by Nailah Weaver » Sat Jul 04, 2020 5:31 pm
When the message from Muir appears on her phone Nailah already knows what kind of news it is. She's felt the future... harden, possibilities shrinking down like she had just before she'd managed to evade the future in which Hazard managed to make her his--- She shudders even thinking about the tiny glimpse she'd seen herself hurtling towards. And now that feeling is back, chaotic possibility freezing into perfect stillness.
Hazard got out. She knows that's what the message will say, so when it informs her that the blonde monster died during a prison break she doesn't know what to think. It seems too easy but maybe this is how it was supposed to go. Free to cement her own destiny. Free to really use her power. No more fumbling to sort through all those fickle little moments. She can see it already taking shape, she would be near invincible. No. Will be.
And she already knows what her first step is going to be. She put it off long enough, but this time she's not going to be embarrassed and she'll be able to make up for it. Janice is going to be so glad.
So trivial to find the little bunny hiding in an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of Maldon. It's always a couple steps ahead in the split-seconds of the moment, marching to the beat of her own steps, but that's so inconsequential when you can see all of the sheet music. Through the window, startle her into action, dodge the chair being kicked her way across the floor but the other direction, so the old dresser getting toppled doesn't catch her mid-jump. March is already surprised by the skip in the song and without looking Nailah grabs the back of the chair that slid to a stop behind her, bringing it around to crash into March's hand lashing out with her rapier drawn. She vaguely notes the snap of a bone but doesn't waste any time dwelling on it, leg snapping out to catch March in the stomach and driving her back against the wall. From there she simply spins around, elbow cracking against the villain's head and she crumples to the floor. Easy.
She's already texted Janice to come to the window, but she flicks a pebble at her dorm window anyway, just for effect. She's standing underneath the window, March tied up and unceremoniously dumped on the ground with Nailah's clawed foot firmly planted on the girl. She can't help but grin proudly.