Post by LCDR Kimono on Jan 19, 2024 2:37:01 GMT -5
Base Power Level: 50,011 (Antisense Deactivated)
Current Power Level: 250,055 (Antisense Deactivated)
Word Count: 961
Total Word Count: 961
Text Hex: d40000
Current Power Level: 250,055 (Antisense Deactivated)
Word Count: 961
Total Word Count: 961
Text Hex: d40000
It had been days. Weeks. Months. Hell, maybe even years ever since Kim last saw the light of the day. Ever since that day in East City when the kami-be-damned Super Saiyan reappeared. That same guy she couldn't get away from. That rush of power, that intense fight, only to be knocked unconscious when she least expected it and end up here. Cold, damp, alone in a concrete cell locked away where only the gods would know. She recognized the style of her holding cell. Bare necessities, a thin wool blanket full of holes covering a rag filled mattress on the hard metal bunk. Her energy faded as the ki and magic dampeners she was familiar with suppressed her ability to access the Hutong Mist. It was just like her last holding cell so long ago. Every time she tried to use the mist, her eye would flicker like a dying match, the purple glow fading with each attempt. The sheer freezing temperature of the air around only making the pain and anguish hurt more against her frail, weakened skin.
Kim sat in her dilapidated wheelchair watching, listening to the only exit from her confines. A small concrete hole with a thin sheet of plexiglass viewing out in the hallway of the empty prison. She was the only prisoner here, that she knew, but the shuffling of feet and sounds of active radios told her all she needed to know about the staffing and routine. She knew the guards would come with her food next. She knew another storm was raging outside and he guards worried it would take out the electric system, and in turn the dampeners. She heard far more than they'd have wanted her to. All she needed was for it to black out one more time, and she would be free. Just once.
"Inmate, against the wall." A voice would demand from the door. "Chow time". Kim hurriedly wheeled herself to her bunk, rising herself from the wheelchair and lifting herself onto the bed shakily. She had fallen apart physically in her captivity. The once muscular and refined mercenary was now a starved, ragged look. Her uncut hair now down to her waist and untied. The golden hair obscuring one eye as it fell down her face. Her dirty skin marred with scars from prior conflicts and her knee wounds fully healed and scarred over, the nubs at her knee joint no longer bandaged or covered. Her loose grey prison attire too large for the smaller woman, giving an even more depressed look at her. She had changed too much. She just wanted revenge. Revenge and freedom. "Back up to the wall, not just on the bunk." Kim complied.
As three guards entered, two went directly to her and stood over the woman with their weapons at the ready. The third came in and placed the tray on her table. As he did, the lights in the cell began to flicker as the sounds of echoing thunder raged in the halls. The guard by the table began to look worried as the lights finally went off, the sharp blackness filling the room. He turned quickly towards his two compatriots before seeing with a deep fear what came of it. In the darkness of the cell, barely visible, was the sight of two bodies. One on the floor in a puddle of unknown liquid, and another behind held aloft by a great lilac arm. The glowing purple of Kim's eyes in the dark being the only light to illuminate the death of the other guard in front of her. The large magical arm rushing through the man and dropping him, leaving only the final guard holding the tray shaking in his boots. Kim's eyes faded into the darkness as she disappeared into the shadows of the room, large portions of bellowing purple haze filling the room and exiting out the door into the halls. The systems of the prison failing to contain her as she began her escape.
"I will take every single one of you to hell before I leave" Her voice would echo into the minds of the guards running the prison. The pain in her expression evident to this nearby enough to hear. "I. Will. Survive."
As everyone would hear this, the guard still in her cell would radio to his other guards hoping theirs still worked, getting just enough out to warn everyone before a loud blast would tear the man asunder, the bright flash of light in the dark quickly showing the man his killer. The prisoner, Kim, standing upright on two magically created prehensile legs holding her shotgun. The whole form and figure of her weapon dwarfing her disheveled and distorted frame.
"ALL CALL, ALL CALL, ESCAPE ATTEMPT. ALL MEN TO YOUR BATTLE STATIONS." would speak from every radio as their power level scanners would feel the sudden spike in energy. Kim's power rising from the dampened 1 power level to her strongest possible. Rage and hatred fueling the madwoman as she rampaged through the prison like a beacon of evil and hate. Anyone within miles of the prison who could feel emotions behind the magic and energy would feel her pain as she became a violent source of anger. Nothing would stop her from her end game. Her eternal freedom from this nightmare.
Kim is actively beaconing her Ki. Anyone nearby who wishes can feel her energy and the anger behind it, easily findable to those adept in Ki sense.
Kim is killing every guard indiscriminately, haunting the prison like a demon through the blacked out halls.