Snippet #1494035

Hellsing Park

Charlie's powers could theoretically deal with one or two bullets, zapping them out of the sky or what-have-you, but this many was not something she really had the capacity to deal with. Well, not on her own, anyway. Instead, she interfaced with a nearby vehicle, compelling the hovercraft to drive itself in front of her, soaking up metal rounds like a sponge did water.

Gene had apparently summoned her creepy druggies, but they weren't much more than a distraction, what with the switchblades and the general superpower-free harassment they were capable of inflicting upon random passers-by. Nothing fatal of course; civilians were not what Charlie would consider acceptable collateral damage, but civilian property definitely was, as long as it looked like they could afford it.

Which was why several high-class motor vehicles went careening around, attempting to run down the Mortix patrol or simply smashing into each other like some twisted twenty-second century version of the bumper cars from Hell. Charlie from behind her metal shield ducked to and fro between streetlights, sucking up power like some kind of voracious electricity-eating leech. Her plan was to charge the car itself and then send it at the nearest Mortix building, releasing the power itself only as the craft crashed through the front window. In some ways, she really was the perfect terrorist.

Gene's music was blaring loud in her ears, some kinda German headbanger band that was so completely Gene it couldn't have been more perfect if she'd tried. Of course, when the electrokinetic next passed her friend, she noted the creepy pustules on her arms and cringed visibly. "Oh dear God, Gene, do you really have to-" Her protest was cut off by a sound from a ways behind her car-barrier. It sounded like... a song. Very different from Gene's but clashing with it.

Charlie peeked around her hovercraft to see a man in a white mask approaching them. He appreared to be playing some kind of half-tangible piano, and the young woman frowned. There weren't supposed to be any supers on this route... Though from the look of the way he stunned junkie and patrolman alike, he wasn't exactly with them, exactly, more like technically compelled to assist? Or just really angry, one of the two.

She shockwave of sound hit Charlie and sent her reeling backwards. Unfortunately, it also had the noticeable side-effect of causing her to lose her concentration, and she felt her control of the enormous amount of electricity she was storing slip. Shitshitshit, she panicked inwardly. If she tried stabilizing it, this much power could kill her. So instead, she discharged all of it- straight at the musician and the Mortix cronies. There was no time to aim, but there was so much of it that it was probably going to hit something.

All of this happened in the space of a second, and then Charlie was stunned, losing her hold on the hovercraft and causing it to drop to the ground in front of her while the others all stopped in place, a few crashing into trees or each other before their momentum ceased. The blue-haired Super staggered, trying to remain upright, but wound up falling against the downed craft for support, vision swimming in front of her as her head tried to process the sheer amount of noise.