She blinked a few times upon Ghaspius's sudden introduction. She realized she was staring at a Mismagius, and she felt some form of comfort, thinking back to the one that helped out in her mother's lab.
"
Bonjour," she greeted. "I'm Odette. Pleased to meet you as well."
She finally eyed the little poffin balls, and quirked her brow at them. She...didn't remember poffins being able to glow like that.
"That's very nice of you, but...what's making them glow?" she asked tentatively.
W̴h̶o̶ ̷c̷a̸r̵e̷s̵?̵!̸ ̸E̶a̶t̶ ̵o̷n̸e̶,̶ ̷i̸t̵ ̷l̵o̷o̷k̷s̵ ̶g̵o̸o̸d̴!̶ Odile said eagerly.
Of course, leave it to the prehistoric demon 'mon to want to eat the questionable glowing poffin.
You fucking eat it, she shot back.
I̷ ̴W̷O̵U̵L̵D̸ ̸B̷U̴T̸ ̴Y̶O̷U̶ ̴W̵O̸N̸'̵T̷ ̴L̷E̸T̸ ̷M̸E̷ ̵O̸U̸T̵,̸ ̶N̵O̵W̷ ̸W̴I̴L̵L̸ ̷Y̶O̵U̵?̶ Odile shouted, and Odette had to suppress the urge to scream. This stupid 'mon just didn't understand sarcasm.
You missed the damn--
N̷O̴N̶O̷N̸O̵N̵O̶N̵O̸N̵O̴N̷O̴N̶O̵ ̸I̴ ̸W̶A̴N̷T̸ ̷T̴H̸E̴ ̶G̸L̸O̵W̶I̴N̷G̶ ̸P̵O̴F̶F̵I̶N̷.̶ ̴
Odile--
