway, second only to the corpses the mutant left behind. And while the victor relished his kills, the Diclonius was reminded of a time of desperation. Killing off human just to survive, to sustain herself, at such a young age... They did this to her. They deserved it.

With the carnage out for scavenging, all she needed to do was wait for the man to walk out of the alley so she could pick a gun for herself. In her focus, however, she'd managed to tip a glass bottle over with her foot. Not very noticeable to the average person, but for the man with the volts, he had another target. He turned and held his gun up, ready to fire upon her. Although taken by surprise, Lucy did her best to ready herself for whatever might happen. Her vectors might not block bullets anymore, but they could keep her body intact in a pinch.

Instead of firing, the man only walked closer, a curiosity in his words. If the Diclonius was able to, she'd have removed his head the moment he came in range. But that wouldn't happen for a long time. Now, to the question. Who was she?

"The last human to ask me that didn't live long enough to hear an answer. Just go away. Those bodies have things I want."

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[!] Help a Little Buddy Get Around?

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Claptrap folded his arms into his body and tucked his wheel up underneath him. He began shaking violently and kept screaming things like “OH PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!" and “I DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT DEATH FEELS LIKE!" But after a few moments, he realized he might be overreacting. Surely if his new minion wanted him dead, he would have been dead already. Claptrap is almost smart enough to tell when someone was bluffing, he did play poker with a bunch of weirdos with ugly faces.

"I’m not going away! I’m going to stay exactly three feet away from you! And I am not as hopeless as the humans! If anything I’m MUCH MORE hopeless than them!" He unfolded from his body and stopped shaking. Claptrap seemed proud of that statement.

"Hey now! I have told a bunch of people what to do and only a small number of them have gotten hurt or died! So you can trust me! Also, lady, I’m a robot, I don’t pray….unless it’s to get a girlfriend or some friends." The small robot threw his arms into the air. “If it really makes you feel all strong and powerful, I can pretend to be all scared and when you’re satisfied with that, you can show me around!"

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And there was the familiar feeling of being in control. Vectors or not, Lucy had this robot shaking in its bolts. If only she could capitalize on this moment. At best, all the mutant might do was walk away and make the bot believe that she'd spare its miserable existence. That same glare of indifference remained on her face as it screamed for mercy. Not even when it began defending itself did her expression change.

"More hopeless? All the more reason to get rid of you, then. I think I've left you alive long enough."

...Actually, not only was this robot hopeless and helpless, it was pretty much useless. Even if she did have her vectors, destroying this machine would have been a waste of her energy. It was akin to a small child who only wanted attention and acceptance.

"..."

"Actually, I've changed my mind. You're a lucky little thing. You get to live a little more."

With any actual luck, Lucy and the little robot would end up exploring the city together. It didn't help that the Diclonius really didn't know her way around the city, either. They would make the strangest traveling companions, wouldn't they?

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beatus vir [closed]

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There Jack was, his back to the wall, pistol in one hand, Electro Bolt primed and ready in the other. His enemy? Half a dozen thugs. NPCs, every one of them. Two had firearms, the rest had switchblades—except for one fucker with a length of pipe. That guy, he was fucking huge. Bigger than Jack, even.

As expected, they were trash-talking him, none of them wanting to be the first one to rush the guy with the gun—and the lightning flickering from his hands.

“You, my friend, are a dead man! I’m gonna gut you for what you did t’Jimmy!”

“Yeah, slice his fuckin’ face up!”

They were in front of him and the only exit was behind them. Poor bastards. At least they had a way out, when they realized that they were absolutely fucked. If he had the lack of self-control, he would’ve smiled.

As soon as the first man charged, Jack hit him with a bolt of electricity, rendering him a twitching mess—one that Jack silenced by sinking a .455 into his frontal lobe. The others took this as their sign to attack, and who was Jack to deny them? In moments, the fray was met, Jack dancing around their blows, ignoring the cautious pot-shots taken by the two with firearms towards the mouth of the alleyway…

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From her spot in the alley, Lucy could see this unfortunate confrontation perfectly. It was one against six, every human armed with some sort of weapon. Things certainly weren't going to end well for them. At least one person was going to die. Once they cleared out, the mutant would have to make a point of taking whatever weapon she could from any leftover corpses. If she were fortunate, she might get a gun.

