Crazy_Dragon

I think the world's nations would finally unite for the common goal of orbitally bombing the smeg out of the Well before any of the BubbleClones would ever be allowed near it!

With her offer refused, the two speedboats swung round and took their leave, destination: Independence Port, Paragon City.

****
Later that night...

"And in breaking news, reports are coming in that the families of the St. John's School victims have received sudden donation totalling close to four million dollars between them. As of this time, the unseen donor of twelve paper bags, each containing equal amounts of $333,000 has yet to be identified."

The TV then flicked off, upon the command of Patsy's remote once she was satisfied with the news of the evening. Ensuring that the towel that covered up her modesty was well and truly secure, she then found herself a seat at the end of her bed and turned her attention to the small pile of money beside herself: the remaining four-K big ones that remained after splitting her payment for a job well done out into twelve separate piles, one for each of the school victims, and rounding each amount down to the nearest thousand.

By then she had already worked out how to spend it, or at least part of it. A couple of hundred would go toward replacing the clothes that had been torn to shreds on the job for definite, while about half of the total amount should be more than enough to reimburse the Rusty Rivet's proprietor for that little incident with Wilf a couple of days ago.

As for the rest of it, she wasn't sure. A part of her mind was telling her to go nuts and treat herself. Another begged her to question the morality of spending blood money on anything other than the bare necessities, considering the very job she had been paid to do. A job that she wasn't too keen on doing in the first place either, but when she thought about it... Tomb had taken the lives of twelve children and ruined those of their families, all for the purposes of fulfilling one ultimate goal: genocide of the Vampire race. Yet at the same time, she was just a kid.

She pondered, for a moment, the holy man's promises. Would the American justice system have reformed her into a good little girl? No way, she thought. She'd have just falsified her rehabilitation and, upon release, continued her reign of terror and destruction anew. Would the vampire's "eternal" imprisonment have kept her locked away? Patsy doubted it. No prison could hold a single being forever, she decided. There was only one way to knock the problem on the head, and the immortal succeeded in doing exactly that without fail. Mostly.

By then, the self-debate was starting to give her a headache. Her mind was far too much of a mess already to properly consider the day she had been through, so she pushed it to the back of her mind while she counted off the amounts she needed for her clothes and and Rivet repairs into neat piles of ten-dollar bills and dumped the remainder to one side. She then pushed herself onto her feet and, after double-checking her towel again, collected her smartphone from the bedside table and proceeded to dial a number all the way in Florida. And waited for the answer.

"Hello? Aye, it's me. You wouldn't happen to be free tomorrow, would yer? Nah, nothin' urgent. Just had me worst day in a couple of decades, is all. Honestly? I'm feelin' a lot less human than I want to be."

^To clarify, Patsy was too dizzy at the time to witness Nightwalker nick off with Tomb's essence, so until someone explains that to her, she's none the wiser.

Just before anyone prematurely complains.

[EDIT!] And yes, it seems I had a blonde moment in having Pats call Erez'Zul "Sparky", but then again, sparks also relate to fire, I suppose. Right?

Patsy looked on, watching the Priest with a curious raised brow for a few minutes before reaching for her earpiece. Which had gone AWOL at some point.

"Ah, flamin' hell!" the immortal groaned before storming out of the cave herself, where she was quickly greeted by two approaching speedboats, one of them carrying the familiar face of Wilf Hilmarsson in the passenger seat.

"Miss Crusher." the Icelandic mage called over as both vessels drew closer to the cave. "I trust from your... relaxed posture that there is no more to be done here?"

"Nah." Patsy sighed. "The brat's a proper dodo now, and I'm not too sure she's gonna be springin' back any time soon. And another thing, Wilf?"

"Yes?"

"I'm pretty sure I told you and Carly to get your backsides as far away as you can. There's a mini end of the universe eatin' up the place, you know."

"I felt it necessary to ensure that you fulfilled your end of the contract, that's all."

"Pfft!" the immortal mocked. "I find yer lack of faith disturbing. Anyways, room for one more?"

"Of course."

Patsy tossed the ammo-less grenade launcher and the remaining AA rocket onto the deck hopping aboard Wilf's vessel and took one last look at what was left of the cave. Just as the driver was about to swing the boat around, she gently place a hand on his shoulder, a polite gesture of asking him to wait a little while.

"Oi, Jesse James and Sparky!" she called over to Lucard and Erez'Zul respectively. "Need a lift back to Rhode Island, like?"

Patsy shook her head in an effort to clear it up a little more, only to find that when she had finished and her sight cleared up some more... there was a particularly wrathful-looking holy man heading her way.

"Wonderful," the immortal sighed, crossing her arms again and rolling her eyes. "What are you gonna do now, like? Lecture me into a coma about Truth, Justice and the American Way of slowly screwing itself over?"

The void grenades? One's already been fired at the Insidium plant -and- detonated, to which Pats dropped a variation on "I gotta get me one-a these!"

Then there's the two she fired at Tomb and the one accidentally fired at the sub when she slipped. I'm leaving the outcome of those to CB, since they're his creations and they're hurtling toward his char and sub.

She still has nine left after that. And an anti-air rocket.

One of Thunderrar's Nighthunters characters and also Erez'zul's nemesis. Recently got himself pwned and captured by Erez'zul shortly before the Isle thread kicked off.

...That was a rant?

Doesn't necessarily have to be a national law, you know. Individual states have their own unique laws as well.

Though given the nature of the proposed child experimentation law in the OP, couple with the backlash that the likes of the Might for Right Act had already seen (along with its subsequent binning on the grounds of unconstitutionality), I'm not too sure such a bill would survive past the first draft, even with a few corrupt officials.

Not to shoot the idea down, though, as it could make for some interesting investigative RP, but I think the idea could use a little rethinking. Just a little.

Patsy was already one step ahead of Lucard. The immortal hissed a curse when she realised that the glowing purple git in the cave was about to make off with her quarry and tightened her grip on the cliff as she took aim with the launcher in her otherwise free hand.

"Oi, twerp!" Patsy shouted over to Tomb. "I've got a few happy fun balls for you to play with!"

Patsy opened fire, managing to pop two grenades in the psychotic child's general direction, before:

The tremor threw her off guard. In mere seconds her grip slipped from the cliff face, sending her plummeting down toward whatever lay below. But not before accidentally shooting a third grenade toward the sub itself.

1) That was a typo, wasn't it? o.O
2) The mental image it's causing right now is made of Win and Awesome. XD

Once the sphere had finally disappeared, A mildly surprised - though otherwise unfazed - Patsy, her arms still casually crossed, let out a long impressed whistle.

"Well, I need to be gettin' meself a few more of those, then."

"Ooh get you..." Patsy snarked, rolling her eyes. She then slipped the launcher back behind her back and folded her arms while she looked to Priest, preferring to avoid any further provocation for now. "Alright, make with the answerin' to the pillock in the hat then, holy man."

The immortal then looked to the vamp in the hat again, making a mental note for future reference that -somebody- needed his ego knocking down a peg or ten. That or dusting.

Patsy flinched again as the grenade was shot out of the air from nowhere, wondering where the shot had come from before the one who opened fire finally opened his big mouth.

The immortal looked up, noticing Lucard with one of his pistols aimed her way and sighed.

"One, some dipstick obvious didn't tell you sod all about me, namely the CAN'T FLIPPIN' DIE bit! Second, if you're lookin' to top the little twerp and all, hey, guess I'm on your side, aren't I, Captain Overcompensation Hat?"