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[animezinglife]

Major Songbird spoiler below.

I'm serious. This is not one of those minor spoilers you can forget about and experience the same way knowing it, so don't read it if you haven't finished the book.

I'm convinced Carissa is physically incapable of writing non-meaningful sex scenes, but can we just appreciate the entirety of the symbolism of Mische being the one worshipped on Atroxus's altar? By darkness?

It being one of the most liberating moments of her life when she experiences what that type of intimacy can be like when it's no longer duty and an abuse of power, but love?

I freaking love Carissa Broadbent.

[shattertheprism]

November 6, 20X6

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When the fog cleared, she stood tall over the three thugs. Normally she would have a quip for when the police came in, but she didn’t have time.

She panted, her eyes now solid balls of light. The lines on her suit pulsed brightly, beating in time with her heart. Even without a mask, there were little tricks she had picked up from her mother to keep people from being able to look at her properly, bending the light around her face to distort it just enough to make her unrecognizable.

She needed to go. As soon as the police had them in cuffs, she was gone. Back to the rooftops, back home. She could feel the thoughts slipping into her mind. There was more to do, more issues in the world that needed solving, a system that would only tolerate outliers like her just long enough for them to be useful before throwing them into a pit.

A fire burned in her stomach, thoughts of justice, vengeance, violence. She was the protector of the earth, not the people that lived on it-

Penny shook her head. Another block. Preston would leave the window open. She could feel him, steady and unmoving like a rock at the bottom of a raging sea.

And she was the ship weathering the storm.

[shattertheprism]

November 6, 20X6

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They didn’t know what hit them.

In her defense, neither did she.

Penny was quick to shift from one thug to the next, her arms swinging fluidly as her feet glided across the linoleum floor. One hit turned to two, two turned to four, four to ten. Her assault on these men would almost seem cruel if they weren’t caught trying to rob a place.

Half of it was her training, a swift heel palm strike, a disarming swipe to relieve one of the thugs of their rifle. The other half was that echo in her mind, that invisible wind that guided her movements, twisted her wrist to add just a little more oomf into her hits. Penny was dancing two different jigs at the same time, and she could only hope that she had it in her to finish both before she exhausted herself.

[shattertheprism]

November 6, 20X6

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She dove towards the translucent wall, a hole forming in the center for her to slip through. It was times like these she was glad that Preston had steered her away from a cape.

As she moved past the wall, it faded away into nothingness. Roll forward, spring up, a blue gauntlet punched a rifle upwards, keeping herself far too close for the gunmen to try and shoot her without endangering their fellow thugs.

Penny slipped between them, a grin on her face as she bobbed and weaved between them, expertly moving around as they tried to hit her with their rifles and fits.

But her moves weren’t her own. Penny could feel the reins slipping, her body was reacting to all of the extra information that her brain could pick up, but didn’t consciously process. The teal lines on her black bodysuit pulsed with a dull glow.

She could feel it in her heart, beating in a different rhythm. She needed to slow down-

“Pen. Breathe. Take the guns, kick them out”

The words lacked Preston’s normal growl. He knew when these things happened, he knew it wasn’t the time for his callous aggression.

She nodded, even though she knew he couldn’t see it. She pushed her hands out again, a thick cloud surrounding herself and the thugs. In an instant, the outside world ceased to exist.

She had sealed them in here with her.

[shattertheprism]

Noveber 6, 20X6

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“Penny, the bullets.”

He felt the need to remind her. Sure, she might have powers now, but she was far from bulletproof.

She let out a swift grunt of acknowledgement. He wasn’t being a buzzkill, he was being a brother… Which might debatably be worse in some ways.

The Dawnwarden, as she was known as, pushed her hands forward with a slick grin on her face. Vapor, a fine blue mist shot out of her fingertips, and coalesced into a blue wall that protected her. While the construct was solid, that blue vapor rose from the wall like steam, trying to escape the construct that it was molded into.

With a moment to think, she could finally get a read of the situation. To be more accurate, Preston was reminding her in her ear what she has just jumped in to. She was in a corner store, three armed thugs shooting at her as a handful of civilians sat near the cash register counter.

Her eyes darted around. It was a cramped scene, but she could make it work.

[shattertheprism]

November 6, 20X6

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Chaos, screaming, guns.

Preston couldn’t help but let a dry chuckle slip through his lips as he could see through the city. This wasn’t his forte. Not in this role, not with this tech, nothing. He should have known better than to assume that Penny would listen to anything he’d have to say when she was in the moment.

The every camera in the city was an eye he could see through, every radio frequency an ear he could hear from. As much as he hated this technology, all of these back alleys that he could barely understand, he couldn’t deny how effective twenty year old equipment even today. He hated every time he had to roll up to this desk, every time he entered in that old password. But even if Penny refused to listen to him, he needed to be on the line.

“Or… You know. That.”

If anyone could get a smile out of him, it would be the one woman who lived life fearlessly. With a sharp laugh ringing out in the little earpiece, he could hear her announce herself as if the exploding glass wasn't enough of an entrance.

"Come on, guys. Really? When The Dawnwarden is on shift?"

[magnifigoat]

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