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#2020-11-19 02:30:53, as written by StorminJericho

Jemma cackled brightly at the replies she got, the two speakers cracking their own respective jokes. She paused at Cannonade’s mention of being “Shanghai’d”. It was a phrase… But not one she ever heard, and certainly not one she understood.

Her mouth opened to ask a question, before she paused at the violent rancor that split through the conversation. Her mouth slammed shut, lips pulling into a frown as the lights of the resort flickered, clicked off, and then clicked back on.
How interesting. Alex and the one called Yue went outside for something didn’t they? Along with The Scientist.
… Nothing good, of course, right? They were with a Scientist. Scientists are bad. Even if this one asked before doing anything to her.

3 days spent in a manic tizzy sparked against Jemma’s mind, ringing like a wild bell. Her common sense was drowned out by the urge to move, to protect. The small voice that had been building for 72 hours was smothered by the voice that had lived for over 4 decades.

Jemma jumped up, turning about and darting off without another word to the group at the table. She did give Cannonade a pat on the shoulder as she went, her skin and flesh pulsing with blue-black ink.
The form changed around her; the ‘consciousness’ that was ‘Jemma’. She felt it, the meat and bone and metal, all of it shift and swirl as she moved onward.

Her arms and spine were first to finish. Muscle and bone-steel shifted and morphed. Elongated and sharpened, became armored.
The hind legs and tail bone were next, lengthening and becoming far more muscled than they ever were before. A long tail tipped with a barbed “spear-head” sprouted as she ran.
The face, feet, and hands followed suit.
The combat shape from soldier park arose from the swirl of ink; larger than before and ‘healthier’ to boot.

Marie was nearly bowled over by the 10 foot tall J-3 as the Polymorph moved, the machine gun start of a growing growl shaking the human woman to her bones. Jemma pays no mind, has no mind to even consider the woman. There is a mission, a job, a focus. That is infinitely more important than this.
The conditioning takes over, a task given from J-3 to J-3, and the world becomes a hum of white noise, nearly static. The glass of the front doors never stood a chance.

J-3 becomes aware of the talking first, the thrum of Alex’s voice filtering through the ringing of its eardrums. The thunder of its quadrupedal strides come through next, along with the hammering of its heartbeat.
Alex is in a crater, curled up and talking, with a suit of armor standing above him. J-3 feels a pulse of rage, and that emotion called ‘worry’.
It is leaping before it can process that the situation is friendly, that it was a simple ‘spar’.
A scornful, warbling, train-whistle-meets-bear roar leaps from Its’ throat as the foreclaws attempt to find purchase on the moving suit of armor, talons dripping with a venom that is honey-yellow and syrupy. The open maw reveals rows and rows of shattered glass teeth, jagged and sharp and cruel.

The target must be eliminated, the Alpha-King-Friend-Ally-Family must be protected.
A thought.

And then a smaller one, a question: why are we overreacting?

Snippet #2816658

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

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