G̸L̸O̶W̴I̵N̶G̶ ̴P̷O̷F̷F̴I̴N̸,̶ ̶G̶L̵O̴W̷I̵N̶G̷ ̴P̴O̷F̸F̴I̶N̷,̵ ̴G̸L̸O̸W̵I̴N̶G̵ ̶P̵O̴F̴F̴I̷N̷,̵ ̵G̶L̶O̴W̸I̵N̷G̶ ̶P̶O̷F̶F̸I̸N̴
G̷̖̲̠͙̖̻͍̖̰͍̺͔̤̫͇̪̪͎͚̞̬̙̯̼͉̟̿̈́̓͑͑͑̈́̍̒̕̚Ĺ̷̡̛̛͇̞̤̖͇͍̭̝̮̣̩͇̼̹̮̘̊̅̐̅̍̾̆͒͋̇͂̉͊̓̈̇̔̀͋̾̀̐͘̚̚̚̚̚͜͝͠͝O̸̡̧̐̓̐͆̌̽͛̏̂̇͋̎́̋͐̂͗̂͝W̶̛̞͇̞̠̹͇̺̙̘̘͙̋̈́͋̀̈́̈̌̀́̑̑̽̔͐͘͜Ḯ̴̡̢̨̧̫̠̗͔̭̪̥̥̞̹̠̩̫̹̙̩̤͇̳̠̔͒̏́͘͜͠N̷̨̺̗̣͕̖͖̝͓̜͈̜̣̳̯̥̠̑͒̏̀̆͗̈̀̂͑̐͆̅̄̏̇̅̿̏̂̉͆͒̃̔͐̎̚̕͜͝͠͝Ģ̷̢̡̛̛̛͉̤͙͈͎̲̝̹̦̣̙̪͚̬̠́̓̈̊̓́̅̈́́̾̅̏̏͌̄͂͗̍͋͌̇͘͠ ̴͉̝̻͙̞̱̦̙̳̻̝̮͎̟̘̑̌̍̌̃̆̀̚P̵̢̨̨̧̳̹̻̦̘̗͉̳̥͎̦͇̺̞̝̭̠̗͙͔̎̿̐̾̆̋̾̈́̏́͐̽̊͗͂̀̒͌͂̑̚͠Ǫ̷̨̢̧̭̫̪̞̖̭̟͗͌́̌̓̽̈̀͐̉̿̽͑̑̏͒̾̅̊̚͝͝F̸̻̗͚̝͓͖̩͎͓̘̼͉̓̏͂͊̂͊͋͆̀̿͐͜F̷̧͉̫̝̗͓̭̰̘̮͍͖͍̱̙̙͍͎̘̠̮͕̱̤̘̗̬̬͑͌͊̉̀͐̄̆̐͜I̶̧̢̹̤̦̼̗̦̱͕̜̭̘̭̬̥̣̗̲̊͐̈̇̆͛̈́́͑̈́̍͋̍̓̅̅̈́̌̀̾͐̓̉̚̕͠ͅN̵̢̦̮͖̟͕̳̟̞̭̅̉́̀͐͛̃̎́̌̑͐̓̌̇̍͋͗͋̐̓̕̕͝͝͝ ̷̢̡̧̛̺̻̯̖͚̹̥͍̙͚̭̪̟͖̼̪̲̮̘̤̖̩̫̘̪̊̍̐̐̇̐̍̅͐͋́̾̎͒͐͐̇̕̕͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅG̷̨̡̧̢̟̣͎͓͙̳̹͚̞̱̭̊̋̉̂̐̄̉̓̏̇̐͗̕͝ͅL̷͖̞̺̈O̶̢̧̧̢͔̣̜̹̦̱̬̤̘̥̮͚͖͖̲̪̗̳͈͐̽͜͜͝ͅW̵̡̧̪͍̲͕͉̺̦̞͈̬͓͚̦̹̯͕͎̪̤͈͙̮̑͌̀̊̾͑I̸̧̨̧̨̛͕̱͇̰͓̳͕̘̩̜͉̲̺̞̼̙̥͓̬̟̱͔̹͍̓͐̈́͂̈́͂͛͑̃̈̋͛̄̉͂̾̐̄͐̊̈͘͘͜͜͝ͅN̸̢͔̤̲͚̝͛̾͋̉̓̔͛̅́̆̃́̚͘͝Ģ̵̛̛̻͎͔͕͙̣̙̳̬̲͍͓̽͐̈́̍̈͐͂̇̓̂͌̃͋͒͆͆̐̈́̂̃̂͗̄̽̄̕͝ͅ ̵̡̛̟̬̝̳̦̜̮̬͔̳͚̞̟̓̆͗̉̔͋̈́̽͂͂̒̓̓̍̀̓̈́̓͐͊͊͋͘̕͝͝͝P̸̢̛̭̬̤̜͔̣̝̖̳͇̱̖͚͓̹͇̗̣̼̣̱͇̙̗̦̈́͗̍̒̉̆̏̏͌̎̿̍̉̓̎̑̽͋͆̌̅̈́̎͒̎͆̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅƠ̵̢̢̧̙͔̹̗̼̪̮͓̜̟̣̼̫̖̠͇̱̝͈̗͛̀͂͌͛̇̓̾̋͋͜͝F̴̡̱̗͇͙͓̲̫̟̺̰̥̼̗͍͐̀̋̋̓͗̋̾͗̚̕ͅF̶̢̡̣̲̮͖̠̝̈́͌̉͑̓̉̆͒͂̋́͛͠I̶̧̛̛̛̛͉͍̥̩͎̮̲͔͓̜͎̠̝̭̝̞͇̩͇̙͔͔͙̗͉̹̓̒̇̌͋̄̏̅̇̈́̽̔͐̄̏̎̔͂̄̈͘͘͠N̸̨̛̫͍̤̮̻͙̪̹̯̞̙̜̙͙̭̄͗̂̃̂̉̊͑̈́́͛̑̈́̋̃͌̊̚͜ͅͅ ̴̨͔̲̝͚̩̻͖̲̞͖̈́͆̒̀͊̓̓̾̀̔̿̈́̾́̉̉̑̈́̈́̈́̋̋͛̇̋͘̚͝ͅͅͅǴ̴̨̩̭̟̣̻͇͉͓͓̳̟̯̽̄̎͛̏̉̌̄̑͆̐̆̇͐̍͐̒̿̕͠͝L̷̨̧̩̳͕̥̝̜̠͈̮̰̺̭̪̹͕̬͉̮̹̻̝͕̮͓̲̘̾̐̍̂͋͊͂̀̽́͐̈̽́̆̊͋͋̓̇̋̌͑͋͛̀͌̉̚͠͠Ơ̸̡̡̧̥͙̼̣͖̹̬̠͖̤̟͉̲̤̳̦͓̫͇̦̦͔̇́̃͒͒͂̍͒̿̎̾͒͋͊̊͐̐̕̕͘͝͝ͅẆ̵̩̥̌́̉̃̃̈́̉I̷̧̧̛̛̬̝͙̥̠̻̻̰̗̳͎̜̙̐̾͂͌͛͒̏̀̄̈́̑͋̉͂̽̎͂̚ͅͅN̷̢̡̢̨̡̥͍̜͉̠̩͇̠̘̝̦̤͈̪̜̥̣̠͍͓̖̼͖̥̖̓̾̓̑͛̓̌͘̚͘͠G̸̨̨̠̪̤͖͎̯̳͉̥̥̖̲̟͍̩͙͂̾̉͊̾̈́̌͛̽̔̊͂̆̑͌͋̇̀̉̾̓́̋̒̋̀̃̆̈́̒̃ͅ ̴̬̻̟̮͙̦͓̪̳͍͚̈́͐́̍̏̾̑́͘͠͠P̴̨̛̛̠̻̰̣͕̤͍͎͓͍͔̮̗͔̯̠͙̰̼̹̪̗̮͋̔͊̌͂͗́̋͗̆͒̓̑̊̑̿̑ͅǪ̸̢̧̨͖̮̳͇̲̳̥̫̜̖̩̗͙̼̖͉͖̩̦͓̝̺̍̇͊̈́̎̇́̃̆̌̇͌̀͋̆̋̔͒̅̃̎̚͝F̷͈͕̯̱͎̤͙͔̬̮̜̦̘̩̹̰̾͊͑̔̈͋̌̀͛͐͋͂͝͠ͅF̸̢̧̨̫͇͉̮͈̠̯̣̭̯͈̣̘̪̝͕͖̖̂̏̀̊̆͜Į̵̢̰̺͕̟̥̭̺̬̺̣̈́͑̈́͆̆̊͜͝N̷̡̧̡̡̢̡̮̹̬̮͓͈̜̺̥͉̜̩̹͚̝̪͙̖̼͉͇̺̹̓̉̽̀͋͊́̏́̌̎̔̏̀̽̑̿̍̔͗̒̒̀͘͘͜͝͝.̶̢̢̡̨̧̛͚̤̱̝̣͈̱̪͍̟͇̞̥̥̳̦̲̰̗̟̳̟͓̝̠̔̐̽̓̈́͜ͅͅ
She couldn't take it. It was too loud. Her expression melted into something far more malicious, and she slammed her hands over her ears.
