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Jennifer (Jen) Williams

Age: 17
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual

Personality:
Despite all that she's been through, Jen actually turned out to be strangely normal. She's nowhere near insane, has values, and always knows what the hell she's doing; including when she's killing mass populations. Heck, she doesn't even really enjoy electrocuting a couple thousand people! It's just that, compared to her values, the need for revenge (and paranoia) weighs more on the scale. Jen fully believes that killing others for the remote chance that she'll have ended a scientist, thus avenging her friends and family (as well as letting nobody else go through what she did), is the right thing.

That being said, it's easy to think that Jen's a stubborn person, with morals/values that pretty much don't exist. In reality, she's the easy-going type of person that does whatever they want on whims; with the exception of killing people, it's easy to get her to change her mind. When she's with people that aren't going to die, she's actually a nice (albeit sarcastic) person. It's not particularly hard to get her into a rage, though she probably won't act on it with others on her side, but when purposely provoked by enemies she'll enter into a calculating, deadly silence. Half the time, she's being her normal, lazy self. She's also known to hide pain and any other such emotions under a very well-made mask of normalcy; something that she developed over the years. Large injuries don't faze her anymore either, from the same reason.

However much Jen may not like, well, killing, she enjoys 'playing' with other elementalists whenever she can; usually on a whim. She isn't afraid of her ability, nor of anybody else. Curiosity and her own flawless control of her powers tend to lead to idle conversation with her victims; before she gets bored.

Likes:
Sleeping
Cookies
Music
Guitars
Not working
Lightning
Snow
High places
Freedom
Sunset/sunrise

Dislikes:
Staying up overnight
Commitment
Insects
Fire
Loud noises
Being tired
Coffee
Cold

Biography:
Jen grew up in a well-off family, with plenty of siblings that could have whatever they wanted. When she was a child, everything was pretty much perfect. Jen was never bullied, treated badly, or was denied anything at all. She was the daughter of people who were rich, arrogant and spoiled, so she became like them; and she grew accustomed to never having to hide her supernatural, inherited control over lightning. Her life was carefree, even as she started to help her parents out and meet new people. She wasn't the firstborn, so she didn't have any responsibility, nor was she the youngest.

That was all fine, until a certain group of scientists came by one day. They wanted Jen, as well as her parents, to consent to having tests run on her for abilities' sake. To their astonishment, her guardians refused, they were accustomed to the power they'd always held, and simply didn't see the need. The scientists left, but only came back weeks later when, by some magical incident, Jen's parents were murdered. Her family fell apart, but they never caught her. On her twelfth birthday, she hadn't been home; but with a relative. Said relation, seeing the danger, hid her away with whatever inheritance she had; before the relative, too, was killed.

From then on, at the sight of the scientists again, Jen knew what they were trying to do. It was that time, right after the second murder, that she was the closest to being caught. Only an accidental burst of lightning saved her from years in a laboratory, one which burned her pursuer to a crisp so she could get away. Mustering up all her willpower to not break and stay alive, she managed to jump from city to city, always hiding until the telltale signs of scientists, murders of any made new friends, forced her to leave. This was how Jen lived, without the company of anyone, watching everyone around her die, for three years. She went through a period of depression and almost suicided multiple times; along the way. Until she met and joined a superpowered group, that had gone through what she had escaped, with common interests.

Ever since then, Jen has been helping them; actively playing a part for revenge. After all, she was sure that there were probably more elementalists out there besides them; and the killing of all scientists (and anyone else) would save them from her pain. It was, to her, totally worth it.

Element: Lightning

Powers:
Cache: The ability to create and access her own interdimentional storage space from any location. (which usually contains projectiles)
Storm: Jen can summon/create thunderstorms at any time, any weather, and at any place. This usually works in conjunction with her elemental powers, strengthening her.
Construct: The ability to create weapons from any property of steel/metal. The more complex, the longer it takes.
Flight: The ability to fly at high altitudes.

Skills:
- Quick Thinking
- Culinary skills
- Precision
- Visualizing structures

Weapon:
Any and all objects that can be used as projectiles. Jen randomly picks them from her storage; which contains things from normal rocks to knives/swords (which are usually her creations).

