Snippet #2663841

“You asshat!”

It was...humorous, really. In the span of just a few minutes, Stride had gone from charging at full-speed at a rogue werewolf, to floating mid-air, cursing, stretching her limbs as far as they could go in an attempt to reach the ground. There was a few times where the hybrid had- in vain- still attempted to launch a few swings at both Kora-wolf and Victor alike, but she had soon given up the venture in hopes of actually getting back on stable footing. A very colorful choice of words had filled the room throughout Stride’s struggle, followed by a variety of threats and insults aimed in Victor’s direction- including, but not limited to, “You asshole, when I get down there I’m gonna beat the everlivin’ shit outta ya” and “What the fuck d’ya think you’re doin', you dick, she knows ‘xactly what she’s doin’ here”.

Her agitation seemed to grow as Kora deliberately tore open her Hot Pocket, only to abandon the precious foodstuff in favor of charging off to god-knew-where. Scowling, Stride reached forth once again in an attempt to grab at a table, all the while using a free hand to make one of the two most well-known signs to anyone above the age of seven towards a certain Mr. Valentine- and not exactly what one would consider a “peace symbol”.

“Now she’s off n’ runnin’ again,” she grumbled, although, much to her satisfaction, the hybrid had finally managed to hook her fingertips beneath the surface of a nearby desk. As she attempted to pull herself closer to her makeshift anchor, Stride noted Oren’s complaint about the uselessness of the teams, and found herself scowling at the researcher as she attempted to get down.

“Hey, don’t go lookin’ at me on this,” Stride barked. “I was gonna try and get Kora under control here, but Mr. Pantytalk here,” a brief gesture in Victor’s general direction before the hand returned to the desk, “went all Exorcist on me n’ won’t let me get back down. If ya wanna get pissy at someone, blame him.” As if the prove her point of being unable to do much in regards to containing Kora, Stride had found her grip slipping, and, spewing a few more curses at no one in particular, clawed wildly once more to try and find purchase on anything within arm’s reach.

She had seen both Kreios and Issac go off in pursuit of a certain wolf, and only one thought could really come to mind at that moment;

Fuckers better not be havin’ a fight without me.