[ Her middling, restrained voice grows muffled beneath her mask. It isn't the same one she wore back home, of course. That one is long gone. None of her clothes are the same, her makeup isn't quite as fine, her hair is short and shaggy as opposed to long and expertly pinned up... but she's still Emily Kaldwin. A fight, a good fight, well - that's quite welcome right now.
Her abilities here are quite different from the powers she'd had back home, yes, but she's learned to weaponise them regardless. Sliding off the stool, she lands softly on her feet, turning so her back is to the bartop. The neon lights illuminating the back walls glint off her hair, throwing putrid and sickly-bright shadows, bleaching the softness out of her skin, turning her hard and fragmented, turning her polygonal with harsh, cutting colour.
Her hand touches the counter, just lightly, and the glass shards begin to glow.
Her hand curls into a fist and slams - down, fierce, purposed - and the glass shards start to float in the air.
If Alucard touches them, he'll find them quite hot, like they're freshly blown, not yet cooled. They're not glued by her puppetry. He could pluck one out of the air, or he could pluck them all, if he cared to.
Slowly, her pursuers make their way to the back.
Emily glances back at Alucard, held in her peripheral vision. ]
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[ Her middling, restrained voice grows muffled beneath her mask. It isn't the same one she wore back home, of course. That one is long gone. None of her clothes are the same, her makeup isn't quite as fine, her hair is short and shaggy as opposed to long and expertly pinned up... but she's still Emily Kaldwin. A fight, a good fight, well - that's quite welcome right now.
Her abilities here are quite different from the powers she'd had back home, yes, but she's learned to weaponise them regardless. Sliding off the stool, she lands softly on her feet, turning so her back is to the bartop. The neon lights illuminating the back walls glint off her hair, throwing putrid and sickly-bright shadows, bleaching the softness out of her skin, turning her hard and fragmented, turning her polygonal with harsh, cutting colour.
Her hand touches the counter, just lightly, and the glass shards begin to glow.
Her hand curls into a fist and slams - down, fierce, purposed - and the glass shards start to float in the air.
If Alucard touches them, he'll find them quite hot, like they're freshly blown, not yet cooled. They're not glued by her puppetry. He could pluck one out of the air, or he could pluck them all, if he cared to.
Slowly, her pursuers make their way to the back.
Emily glances back at Alucard, held in her peripheral vision. ]
This is your final warning.
[ If he stays, he's in this. ]