Strengths:
Usually follows through with what she needs to do. Jen is straightforward and doesn't hide when faced with a dangerous situation. She also has quick reflexes, can multitask, and analyzes before acting.

Weaknesses:
Jen does not feel obligated to help anyone, even if that someone is on the brink of death (but she may do so on a whim, or if she has a connection to that person). She often spends too much energy in short periods of time. Because of that, she can only really fight in short battles.

Fears:
Being blackmailed, swimming, complete darkness.

Relationship status: Single
Romantic interest: None for now

Current relationships:
TBA

Detailed appearance:
Jen is relatively short, being 5ft.4in. Upon first glance she usually seems skinny, although she's not. She has long, kept, dark brown hair that goes past her shoulders with turquoise eyes, framed by relatively fair skin. Jen likes wearing loose clothing, usually with shorts or capris, that's easy to move around in. She's fit, but doesn't seem to like running around much (hence the flying). Out of everything, she hates being dirty and always has a new change of clothes; via. her storage ability or elsewhere.

So begins...

Jennifer (Jen) Williams's Story

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#2011-11-28 08:10:38, as written by Renmiri

Jennifer Williams
(San Francisco International Airport)

Like shooting fish in a barrel. Except I'm pretty sure this is easier. Another white-yellow streak of electricity, led on by single, half-finished blade, ripped apart the metal connecting airplane to wing. Moments later, after mere seconds of tumbling in the air, the mass exploded into pieces when meeting gravel; undoubtedly killing every person within. Now, instead of the daily comings and goings of aircrafts, only a short, dark haired girl flew by in the sky. Below her, and everywhere around, lay the rubble of dozens of planes, and a couple hundred --or maybe a few thousand-- burning, crushed corpses. It was difficult to believe that the scene didn't come from some post-apocalyptic movie, minus the guilty. The once-pristine airport had turned into a mechanical, metal-filled graveyard. And only an hour ago, it was teeming with life.

It took several seconds of aimless floating before Jen could safely say that the air was hers, at least for the moment. It was only then that she allowed herself to break, just for a moment, for what she had wrought; the disaster she'd caused. She could imagine the faces of the dead easily enough as they crashed to die. Tears and guilt tumbled before those faces turned into all her friends and relatives, everyone who'd been killed instead of her for over half her lifetime; and, just as easily, the tears disappeared into bitter hate. Sighing, she shook her head to pull herself from the half-trance, returning to normal. I do that every time, don't I? Looking around at the scene, she quickly wiped her eyes on her sleeve in exasperation. I know it's a shame that you'll die for this, but it's worth it to get rid of those scientists. If you were in my shoes, you'd do that too; if not for revenge and pain's sake, to stop anybody else from a history like mine.

A minute later (and now sober), she lighted down on the rock and debris-covered cement, taking her sweet time among the --to her (and probably Maxi)-- tool-filled wreckage. Not like I'm meeting up soon anyway. Might as well make a use for the metal, as if anyone's going to for a long while. With that in mind, ever so often she stopped, leaned forward, and took a handful of scrap metal, a random door, or even rocks; whisking them off into her storage space as soon as she grasped them in her hands. Over the span of half an hour passed, before Jen's somewhat peaceful silence was disrupted by the growing noise of a helicopter and rushing footfalls of a couple armed men. I'm surprised there was even anyone left. What are they, the scouts? I hate it when the government and police do stupid things. It took them only seconds to surround her sides, lift their weapons and fire; before even the helicopter got there.

So they're allowed to fire on sight? Who knew they could learn? But they really should get here quietly. Because even before the police had set themselves up, the crackle of electricity had already filled the air. Now, with a small piece of metal in each tip, two streaks of lightning, like shots off a railgun, incinerated the projectiles from both directions and punched holes through two men, bulletproof vest or no. Railguns are several times faster, aren't they? A split second later, Jen vanished into a flash of lightning; only to reappear behind the left attacking group. Before they even realized it, a handful of rocks had burned holes into their bodies; most of which through the brain. It's cruel for a slow and painful death, no matter the degree of idiot. The second group, now having witnessed their uselessness, turned to flee; only to die the same way in their third step.

