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- Angelica Jones - 12-11-2025
The smallest of briefs and Angelica figured they'd just have to wing the rest of this little rescue endeavor as they had been. <br><br>Without another thought, she lifted herself from the ground with a push of thermal energy, falling through the teleportation disk provided, floating onto the scene. Some kids, visibly mutated, looking slightly younger than the heroes gathered. Terrified as they were held hostage by gunpoint against the tree. The scenario was all too triggering for Angelica. That night at the mansion. Their home broken into and assaulted, captured and crucified simply because they existed and a section of humanity didn't care for their existence. <br><br>It seemed that humanity was just hateful about anything. Gender. Sexuality. Race. They'd make any excuse to be prejudice and to hurt others. <br><br>A gunshot rang. They'd just arrived and they've already failed one of the hostages. <br><br>Before she wanted to end this quickly to get back to being comfortable. Now she wanted to end this quickly to see how long it'd before the bodies of these humans were found. Ugh, no. She shouldn't think like that. Professor Xavier would not approve at all of retaliating for the sake of breaking these men out of vengeance.<br><br>But Angelica had been privately tutored by the White Queen, she'd probably through the scenario of dealing with assailants many times over. Those training courses were about survival and doing what needed to be done, whether the opposition was still breathing or not. So she anticipated their gunfire. Still floating within an aura of radiated heat, her hair fanned and blazing as it wavered with the output of her energy. The bullets shot at her melted into metallic globs, dropping to the ground before they could hit her.<br><br><span style='color:orange'>"For all the talk you all say about <i>us</i> being abominations, look in a god damn mirror and self reflect!"</span> Both of her fists shot forward, beams of microwave heat shot forward in twin streams. Two of the men hollered, dropping their weapons as they combusted into flames. Crying worse than the children that they'd just attacked. The fabric of their clothes melting with their skin steadily down to their bones. <br><br><span style='color:orange'>"I can't tell you to go to hell. You bitches can't even take the heat."</span> she beckoned the radiation back to her fists, siphoning the flames from the two humans, eyeing their charred bodies falling, wispy and cracked screams as they writhed on the ground. [AI=https://i.postimg.cc/dt9B3BX6/Firestar_Avy.png]