Fou's Snippet Book

I have spent most of my past 48 hours playing Phantasy Star Online 2 New Genesis... And now, we have my character in worm.... CRACK TIME.

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Have you ever been put under? Like, Sedated and then suddenly... You're just awake?

Like, not even that groggy relaxed phase of when you just first wake up and everything is just puddy?

Now imagine that, but you're standing in the middle of a bank and in a brand-new body. And you just... Know stuff now? Like the fact that the comfortable weight on your back that's like 7ft long and heavy is in fact your very own launcher? That you just reach and grab it, and just wreak havoc on anything with its destructive power?

The only saving grace for this situation is that the person this happened to, happens to not have a single thought in their head as they stand in the middle of a random Bank with people staring at her as she taps the metal on her chin. "Mommy, why is that pretty lady so weird?" Her eyes locked directly on the small child that was pulling at her mother's cloths. The aforementioned lady's pupils turning to pinpricks as the mother attempted to discreetly hide the child behind her.

She heard a click from a gun being unholstered as one of the obviously dressed as security guard slowly made his way to her, cautiously freezing as she in turn locked eye with him. "Do you know where I am? I don't think a Ryuker Device would be here..." She trailed off as she tilted her head, the massive launcher disappearing from her back as her eyes locked onto the mans- "Is that a Smith & Wesson M&P chambered in .40 S&W?" She asked, pointing at the gun as it was slightly pulled from its resting place.

It was at this moment, that tall giant monster dogs appeared. Nightmarish, barking, growling and shaking themselves off of bits of fur and splotches of blood when they abruptly grew another foot taller. The room of around thirty bystanders and six or so employees turned their heads, terrified looks directed at the beings, before a rolling black fog covered the room.

The women had jumped into the skylight, taking note of the rain hitting it as she hung from a little ledge. 'Alright, so, let's take stock here. Obviously, someone used the fucking Infinite Improbability Drive and that's the only logical explanation as to how the hell I'm in worm as my PSO2NGS Character with all of my shit…' His- 'Right, I'm a woman now…' Idly, she glanced at her rather prodigious chest, slightly smiling, before returning to the matter at hand.

'What was I doing?' She questioned as she looked back to the skylight, watching the rolling dark clouds quietly as she felt her fox likes ears twitch to the sound of water droplets hitting the glass. The black fog, that clung around her like a comfortable pillow, gathered around the window and further obscured it from her vision.

"Fifteen minutes," A young voice said, drawing her attention. ""We won't be here any longer than that. Stay put, stay quiet, we'll be gone before fifteen minutes are up. You'll be free to give your statement to the police and then go about your day as usual. This isn't a TV show, this isn't a movie."

'Well, of-course it has been adapted as that yet! It's a goddamn book!' Her ears perked up as the dogs growled at the people on the ground, quietly comforting one of the children. "If you're thinking about being a hero, don't. You'll only get yourself or someone else hurt." Taylor Hebert called to the room, the nervousness she was likely feeling not even leaking into her voice as a spider now rested atop her finger.

"If you are thinking about running, making a phone call or getting in our way, this is a good reason to reconsider. This little creature and her one hundred sisters that I just brought into this room are under my complete control."

It jumped from her finger, now dangling from its own little thread attached to her nail. 'What the hell was my name?' The woman on the roof, still perfectly hanging from the ledge and parallel to the roof, asked herself.

'I don't know if this will be permanent but even then if it is, I need a name and if I can't remember one… I might as well just user her name.' Again her eyes drifted to her chest, lost in her own little world as her thoughts were replaced with music. Already she was imagining Maxwell the cat rock from side to side.

Incidentally, while losing herself to Maxwell the cat, she ignored the guard that was staring at her hopefully and the changing of the dogs, and the screaming of civilians, and the undersiders grouping together in front of the door, and undersiders arguing about the number of Heroes.

"Oh right!" The woman on the roof let go, seemingly staying in the air for a moment as her voice echoed. The meaty THWACK of her fist hitting her palm sounded before blue motes of light coalesced on her feet as she slowly glided to the floor, now up right.

"My name's Schrodinger!" She affirmed to her self, standing with her hands on her hips and coincidentally missing the sharp intake of air from Tattletale and the growling dogs. "Don't move." Her head turned with confusion as her big eyes stared innocently from over her shoulder at the tall man with the black Fog.

The entire team was on edge as she fluffy turned around. "He said not to move!" Taylor yelled, already forcing the spiders to inch closer to biting. "Oh right, hostages, sorry!" She rubbed the back of her head with an embarrassed smile.

"I can't get anything." Both Tattletale and Regent hissed out. "Doesn't fucking matter." Bitch took a stride over Schrodinger as she appeared more taken with looking at her hands and moving them.

"So she's a projection?" Asked Grue, Tats hissed as she attempted to get something, anything from the seeming distracted girl that had an angry bitch walking towards her. "Wait, w'ere sandwiched in here!" Skitter spoke up, worry in her voice. This action of-course got a snarling Bitch on her, and Schrodinger to look up.

They of-course didn't have time to do anything, as twin blades appeared on the girl's back. She was already dashing forward as her outfit changed. Instead of her Black Dress and skirt… She was wearing a full black bodysuit and a red sleeveless jacket.

Red ethereal blades appeared from nowhere, spinning around her and then launching themselves at Taylor's head pommel first and firmly knocking her out as the rest of the undersiders cursed.

She seemingly stopped mid-dash while flourishing her blades, her voice while quiet was already humming a seemingly up-beat tune. Her swords swapped for guns as she backflipped away from Tattletales bullets.

"Grab her and run back to where we entered!" Darkness flooded the bank and hardly stopped her from changing her weapon out for a pair of shoes that let her float off the ground. The darkness seemingly slowed her down though, even as she launched herself at the retreating Grue that grabbed onto a dog while holding Skitter.

"She can see through the darkness!" Tats yelled as the dogs bounded back towards the security door they entered.

Schrodinger skated through the air after them, until one of the dog's tails grabbed a filing cabinet and whipped it at her. Bodily sending her flying to the wall with a quiet "Owie." She pushed it off of her just in time for a flying barbie of collateral damage to arrive while she was disoriented.

A blur of white and gold almost slammed into her if it wasn't for the fact that she seemingly jumped over and behind it in an impressive side flip from a disoriented standing position. "You!" The glory girl yelled as she turned around and pointed.

Schrodinger looked side to side for a moment before looking back and pointing at herself. "Me?" She asked, her eyes seeming lost as she tapped against the metal bottom of her chin with her pointer.

"Not her Vicky!" One of the hostages yelled too late to stop the pain train from rushing forward in a mad dash. All of the hostages yelled in fear as it seemed that glory Girl was trying to use her Aura against the New Cape on the Block.

"Not now Amy!" She dismissed, taking a swipe at the girl in front of her. Glory Girl barely blinked before she was seemingly back in her dress with a big FUCK OFF cannon compared to her 5' frame. The force behind Vicky's blow was redirected to the side and embedded into a pillar from the apparent parry the girl with the cannon used.

"Bitches love cannons~" Schrodingers voice turned low and husky, one that would activate the neurons of many men in an instant as blue energy gathered around her Launcher while she brandished it.

BOWAAAAAAAAAH

A beam of bright blue shot forth, the very force of it shaking the ground as Schrodinger held firm. Her face held in what she would describe as an "Anya Heh" face, the pure smugness radiating from it insulting as the beam impacted with Vicky and pushed her against the concrete pillar behind her.

By now the darkness surrounding the bank's interior had faded and left it open for all looking in to see the beam die down and Amy rush to her seemingly fine sibling.

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"So, what do we know?" Piggot asked Armsmaster as they both stared at the screen showing the seemingly disarmed girl.

"So far, she seems to have at least a Tinker 6 Ratting, her combat abilities lend to a dual Brute & Mover rating of 7 or 8… We won't have anything accurate until we actually get her into testing." Armsmaster handed her a small packet of paper, detailing everything they know about the young girl in front of her.

"All of the tech she uses appears to be Tinker and can't be separated from her for more than an inch or two of her body, otherwise it teleports onto her back holstered." He sighed, unable to have a chance to even appraise the weapon away from the girl.

Piggot flipped through the paper, seemingly glaring at a couple of things. "None of the hostages were hurt in the bank thanks to her, nor do we know what she revered to as a Ryuker Device nor what the hell an Infinite Improbability Drive." He punched the bridge of his nose, his mask off, as the girl started to rock side to side in her chair while still humming that infernal theme of hers.

"According to witness statements and her own admissions, she's around 16-19, and doesn't have a single thought in her head." His eyes turned to the filled out paper work in front of him, normally reserved for Case 53's but seemingly working in their favour at the moment.

"She's not a Case 53, we have confirmed this numerous times… She's truly from another universe that is vastly more advanced technologically than ours."

"Then it's a damn good thing she's on our side."