And that's that. I can't believe I'm getting used to this. As the last annoyance, the helicopter, came into range, a dark patch of storm-cloud brewed over the airport; obscuring the open space in shadow. Jen, now continuing on her way and casually walking back towards the city, shot it a sad smile before a distinct bolt of lightning arced from above; bringing the machine to flames like so many others before it. The cloud dissipated almost immediately afterwards, just as Jen herself changed into her element, a farewell. Well, then. I guess I should probably go meet up with someone. If I'm done, they ought to be. A second later she stood upon a tall building, overlooking the Bay Bridge and the ruin around it. Definitely Maxi, from the looks of it.

From her vantage point, it was easy to see Maxi as he dealt with a survivor, then turn away. But what appeared afterwards with said survivor puzzled her for a moment, before she broke into a smile. So there's other elementalists here? If they're not with us already, they'll probably try to stop us, right? Then there isn't even a reason to move from here. Genuinely feeling lazy, Jen sat down with her back against a wall, chilling on top of the roof. Either way this goes, I don't even need to do anything until someone comes to me.

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#2011-12-01 04:43:11, as written by Renmiri

Jennifer Williams
(San Francisco Bay Bridge)

Jen had been quietly resting (or in other words, being her lazy self) and watching the city's ruin below, taking notice of any people that happened to cross by the Bay Bridge. As soon as she'd seen the appearance of another, potentially (probably) enemy elementalist, she'd churned out a wonderful, small storm just above her; in case. Even if it's a dead giveaway, I can still stop anything coming my way, here. So, as she had been otherwise diligently (lazily) overlooking whatever happened, it didn't surprise her in the least when the familiar voice shook her from her thoughts. He'd mysteriously vanished only a moment ago, after all, she'd gotten used to him appearing, as if from no where, a long time ago. I wonder if that Super Speed of his is faster than my run with lightning.. Oh well. Not like I'd care enough to go ahead and race him or something.

"Well well well... enjoying the view from up here? If you ask me I think it's quite beautiful... this city hasn't had this much peace and silence in centuries..." Knowing that her comrade probably didn't come up to meet her just to comment on the view, Jen gave a half-hearted 'Mhmm' while shifting a bit to give him room to sit. Her assumption was proved true a moment later, and she lifted a finger to point at the particular image of the new, unknown person, who'd just reappeared the second before. She glanced at his pet snake, Darius, before giving a reply. "Well, yes, the point was to draw attention; but, either way, I think it's a little too late now. See that guy, there? He's another one of us. And I don't th--" A sudden, shard-like explosion in the air cut her off; almost startling her if she didn't know any better. "--ink he's going to help us. Point proven, right there."

With that, Jen got up without waiting for a reply and stood on the edge of the roof, looking down on her new, potential victim. The blast in the sky had slightly set her off, since with her abilities, she had come to believe the sky was her domain, but remained where she stood as he beat up a round of policemen, then Maxi with a chopper. With her friend in the picture, her sudden urge to shoot lightning dulled to almost none; the signature trait of her laziness, because, well, Maxi could handle a guy like that. She didn't really feel like she had to help. And that's why I'll stay here, thank you very much. Sighing, Jen looked back at Christian while her cloud visibly dissipated before coming back into existence above the bridge; centered to the new guy. "Well, then. I'm guessing that you'll go and round up the others now, right? Don't worry, we'll hold out. After all, Maxi and I do work well together." Or we supposedly work well together. Whatever.

As she spoke, the blade of a hilt-less knife materialized within the grasp of her right hand; which began to glow, ever so slightly, with crackles of electricity. It was only when her storm cloud began to rumble, giving off a measure of rain (mostly falling on Noah), that tiny bolts began to run along the base of her hand. Turning back to her target now, Jen softly gripped her blade and held it up to point at him with her right arm, her left behind her back. She smiled at him once and tilted her head in case he happened to look over (or Maxi, so he would know she was about to do something), and, with as little warning as she could give, let loose a deadly accurate shot of railgun; spearheaded by the small blade of a sharp cooking knife. Simultaneously, her hidden, left hand fingers snapped; the small sound a signal for the thundercloud's aimed lightning. Those, she only loosed three, to save any energy that she could.

