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[civilizedcombat]

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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[civilizedcombat]

[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.]

[purrsuit]

[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!