The humans were taunting each other, cursing and yelling. The Diclonius couldn't make out all of what they were saying, but it was obvious that they had something against the man with the electric hand. They had something against the abnormal one.

Lucy watched as humans began dying, one by one. How easy it was for life to be lost, how easy for anyone to take the life of another. Bullets went soaring through the air. If only the mutant had her own abilities restored. It wouldn't take long for all of them to be blood and guts on the ground.

Even though the one with the electric hand was outnumbered, all the odds looked to be in his favor. He was taking them on without fear, as if he knew he was going to come out on top. All Lucy had to do now was wait for the inevitable conclusion. And also hope that no one saw her. Pink hair tended to be a little conspicuous.

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To have lost all power in her vectors was the last thing Lucy needed in this city full of humans. This was a city of lambs to be slaughtered, and the bucher's knife was plastic. Things were as they were years ago, when the mutant was unable to help herself, much less anyone else. If anyone made a remark about her horns, all she could do was glare. She could feel the sentiment all around her. These people thought she was a freak. They thought they were better because she was different.

Oh, she would show them.

Avoiding even more stares from the crowds, the Diclonius ducked into an alleyway. The dark and dank atmosphere felt all too familiar. Without her vectors, it was almost as if she was that same child from all those years ago. A powerless individual without someone to prove she wasn't the monster everyone said she was. But the times had changed. And if they wanted a monster to laugh at, they could look in a mirror.

And yet, in this alley, it looked like people had a different monster to deal with.

Further on, Lucy could make out a group of people. One individual was holding his own against the others, and though he held a conventional weapon in one hand, it was the other that piqued the mutant's interest. If she wasn't mistaken, electricity was coursing through his skin. She walked closer to the unfolding events, making sure to keep a safe distance and not be seen by any of them.

Was that man going to be alright, or would he need help facing those people alone? How pathetic. Given the opportunity to do some good, to prove that she isn't a monster, and she can't even take it. 

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felix furem [dare]

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Crow spun on his heels as he felt his hat being whipped off his head at the hands of a stranger darting past. Usually he was the one who stole things from people, not the other way around. 

“Hey you! Gimme that back!”

His hat was one of the first things he’d found and made his own since he  learned the concept of ownership. It was part of the strange awesome outfit he’d picked out for himself, and it wouldn’t be complete without it. Crow was fast on his feet and the girl would have to run quickly if she was going to escape. 

“What’s the big idea, huh? Oh, I know. You want my hat’s cause it’s pretty cool, but you can’t have it! Get your own hat ‘cause I’m taking mine back!”

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Ah, what mischief could be had from taking the clothing of other people. Nyu had no intention of keeping any of those items forever. Walking around in such a getup was about as strange as Lucy with that stupid green hat. The girl was having too much fun just running around with each little article on her person, although the owner of that hat seemed pretty annoyed.

The mutant could hear her victim give chase, but she was nowhere near as fast as he. He must have thought she was actually going to steal it. In her own childish way, Nyu jumped a bit into the air with as she ran, landing down and stopping herself before turning to her pursuer with a great smile.

"Okay! You caught me!"

Emphatically, the girl removed the stranger's hat from her head and held it out in front of her. She still had one shoe and a pair of glasses left to return, but she'd had enough fun. 

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felix furem [dare]

Sunday was a very strange day. People acted much differently than they normally would have. That was Nyu's observation, anyway. Everyone was going around hitting each other, kissing each other, asking strange questions... It didn't seem like anything too bad! Kouta wouldn't think too badly of her if she participated, right?

The smiling mutant was told to steal three articles of clothing from three different people... That would certainly be a little tricky. Nyu's best bet was to see how many people were at the park, and then go about her ordered mischief there. Things that seemed the easiest to take were the girl's preferred targets. As she walked around, people gave her strange looks... Mostly directed at her horns, anyway.

And thus, an idea.

"Hmm... Oh!"

Taking off into a run, the mutant headed for one person and snagged their hat. Another, their glasses. The last, one of their shoes. Don't ask how she did it. Her childish charm is all she needs. All that you need to know is that there's a pink haired girl with a mismatched hat, some odd glasses, and only one shoe running around a park.

So, who are you? Are you watching from a distance, wondering what was wrong with her? Or are you trying to get back something she stole?

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dare go steal the clothing items of 3 different people and wear them around

Steal three different items of clothing, huh? Let's see... who'll be the one to undertake this...