I'd be ashamed if that was all it took to get rid of him. Oh crap, I hope Maxi doesn't rage. Seemed like he had a moment going on there. Now hovering a bit over the ground, Jen sped over the Maxi in a bout of lightning, tapping him on the shoulder in the air half a second later. She'd given only a 'Hi', before she finally noticed a lone, standing figure farther along the bridge. Oh, would that happen to be.. Another female elementalist? I wouldn't be surprised. Though it seemed there were more guys than girls, with these abilities. Grinning, she almost set off in that direction, before catching herself and informing her colleague. "Hey, you can take care of this guy, right? I'll be back in a minute." She glanced over at her newfound interest, eyes flashing in some definition of excitement. "Just going to check out a potential danger, that's all." This'll be better than sharing a target with him, anyway. Shame it'll only be just a moment.

Without waiting for a reply, Jen raced over in a matter of milliseconds with her ability, stopping and relaxing a meter close, in the air. The surrounding area seemed to fill with static electricity, a trick she often used in case her old victim attempted to attack her with her back turned. Otherwise, she seemed to be defenseless and without the thought to attack for no reason. With that, her eyes settled over the girl's face, confident that she was, in fact, a female. Call it intuition, whatever. "Hey, would you happen to be like us? With abilities?" Jen let her hands fall to her sides. "I won't suddenly attack you, in case that's what you're thinking. I'm just curious." Well, I won't unless she hits me first. If I'm right and she is like us, then all the more reason not to. Seems like we picked the city with the most other elementalists to destroy, huh?

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#2011-12-02 06:22:29, as written by Renmiri

Jennifer Williams
(San Francisco Bay Bridge)

Patiently waiting, she rolled her shoulders, conscious of the small bite mark Darius the snake had left; and all the while curiously watching the girl. The distrust and internal argument that she was possibly having fluttered in her eyes, something Jen understood. I wouldn't tell a random stranger the truth in her situation, either. “Yea, but I’m not trying to cause any trouble. I’m not like those people up there” Up there? Oh. Them and me. Jen's eyes widened a little at the sudden transition to disgust that the girl went through, obviously at the destruction her group had done. She couldn't help but feel a little down, no matter what rational thinking would've said otherwise. But I'm glad I was right, so she didn't have a past like ours. It was worth it. “I’m just trying to make sure no one else gets hurt” At least she can still think that way, when none of us can anymore.

By then, Jen was softly smiling, sadly if anything at all. However, just as she was about to reply, a slight shift and crackle of her static gave warning of an attack; apparently by some kind of shadow. Annoying little.. he should've stayed down when he had the chance. By pure instinct and reaction (while momentarily forgetting about Sam), a small crunched-up piece of metal suddenly appeared in her hand; and a split second later a shot of railgun thundered before the body of shadow. But that, as it were, only caught the shadow's counter of dark energy; dissipating that but not the actual minion. Crap. Should've seen that coming. The next moment, Jen found herself falling from the air under the cold torso of the being, taken by almost complete surprise. With the sky turning upside down, she could only think of one quick, mostly painless way out before she could be caught by another shot of darkness.

What a pain. Just as she hit the ground, her clouds overhead shifted over to encompass the attacking shadow, as well as her. The rain, thankfully, had stopped; leaving the storm only to be illuminated by the sudden threads of lightning. Well, then. It's only been a day since I tried this. Jen wrestled her body for half a second, praying she not stay winded as she forced her hands to face upwards at the creature (ignoring a new sharp, laced pain in her arm's side); and, without any more delays, called down a pure white bolt from the sky. And it answered with a sharp arc before crashing into the being's back, and her as well. The merit of being able to control Lightning is how much of a good conductor you end up being. As the volts ran through her, she redirected it's course back upwards; rebounding the remaining energy back at the shadow, which dispersed at the second shot of her element.

Jen took a deep breath before getting up, in doing so finally remembered her earlier conversation, as well as a wave of harsher pain from her right forearm. She winced, but didn't take the liberty to check it; instead looking for the girl. I've been in worse situations, really. Suck it up. It didn't take long to find the elementalist since, well, she hadn't moved; and a sense of relief flooded Jen's mind for the smallest of moments, then quickly morphed into half rage. She was getting annoyed at the shadows, and the seemingly uncivilized idiot that controlled them. Can't even have a decent conversation. He'll get it later. With her frustration easily seen flashing in her eyes, Jen took only milliseconds to run lightning to it's side (which is to the right of Sam, so she won't get hit); with her uninjured arm's hand lightly holding up a simple, small rock to it's head. This time, it took only one, point-blank blast of railgun before it, too, dissipated.

