World Breakers HQ
Celestine assessed the arrangement of people in the battered throne-room, prioritized them based on their actions and trajectory.

Echo Fenix, closest, destabilized by the blunt reversal of the flamberge.

The state of her wings as an extension of her defenses, damaged but holding, like they weren't held together by normal structures but instead a mathematically complex mesh of field-lines that were twisted together under a power source deep within her — may as well be fucking magic, for all it would seem.

"You act in gestures, like there's nothing left for you but conviction… strip that away and divorce your identity from it — make room for humanity as a whole…"

Your mobility was proving to be a problem, one that was going to force her to give chase, waste precious time in unproductive circles, but you were understandably interested in protecting yourself.

Two steps in pursuit picked up a blur of speed before, well, it became evident that she could also fly.

The Flamberge next came for your hoverboard in an upward swing that required she hold the ricasso of the blade for control so that she didn't chop through it and into you, utilizing the advantage that the previous glancing impact had afforded her.

Joining you in the air, wings open and their backs to the rest of your allies.

"The custody of power is a sacred burden. We wield its glory with sacrosanct burden."

A sudden spin attempted to seize and Propel you, bodily, toward Dylan Cadd and Victoria Forsythe.

"It is entrusted to us — we do not own it!"

Regardless of what occurred, she then wielde the Flamberge horizontally by its flat face rather than lethal edge as she sought to bluntly Plow into the group with it.

Her scarred brow lifted at the suggestion she abandoned O.

"I'm sure he'll manage. Besides I wasn't his muscle. I was just another bar back."

Nodding at your offer to come out in front of the bar

"Yes, yes come party"

ahh yes the election year she had forgotten about that

World Breakers HQ
She's watching the shared dataspace in the periphery of one of her optics, and she frowns at the power drain.

::I don't suppose there's any way to just plug him into the wall, is there?::

Literally, metaphorically... Doesn't matter.

...seeing you that smile spreads wide and she lifts her glass in your direction....

Hello gorgeous.

Ahhh Been alot of cops finding there way in for some excitement lately. I am not surprised.

...she gets her drink and gives it a sip and then lifting it to you...

So you're still at other places around town you just abandoned O...Poor guy. How can he live without his extra muscle.

walks into the bar drawn back once more

Saturday night, a big night at the prison
only a half day of work tomorrow, and meat with their rice for supper

How about I come around from behind the bar to in front of it?

I might still be carrying a pitcher of Pride Sangria for the ample pouring, especially my own glass.

Nothing like a good election season to bring out the party in you.

Hoping I don't get photographed in anything like an unflattering light tonight.

She couldn't help herself when she saw your shirt. She shook her head and chuckled.

"I like yours too. I might have to get myself one of those."

She settled back on her barstool after stuffing the tip jar.

"How've you been?"

She slid two fingers into her pant pocket and pulled out the couple of bills she'd put aside for tonight. Two fifties. One of which she tucked back into her pocket and the other she leaned over the bar and tucked into the tip jar.

"It's all because of Big O."

Speak of the devil and he appears.

Surprised to see you working she motioned at you behind the bar

"I think you are on the wrong side tonight there Orlando you should be partying."

she smiled and gave you a cheers with her drink

World Breakers HQ
His circulatory pumps comply with your orders.

New problem...power drain. His cyberware is trying to reboot itself into a default setting after all the damage done and it's sucking up all available internal battery power to pull it off. Meaning everything mechanical will shut off in a moment...leaving his bios to fade even faster.

Work fast Mr. Olveira...

Eir Ascle-

That's...disgusting. But he's unconscious, so he'll allow it.

Beneath his skin is a series of cranial plates attached to his skull. Reinforced armor to keep his brain safe.

15 years ago, an assassination attempt with a hypersonic round managed smash a dent into the very back of his skull plating. Thinning and weakening a spot there.

Use it how you see fit.

lookign again

out

peeking in

She winked at you and paused in lifting her glass to her lips.

"I give a lot of good things." she winked and finished lifting that glass to her lips to take a sip. Smirking against the rim.

She swallowed a bit of her beer and lowered the glass to the bartop.

"No. I'm still working non stop. "
The cop presence in this place made her uneasy. She had to get the hell out of dodge. She wasn't about to say all that though.

"Needed a bit of a break. Something had to give."
That was her answer, and it wasn't far from the truth. She did tell Orlando if he needed extra hands at events she'd help he could always give her a call.

Not tonight though. Tonight she's off work and having a few drinks that she doesn't have to make.

~sitting outside on the veranada sipping ice water with freshly sliced lemon~

stepping in

Because nothing is ever simple.

I manage to find my way behind the bar, finally.