"I can do that!"

...So. Who wants their stuff stolen from them?

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Citta Meme Sunday

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Ask the character/mun: Ask the muse whatever you want for them to answer IC; or ask the mun a personal question to get to know better or to get an OOC answer [although we would like to keep these at a minimum]!

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Situation: Give the character another character or characters, a place and a reason in order to create some interesting thread ideas (if both parties are willing to do it that is)! For example: You could send an ask to Ventus saying: “Roxas, Sector oo6, clothes shopping”.

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

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“Out of the way!” sounded the brunette as she pushed past the pedestrians towards her destination, that being to save a girl who was going to be obliterated by a vehicle.

Others simply watched the scene unfold, occasionally throwing insults and remarks at Nilin while she continued the staggering pace. Damn it, why can’t they simply move out of the way? She could understand why no one bothered to help: they only cared for their own well-being. Why must they put themselves in harm’s way for another when they could be safe watching from the distance. She understood, but didn’t mean she approved that sort of mindset. It reminded her too much of the high-class citizens of Neo-Paris.

Seeing the vehicle closing in on the girl brought Nilin panic. At this rate, she would arrive too late! There were too many people in her way and the girl simply stood there…as if she wanted to be crushed.

“Dammit!” she muttered, “How do I get there quick—oh!”

With seconds to spare, the woman came to a full stop and unleashed her power. As soon as it had been activated, she launched into a full sprint at a rate that was faster than what most humans could run. Her arms and legs were covered in what looked like small floating white particles. Sensen Fury, as she called it. Ignoring the many people who were pummeled, she finally reached the young girl and charged at her, managing to push her out of the way. The pair tumbled across the pavement just as the vehicle skidded past.

“Oof!…You okay?”

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There wasn't much between Lucy and the truck barreling down the road. People on the side of the street stayed rooted in their places, frozen by the horrifying spectacle they thought they were about to witness. It would be a head-on collision; a thirty-ton steel deathtrap against the fleshy mass of a seventeen year old mutant. And under normal circumstances, the mutant would win.

Lucy stood her ground as the truck driver attempted to get her to move. All the Diclonius had to do was utilize her vectors and surround herself with them. Their sheer power would meet the sixteen wheeler with deadly force, obliterating the vehicle and the poor person inside it. All it had to do was get within five meters of her. With space to spare, Lucy readied herself to use her vectors... only to find out they weren't working.

Was this some sort of trick? Now, of all the times for those vectors to fail? Lucy was confident in herself. Any second now, her vectors would appear and destroy the object in her path. Any second now. And on the off chance they never appeared, it wasn't as if someone would go out of their way to save a girl they'd never met-

...Er, I spoke too soon.

A rushing body tackled the mutant out of the way of the truck as it collided with a nearby building. The gathering crowd divided there. Half the spectators examined the structural damage, and the other half concerned themselves with the two girls. When Lucy hit the ground, she hit the ground hard. Her head slammed hard against the street and one of her horns was struck. When the mutant recovered and looked at the other girl, there was no malice in her expression. Only innocence.

"Am I okay...? Did something happen? Where am I?"

Hey, it's Nyu. Looks like you got lucky.

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[!] Help a Little Buddy Get Around?

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Yes, yes, this one looked great! Claptrap stopped in front of his new minion. “Ohohoho! You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? Terrifying but slightly arousing, I like it!” The little bot scooted closer. “You know, you remind me of someone I know back home on Pandora! You’re like a bandit but not as crazy! At least as far as I can tell, I mean you haven’t tried to set me on fire or anything yet. But man, you just have the air of a bandit and that’s pretty great for my first new minion!”

Claptrap totally ignored the threat, or simply didn’t hear it over his own talking and continued on his merry way. “So, don’t bother telling me your name because I will simply not call you it! Because, I DON’T REALLY CARE! But I’m Claptrap, you new lord and master! Aaaa~aand as your new lord and master, I request that you show me around this place!” Suddenly he stopped. “Hey, wait, what? Tear me apart? PFT! …ohpleasedontkillme. I’M TOO PRETTY TO DIE!” He zoomed a few feet away keeping his distance from his new minion. “This is not how this minion/master relationship is supposed to work!”