Now, with the adrenaline that came always with danger running low, she started to feel the sting and dull throbs of an impaled object far more than before. But I've still been in worse. Really. A small wave of exhaustion, as well, hit, causing her to sway a little on the spot, before Jen's breathing regulated to the normal. She smiled at Sam, still haven't yet checked her arm. "I think we're good. For the moment. All you have to do is hit a little harder." Dangit, Maxi, you better hold him off. What the hell have you been doing? Now, with the moment's (hopefully) peace, she brought her eyes down to her right injury. A sharp, palm-sized piece of metal shrapnel had embedded itself halfway into her forearm, through her shirt and all. Funny how I don't notice that I conveniently landed in a car's deformed corpse, and took all the weight on my arm. Without a moment's delay, a pair of scissors appear in her remaining hand; which cut the bloody strip of sleeve off, isolating the rest with the shrapnel before disappearing.

I hope Chishio can do something about this... Sighing, Jen lifted her arm up as she'd done so often before; taking a shirt from her storage to apply pressure on it, all the while perfectly calm. The thundercloud rumbled audibly overhead, still there now to strike down any more interruptions shadows could give. Then, as if nothing had happened at all, she lifted her head and smiled at her companion. "So, you're Fire? I'm Lightning." She shifted her weight, now holding her injured arm up as a small stream of blood ran down from the impaled piece of shirt. "I know you don't want people to get hurt, but it's not always avoidable. And trouble tends to find you." Jen's tone of voice remained friendly, still, without the notion of sudden attack.

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#2011-12-06 07:06:02, as written by Renmiri

Jennifer Williams
(San Francisco Bay Bridge)

Looking up at the (much) taller girl's face, Jen couldn't help but wonder and question exactly why she felt relieved. I mean, really, I know other elementalists and sure as hell don't feel anything when they get out of a pinch. But I do expect them to, so it wouldn't be new. “That looks pretty awful.” She tilted her head, glancing at her injury as if to make sure it hadn't suddenly gotten worse, before returning her somewhat-curious gaze. "It's alright. I've been worse, trust me." And you look like you've went through harsher pains, too. "You don't want to know." At that, Jen's eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment; just as memories from years past played back through her mind (not that they usually do, but every once in a while). This particular time made her remember the corpses of so many of the people she once knew, until she realized that the dead scientists had scarred her more than she thought. Isn't that nice?

Returning to reality, Jen smiled for whatever reassurance. "Oh, right. I'm Jen. Nice to meet you." Even having acquaintances scare me, not even thinking friends. She'd never noticed that she'd subconsciously made herself so isolated for so long. Of course, the members of her group counted mostly for the former, not the latter. She wasn't particularly close and, with the lifestyle they had all chosen to live (as well as their abilities), it was harder to feel bad when hardly anyone could touch them anyway. Then this would be the first time, for a long while, that I've gotten a little attached? Sighing, she was in the process of wrapping strips from her spare shirt to bandage her arm when crashing sounds shook her from her thoughts; sounds which quieted moments later, to bring an almost eerie silence throughout the bridge. It's never good to be so quiet, is it?

Now alert, Jen began to instinctively float a foot in the air as she surveyed the area where Maxi and his opponent had been, just a little while ago. Surveying the scene, it was only when she saw that Maxi (hurt though still alive) that she let down her guard a little. Because he'd be down by now, if that shadow guy was still trying to kill him. I guess I should probably go get him out of that metal wall now, huh? Sighing, she abandoned her hurt arm and let it hang loose, rolling that shoulder and lightly bending the elbow ever so slowly to test if it could be used in any way. It answered with a stabbing, new world of pain; which almost broke her stream of (already very exhausted) consciousness and sent her tumbling into her newfound female friend. With black spots dancing in the edge of her eyes and exhaustion from the day's work creeping up on her, she could only struggle to stay awake; although, fortunately, her weight didn't land on her injured arm. Agh, how embarrassing.

