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Who: Cynthia and Nessa
Where: Downtown Los Angeles
When: March 11, nighttime
What: Cynthia and Nessa go on patrol, only to be attacked and captured by evil cyborg monsters.
Warnings: Violence, the aforementioned evil cyborg monsters

[Going on patrol during a Level 4 Outbreak has not been exactly what Cynthia thought it would be. She expected CRIMINAL ACTS and HEROIC BATTLES happening at least once every couple hours. At least. ...Which, alright, wasn't really a reasonable set of assumptions to be carrying into this. But she and Nessa will find something soon, right? There has to be nefarious activity happening somewhere.

She slides off Nessa's back after they round a street corner. As cool as it is to be riding a tiger, Cynthia wants to stretch her legs a little.]

Ughh, are we ever gonna find villains to take down? [Punches to the air accentuate the last two words.]

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[Nessa's reaction, the second noise, and Nessa's second reaction all serve to put Cynthia a little bit on edge. Maybe this is dangerous...]

Okay...it sounds like it's coming clos––

[Suddenly, some sort of creature rushes toward them from inside the alley. It looks kind of like a small dog, but it's bipedal, with a human-looking face and feet. The creature is making a shrill noise as it comes at them. It is honestly one of the most horrifying things Cynthia has seen.

Cynthia lets out a yelp of terror and surprise, and, through some sort of reflex, she uses her powers to fling a metal trash can sitting in the alley at the monster. Both it and the trash can slam against the alley wall, but the creature recovers after a moment and resumes its freaky advance with a limp.]

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[Nessa's hackles instantly raise when the creature lurches out of the gloom, and she carefully watches it, fangs bared as she gives another low growl.

When Cynthia throws the can, it makes Nessa jump, her fur standing on end, but she recovers quickly, scrabbling forward toward the cyborg creature. It didn't smell right. Oil and burning flesh should never merge.

She swipes one of her massive paws at the creature's legs, causing it to topple forward, and she quickly presses her paw down on it's back, pinning it as it leaked oil all over her.]

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[Cynthia watches in abject horror as the thing spews oil on Nessa and the ground. It struggles for a few moments, but then stops.]

Is it...dead? [There's a tremor of something in her voice. Whether it's fear, disgust, or pity is hard to tell.

She sidles towards it slowly, then sticks out her foot and pokes at it. Nothing. She pokes at it again. Nothing. A third time, and she gets a reaction. It tries to lunge at her with the intent to bite her, but Nessa's paw is luckily still pinning it down. Nevertheless, it struggles with even more fervor than before. It might be a little bit angry.

Cynthia stumbles back with another yelp, and her breathing speeds up. Not a nice surprise.] I guess not! ...What are we gonna do with it?

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[Nessa's panting by the time the thing stops squirming, but she wastes no time and goes back to making sure the perimeters are secure from here, ears swiveling around at every little noise and nose flaring. She deems it safe for now, but remains on high alert, glancing over to Cynthia as she comes over. She instinctively grinds her paw deeper into the cyborgs back when it's poked--which is a good thing too because it shudders back into life, giving Nessa a small start. But nothing tries to bite her teammate and gets away with it.

Nessa roars down at the squirming creature, and wastes no time in attempting to dispatch it, sabre-toothed fangs clamping down on it's neck with a sickening crunch. She tears her head back up, ripping a lot of machinery and organic material out in her mouth, the cyborg twitching beneath her paws, squirting oil straight onto Nessa's face.

She drops everything in her mouth and yowls, clenching her eyes shut a she felt the sting of the mixture of oil and blood reach them.

At least the cyborg is dead because Nessa quickly shifts back, her face and arms all covered in the soupy mess, and starts to furiously rub at her eyes, obviously in a lot of pain.]

Owowow!!

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[The cyborg's gory death is disgusting for sure, but Cynthia is more concerned with Nessa's pain. That does not seem like a pleasant substance to have in your eyes.]

Oh, god! Are you okay? [She panics a little bit, unsure of what to do. After a moment or two of floundering, she grabs Nessa's hood and brings it around to wipe at the nasty oil-and-blood mixture on Nessa's face.] I knew I shouldn't have poked it!

[Meanwhile, more faint sounds come from the back of the alley, where it's dark. This can't be good.]

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[Rubbing her eyes is seemingly making it worse, and Nessa hisses uncomfortably as she tries to squint out of one of them.]

--I'm fine! Just got something in my-- [She's cut off by the noises making themselves far more noisy, apparently the smell and sounds of their companions untimely demise drawing them over.]

--Flourish! I can't see!