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It had barely been five minutes around the robot and Lucy was already more irritated by its presence. It didn't know when to shut up. It likened her to some sort of mindless bandit. And while Lucy could be mindless sometimes, she was no bandit. Sure, she slaughtered whole families just to use their house for a night, but she was no bandit. As the robot rambled on, the mutant stared down at it.

The contraption declared itself the lord and master of the Diclonius. Pfft. Even the greatest and most powerful rulers in the world could not control Lucy's power. Every passing second had become one that the robot hadn't been taken apart. Wasted time. Once it realized Lucy's threat, though, it fled a short distance. At least she could still make things fear her without trying.

"I said, go away. I won't let you tell me what to do. You're as hopeless as the humans."

"If you go fast enough, you might have enough time to say a prayer before I destroy you."

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“…”

A normal person should  have been rendered incapable of moving after an accident like that. But Shiki wasn’t new to being knocked around and tossed into things. If anything, this was close to being just another day on the job, except she wasn’t actually fighting anything. She could hear some of the people nearby gasping when she started to sit up. All except for one. The girl she’d took a bullet for, who was standing right over her. ‘That’s right’ Shiki told herself as her eyes met those of the diclonious. ‘This was what I acted for’. 

Completely befitting of her situation, Shiki managed to muster up a smile. Those eyes that looked down at her weren’t filled with anything a normal human’s would be in this situation. No fear or apprehension of any kind. It was like she was deciding, whether or not to kill shiki where she lay. The very same eyes as SHIKI. The same eyes as her own.

“You plan on killing someone today, don’t you?”

Her words came out as a whisper as she came to stand on her feet. Audible only to the woman in front of her. She could see it.. She was seriously planning on killing someone. Anyone. It didn’t matter who. What she couldn’t see was her reasons. But this much was enough. She’d found another one of those rare people. Someone almost like herself.

And it excited her.

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There was something different about this sacrificial lamb. After taking a hit from a speeding truck and colliding with a lamp post, any normal human would have been rendered incapacitated. However, this girl acted as if she'd not been affected at all. The display of resilience didn't leave much of an impression on Lucy. As far as the mutant was concerned, her savior was still all too easy to tear apart. All humans were.

As the girl stood up, she spoke words that were barely audible to the crowd that was forming. Only Lucy could hear them, and they didn't surprise her at all. It wasn't hard to see that the Diclonius intended to kill a human. Any human. All humans. They were all the same. Her glare stayed locked on the other's face.

"Does it matter? You humans are destined to die."

"I was born to make sure of that fact. If it wasn't for the scientists, everyone here would cease to exist."

If only Lucy's vectors worked the way they were supposed to. Whatever the scientists did to her, they were going to change it back. One way or another, the mutant would become what she once was. It was only a matter of time before the ultimate weapon of human destruction was repaired.

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[!] Help a Little Buddy Get Around?

A little robot, waist-high on an adult in height comes up to you with a strange yellow exclamation point above his head. He literally rams right into you and points up at you. “You!” It says in a shrill voice. “You are now my minion! And yes, you should be honored that I picked you of all people! Well I mean you all look pretty stupid and horrible and smelly (good thing I can’t smell) but, I like the way you loo—er—walk! Yeah, let’s go with that!” He circles around you. “You look better than the Vault Hunters I worked with already! I mean only time will tell if you’re as crazy as one of ‘em, BUT I like surprises!”

“Aaaanyways, here’s the deal buddy! You have to show me around this crazy HUGE AS HELL city. Because you see, I’m used to smaller towns with A LOT of bandits screaming for their mommies or talking about how they just ate their girlfriend, so obviously I need a bit of help getting around and finding out where I guess I’m supposed to live? How about it, minion?! I’ll give you a high-five if you do it!”

Level: 1                                                                       Difficulty: Normal Rewards: $.10                                                                                    10 XP

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With the fiasco of the sixteen wheeler behind her, the mutant girl did what she did best: she kept on walking. The realization that her vectors were severely weakened made Lucy angrier than she usually was. Oh, if she could restore herself to even a fraction of her power. Then these humans would get a preview of their apocalypse. All the Diclonius wanted to do was pick up that discarded pencil on the sidewalk with her vectors and send it flying into someone's skull.

Instead of her abilities, Lucy got an annoying little alarm clock. The machine drove into the mutant's side and interrupted her path and her thoughts. Although the mutant had never seen a contraption like it before, the way it acted made her want to destroy it. And the way it spoke aggravated her even more. Her? The creature born to end human life? Minion to a useless machine? The Diclonius stared at what she assumed was the creation's face. Underneath her composed mask lay a creature dying to tear this scrap metal apart.