From there, it took Jen a good couple minutes to finally stand back on her own two feet; without lurching and falling over again. That was stupid of me. It took effort to smile, even a shaky one, for more reasons than one. "Sorry about that, I was stupid. Happens all the time, unfortunately. Just, uh.." She began to float again, thinking of Maxi. Well, if Sam's disgusted by him, then he probably won't like her either. But there's not much I can do about that. "I have to go help my friend over there and chances are, everyone else will start trickling in from then. I'm thinking it's kind of obvious that you don't like us and what we do, so.." Jen reached down from her perch in the sky and messed up the older girl's hair from a stray thought. I'd rather not others find her and force her to do something she won't want to do. Or get herself killed. That's happened too many times. "You probably shouldn't be here. Either way, it was nice meeting you." And hopefully we won't, again. Better be safe than sorry, right?

Smiling, she gave a wave and flew off without waiting for a reply, across the missing length of bridge to Maxi's predicament. Getting there, Jen lighted down next to him and inspected his embedded arm, raising an eyebrow at it and his blooded back. "I won't ask." A look in the sky told her that her cloud had reformed there; the moments of pain having erased it. Another at the wall of metal made her sigh. Heavy lifting isn't my expertise, unfortunately. "You want to wait for the others to get here to get your hand out? Only thing I could do is blow it away, right now." And then faint right after. What fun. Her features showed almost none of the pain or exhaustion she herself felt, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. She was just very good at pretending, after a couple years of practice.

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#2011-12-15 05:02:22, as written by Renmiri

Jennifer Williams
(San Francisco Bay Bridge)

When Maxi had first refused her help, Jen had almost rolled her eyes as she settled herself on the broken cement beside him. Pfft. At this rate, I'll be crashing either way. Her eyes seemed to be drooping already, but that moment of peace was abruptly broken when the temperature rose abnormally; followed by a sudden, unexplained fire that had formed uncomfortably close. She jumped to her feet and put a distance, but she knew there wasn't much she could do. Fire? Where the hell did that-- Oh, she didn't. And I even.. Goddamn. At Maxi's suggestion to put out the fire, she sighed and almost planted a palm into her face in near-exasperation. She was about to tell him about the fact that the flame came from a certain ungrateful Elementalist from across the bridge (and that she controlled lightning, which therefore meant she couldn't douse fires anyway), when some gust of wind caused her to finally notice the second, and far more impending, danger.

Oh, shit. Couldn't have been a worse time. The others better get here soon. A second glance at the rock-and-earth made dragon, however, made Jen chuckle. It's nice how they never look up. Earth, in the sky, in the midst of a thunderstorm? I should be happy this one's not so smart. "Matter of fact Jen. Maybe we will have to result in your idea...I mean, i'm not sure if you will be able to handle all this by yourself... Since you do get tired rather quickly... No offence." She gave a smile, all the more friendly as an idea blossomed in her head. For the moment, all thoughts of the fire flew away in her mind; which instead filled with simpler ways around the next problem. Her gaze followed the dragon and her clouds in the sky, her thoughts so occupied for a plan that she missed Maxi's next phrase completely. When she finished, he had already turned to face his arm.

"Don't worry. I think I've just found a better way around this, if you'll give me a minute." Jen's tone was cheerful, but her features stood to contradict as she painstakingly pulled the embedded shrapnel out of her arm. Because it's better for it to be out, than melted into a limb. Gritting her teeth and steadying herself on the wall of junk, she took a second, thicker spare shirt and wrapped it as tight as she could make it; which would hopefully temporarily (kind of) stop the river of blood that now ran from her wound. With that done, she approached Maxi's arm and, standing beside him, lifted her uninjured arm to the left of his; against the pile of metal junk. "Well, then. This will probably run through you too, since you're just as good of a conductor as I am. I warned you." She smiled at him then and glanced back to the sky, at her clouds and the dragon beneath them. Tough luck.

