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#2020-11-05 03:07:35, as written by StorminJericho

Jemma was mid movement when the maid knocked against the wall of the hall. She came to a stop rather abruptly, her limbs and body coming to a perfect stand still as her eyes slid towards the human. It was a maid, one of the staff that helped keep the hotel-fortress-resort clean. She had chastised Jemma before, many warnings and general ‘reprimands’.

It always slid like water off of the Polymorph’s back. It meant nothing to her; at first. Jemma found that the woman, Marie, was NOT shy about physical contact with anyone perceived as misbehaving. Jemma had found herself swatted with a newspaper more than once.

“Miss Jemma. I have asked you time and time again not to cover the lights of this hall with your… webbing!” The woman huffed, leering at Jemma from the end of the hall. Her eyes were faintly aglow with amber light, and Jemma had long enough to pause her music before Marie was rearing up to shout again.
“Now! Miss! Get out of my hallways as I clean! I cannot be having this! Why is it always a mess with you?!”

Jemma remained silent the entire time, though her eyes sparkled with mirth and glee as she sprinted down the hall and danced away. Marie’s hand flashed out, a rolled up bundle of paper and lamination snapping down on Jemma’s head. The polymorph barked a laugh in response, shrieking in delight as they leapt down the stairs nearby.

They bolted and flew down the flights, laughing the entire way; the world blurred around them as they moved— As SHE moved. She.

She… Huh.

She heard the sounds of Cannonade speaking, their ears perking up with a flash of interest.
She tilted her head before slowing her pace. Holding still and listening as the ‘druggie’ continued their talking. Jemma popped down the stairs at the end of sentence.

“I know that I for one, don’t want anyone’s neck! … Unless I’m supposed to? What’s going on this time? What’re we talking about?” She asked, as if she HADN’T just heard what they were talking about. Somewhat. Hm.
She hoped that the gravity super wasn’t too touchy, today, maybe.

Snippet #2816368

located in Atlas City, a part of Hadean, one of the many universes on RPG.

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