"...Go away."

"The last thing you want is for me to tear you apart."

Alas, Lucy is no Vault Hunter. But don't worry, Claptrap. If she had the means to destroy you, she'd have done so by now.

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suffert tentationem [open]

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There were many things that Shiki never considered herself. Among those, she had never considered herself a hero. She did the things she did because they were a part of her work. Very rarely did she do something out of the goodness of her heart, something she thought for the longest time she no longer possessed. For that matter, she had never considered herself a good person. Certainly not the type of selfless individual who’d lay their life on the line to protect someone they didn’t know.

“Tch!”

So why did she move? Was there something about that woman’s borderline idiotic act that set her off? Why would she care about someone willingly stepping into the path of a truck? They clearly had a death wish, right? But maybe that was the reason. The fact that she thought that way, but the woman’s face said something else entirely. Etched across her face was the look of a cold blooded murderer. Someone who believed they would have destroyed the truck and the driver with ease. Maybe, more than anything, it was curiosity that drove her to push the woman out of the way.

And take the blow in her place.

The truck had hit the breaks, which greatly reduced the  overall force; but it still caused sufficient damage. Shiki’s body was sent flying, hitting a nearby lamp post before falling down onto the floor in a slump.

“Why the hell did I..”

She was starting to think that maybe her act of ‘heroism’ wasn’t worth it.

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Lucy stood firmly in place, staring down the human behind the wheel of the large truck. Any moment now, those vectors of hers would slice through the vehicle's steel, kill the driver, and leave the mutant relatively unscathed. All it had to do was get into her range. Five meters would have been safe, but two meters would work just as well. The sixteen wheeler came closer, and the Diclonius willed her vectors to utilize their destructive power.

But it never came.

There was a split second of shock that she experienced, a fraction of a moment where Lucy doubted herself. She could feel that her vectors still existed, but it was as if they'd been disabled. The arms formed, invisibly, behind her, but they did not have the power they once held. For being in this city less than an hour, it appeared that the Diclonius would experience death again. And then she was shoved out of the way as someone sacrificed their own well being.

The mutant fell to the ground, a cut or two forming on her exposed skin. Lucy recuperated quickly, getting back to her feet as the people around the accident began crowding. The trucker got out of their vehicle, ready to give the Diclonius an earful. A quick glare in their direction silenced them before they could begin. With that dealt with, the girl made her way, slowly, towards the nearly limp body of her savior.

She should have just put the human out of her misery. Being hit like that, and then hitting a lamp... That enough would cause a good amount of damage. And yet, Lucy found herself simply standing over and staring at the girl who saved her life. Should she returning the favor? Or would she be betrayed once more?

"...Was it worth it? Does it hurt?"

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suffert tentationem [open]

Lucy stared at the television screen with indifference.

She didn't care what the man on the other side of the glass had to say. When she found him, she would rip his head off, anyway. Until then, the mutant departed the strange room she'd found herself in, and stood in the middle of a bustling city. There were so many people passing by... So many humans who deserved to die. Just... not right now.

Aimlessly, the Diclonius walked, horns hidden from the rest of the world. In their stead was that hideous green hat Kouta had placed on Nyu. People stared at her as she passed, casting their gazes as if she were some sort of strange freak. In that respect, she was a freak. She was a monster. She was a murderer.

Ignoring the humans around her, Lucy kept on walking. She'd walk until she felt tired, find a little place to stay for the night, and kill the people living inside. Rinse and repeat. As of right now, however, the mutant kept walking ahead. Her eccentric appearance allowed her just enough space for herself; no one wanted to be so close to someone so strange. It was only as she was crossing one street did things get more interesting.

A sixteen wheeler came barreling down the street, obviously out of control. Those who were in the crosswalk noticed the impending danger and ran back to the sidewalk for safety. But Lucy kept walking. The vehicle's horn sounded, warning her to get out of the way. At this sound, the Diclonius stopped and faced the speeding truck, ready to cut it in half with her vectors.

It came closer now, and Lucy prepared herself... But, no vectors. Not that she realized it at the moment. To everyone else, it looked like a strange pink haired girl was about to end up splattered on the street.

And that's where you come in.