With only the warning of a slight twitch in her fingers, multiple bolts of lightning shot down from the sky; the majority attracted to (and therefore hitting) the idiotic mass of earth that was flying in her domain. One or two, however, charged straight into Jen herself; providing an excess of energy that she immediately converted to her use. The clouds, at this point, completely dissipated once the bolts had left, as her concentration went elsewhere. From the energy she now had, Jen carefully released an electric current through the wall, creating a powerful (and very small) magnetic field. With this, she removed the various metal parts that surrounded Maxi's arm; but she took the pains not to touch the arm itself. When she was done, she held the surrounding pieces of junk in their places by expanding the current; for only a time long enough for her companion to retrieve the limb. Then, as the field disappeared, the wall collapsed into itself.

Jen's vision flickered for a split second, before she sat down hard on the cement. "That's done and over with." Something bright danced at the corners of her eyes; reminding her of the fire. "That there is from that girl over on the other side of the bridge. There's nothing I can do about it." Well, besides a shot of railgun. But that's such a waste. And no matter how much she wants to hurt us, that mound of earth is way more dangerous. A tiny voice in the back of her head sighed in relief, at the unconscious decision not to kill another innocent. Well, a little discouragement from another fire wouldn't hurt, would it?

She looked to the sky, watching for any signs of the second, fresh elementalist. "Looks like we're a little cornered, aren't we? One moment." Jen formed the classic finger-gun with her left hand and aimed it at the other bridge's side; roughly in Sam's area. Mimicking a gun, she 'shot' a bolt of lightning at the other side's ground; a bolt that would only charge the cement and metal in Sam's vicinity to the point of a stun gun, rather than electrocution. Jen, herself, closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, staying in one place to regain energy. "If that works, we're only up for one for at least a while. Think you can hold that guy off until I can stand up again?"

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#2011-12-26 00:10:25, as written by Renmiri

Jennifer Williams
(San Francisco Bay Bridge)

“You missed...” Actually, I didn't, Mr. Self-centered ass. My target exploded just a little while ago, thank you. For what several minutes (or long seconds) had passed, Jen had been calmly watching the newly arrived enemy; on the comfy seat of broken cement. She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at his 'intimidating' look. Do they always have to do that? She was, quite plainly, exhausted, or she would've insulted him right then and there. But still, the fact that the impending doom of being burned to death and dodging whatever clumps of earth that would evidently come her way was making her more than just a little annoyed. It was when Maxi went forward to stall for time, that she really began to think for how to deal with one of the immediate problems: the fire.

Maybe I can run on over there and-- Dear god. Through Jen's insistent stare at both the approaching inferno and the little miss who made it, she hadn't noticed the growing, looming body of water that had slowly, unnaturally, risen to a mini tsunami-wave just by the bridge. Or, rather, the wrecked, barely recognizable mass of metal that used to be the bridge. But this is ridiculous. It was only when the wave, like a god-sent gift to wash away all her problems (or only one), crashed downwards to douse the fire (and then effectively push everything else off) that she broke out of shock. But even then, she had already fallen halfway towards the lake --or whatever it was-- before she remembered how to fly again. And thank god I caught myself in time. Swimming.. agh.

Now completely soaked and mentally thanking whatever person had made the wave, though Jen knew it was probably not for the purpose of helping the predicament, she flew back to land on the bridge; this time on Sam's side. Because, well, it seemed minutely safer; if for the chance that Earth didn't notice in the chaos. Though he'll probably come dashing here anyway like a prince in shining armor, when he notices a certain stunned troublemaker with me. But, unfortunately, there's not much I can do about that. So, without further ado, Jen dragged herself over to Sam's still-electrically-charged vicinity and sat down hard against the remnants of a car; close enough to be able to talk to her and help out Maxi if she needed to. A crude butter knife appeared and danced between her fingers, on her uninjured side.

It took less than a moment to regather the stray electricity she had spent; besides what had hit Sam. Well, I won't make craters with this railgun, but that doesn't mean it won't get lodged in a stomach or something. "Hey. So, the fire. I could lodge this through your head, right now." Jen sounded annoyed (and ever so slightly nervous), absentmindedly playing with the knife and looking for Earth. But, unfortunately, I'm too tired to play with children when the big bad wolf is inevitably coming. "The hell's wrong with you? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Hm, no wait. Have I had this kind of conversation before? "Or is this your version of 'avenging the people we've killed'? Because, believe it or not, it's not working." Or at least, you wouldn't know it almost did. "Stay out of it, would you? We have reasons for doing this. We've tried everything else."

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