Ģ̷̈̊̃̀̃̒̄̀̊̓̄͝͝͝L̴̡̙̞̠̩̲̭͙͓̩̠̟͋̄͜͝Ö̵̙̭̳̖͕̳̦̱̳̠̮̟͎̘͉̮̌̉̉͆̅͆̌̚͜͝W̴̗̦̙͔̙̩̬̮͓̠̼̖̺̄Į̷͕̼̳͉̩͉̠̗̖͔̫̭̰͓̤͙̈́͒̈́̇̽̑̆̃̐̓̈́͑̓̄̄͛̈͘̕͜͝ͅN̴̡̩̖̐̑̃̅̀̕ͅG̵̘̹̙͕̩̣̈́ ̶̞̏͊̈̑͗͛͛̆̔̑͘͠͝Ğ̸̡̼͓̺̝̮̠̩̤͔͇̼̣͙̖̘͈̹͉͎͍͌̊̄̿͑͆́̔̐͆͒͛̂͂ͅL̸̮̼̱̱͉̹̗̲̦͎̳̦̼̾̆̒̄̈́̏̿̓̆̏͛̕O̵̟͓͈̼̯̤͍͍̱͓̞̩̦̖̓̒͛̉̐͌̈́̔̑̂͆̽̈́̓̅̑̿͑́͜͝W̷̛̦̙͚̣͚͇͔̙̺͇̭̟͉̖̞̮̬̥͍̝͉̼̯̾͐̓̂̐̕I̴̡̩̻̜̺̳͓̮͚̹̙͙͓͓̙͓̘̝͋̽̊͋͐̓̈̊͜N̵̪͉͔̯̮̭͖̥̫̭̐͑̈́̓G̵̢̛̤̱͛̅̊̎̃̏̍̔͋͗̎͒͆̃̂̀̏̉̕͠͝͠ ̶̨̧̛̱̤͚͖̙̟͍̣̺̫͖̼͍̭͛͒̏̒́͆͆̆̽͝G̷̨̢̨̫̠͇̻̭͔̫̩̪̫͓̳̱̤̤͔̲̺͕͂̃͆͝L̴̮̱͖̭̗͇̠̱̊̿̽̇͑̅̉͘͝Ǫ̵̮̙̮̼̪̗͔̤̖̤̪̒̋́̽̔́̏͆́̏̓ͅW̸̧̨̹̙̣̫͔͈̤̰̯̠̯̞̳̿̈̽͂̏̉̂͂̔͋͐̌͠I̶̩̖͇͋̆̔̉̄̌̌̾̀̆̈͑̑̈̋͘͝N̶̨̨͈͔̱̥̼͈̘̭̹̰͚̊̀̋̌͌̀͌ͅͅͅG̴̡͋̈́́̕ ̶̛̝̈͒͐̽̎̈́͊̈́̏͘P̴̛̣͔͎̜̀̓̀̅̏̈́Ò̷̧̡͖̪̬̤͕̱̳̖̯͉̋́͑̍Ḟ̴̧̼͍̼͍̞̖̗̜̬͇̳̖̮͈̩̪͚̲̓̉̑̏́̂̑͑̃͂̋̅̇͑̏̎̋̚͘͜͝F̴̡̤͚̪̝͈̈́̈́̀̒̅̌̈́̽͋̉̿̓̅̐̚͠͠I̷̛̛̥̰̪̖̱̲͌͊͒̃̏͛̾̿̊̇̀̈͊̚͝͝ͅN̵̛̠̜͖̦͉̜̉̈́̈́̽̉̂̐͒͊̇͐͂͂̋̀̇̍̋̽͘̚ ̶̢̡̗̬͚̖̹̲̺̰̪̰̳̤͇̲̰̖͎̪͉̭͎́̐̎̍͐ͅP̷̢̨̢̛͍̻̪̪̩̯̠̮͈̼͓̮͙͖͖͇̲̯̓̽̈́̐͑͛̊͋̄̚͘͝͝Ȯ̴̧̨̼̘͖͓̣͚̬̳͎̯̩̗̬̫͙̗́F̴̧̢̩͕̘̣͖̜͙̖̪͖̹͈̞̳̝̱̎̐͂̎̉F̸̬̄̓̿̄̓̉̎̒͒̂̀̎̍̎̕̚I̸̛̳̝͔̘͈̽̑̿̅̈̃̆Ņ̸̡͎͙̬̜͙̥͚̰͎͉̹̫̩͕͕͎̯̤̮̭̈́̋̈́̈́ ̴͈̠̳̐̈́̋̽̉̊̕͠͝P̵̧̢̢̡͉̹͇͕̹͗͒̽̿̓̒̈́̉͗̑͂̃̓͂̌̃͗̚͘͝͝Ơ̶̢̛͓͈͚̳̟̮̜̪̮͉̤̳͍͊̽̈̽̽̃̃̏̐͊̒̈̋̈́̕̕͠͝͝͠͝͝F̷̩̘͓͔̭͗͆̃̊̆̔̍͆̀̾̓̈́̐́̌̈́̈̀̀͑̽̈́̕F̷͓̞̮̟͓̄̀̐́̋̏̿̏́I̵̧̧̨̢̨̨̛̹͚͓͚̥̮̟͇̞̥̺̩͙͓͖͓̘̳͋́̂͂͋̍̀̆̾͊̊͌̎͗̈́̑͋͆͋̊N̴̳̠̯͇̟̘̫̣͍̱̱̳͈͋̂̽̅̃̈́͛̽͌̆̈̿̕̕͠ ̶͖̘̝̥̮͉͎͕͙̞͈̀̅́̃̀Ȧ̸̡̛̬͚̘̪̬̮͎̫͍̻̠͕͉̮̥͔̦̤́̏̀͋͋̽̉̌͗́́̀̃̃͆̓̅͗̋͐͜͝N̸̯̦̙̬̤̱͔̼̤̣̳̪̥̰̈́͛̉͒͑́̔̊͒̈́̿̅̈̒́̒͌͛́̆͊̚̕͘Ḑ̶̤̞̠̻̤̰̺̪̓́̉̍̓̌͌̈́͆̄̔͠͝ ̴̭̤̦̼̼̯̗͕̖̈́̆̇̽̃͛̓́́͊̕͝
̶̖̰̣̼̩͙͇̫̝͊̈́͆́̿͛͒̅̽͌͐̿̍́̔̊͛̄̔̎͌̔̌͝
̴̨͓̙̟̬͎̞̺̘͍̮͒́̊͑͗́̐̑̒̇̈́͝R̵̛̙̼͒̃͑̇͛̊̑̚͠Ę̶̛̲͕̜̫͇͇̣̣͉͔̻̾̽̃̎͝C̶̡̖̱̯͎̓̂̏̀͌͐͐͑̀̌͆̊̓͂̓̆̈́̽̒͘̚͘L̷̨̢̼̱̪̭͒Ị̴̛̺͙̱̜͖̼̤̤̃͐̅̈́̅̋͑̓̀̋͠͠N̴̨̛̳̥̳̲̬̦̣̻̫̥̟̮̪̺̾̍̈́̾͑̍̿͗̀̑̓̅̓͌̑̎̄̓̾͝E̸̡̺͍̘̪̺̺̞̲͚̱͔̣̰͍͉̞̞͐̓̽̿̒Ŕ̵̮̰̥̻͚͈̣͎͍̼͇͑͐̿͐͐̃͊̋̅̾͘͘͝͝͠,̷͇̤͖̱́͊̒͂͐͐͒̏̇̇͘ͅ
̶̧͙̠̜̝̮̇͑̈́̅̈ͅ
̴̡̡̧̛̬͍̲̭͕͎̣͍͓̪̟͙̗̄͂̓̃̈̉̓͌̉͊̋̽͋̄́̃̄͘͜͜C̷̛̝͇̈́̍͒̾̋̈́͗̐̑̐̕͝O̶̧̞̦͖̞̻̹̳͇͔̟̺̹̰͈̹̼͖̔̌̓̔̐̇̌̽͝ͅͅƯ̵̡̢̢̧̧̧͖̳̭̫̙͎̤͍̭̼̟͂̎̃͆̎̈́̿̑̑̽̓̕͘͝ͅĊ̵̦̾͠H̵̥̩͔͖̜̜̰̦̗͇͈̄̃̿̊,̵̨͚̫͙̦̯̲̰̘͚̲̻̝͎͙͔̫͇̺̠͓̤̀̃̉̀̈́̾̇̄͐͜͝
̶̢̡̨̥̖͔̦͈̦͇̘͕̳̰̼͚̤͍̹̓̓͊̋̈̈́͐̈́̎̀̆̀̊͛̈́͆̓͜͝
̷͙͇̯̀R̴̡̢̢̧͇͓̜̲̥͓̣̝̝͉̹̫͉͉̲̟̖̎̍̑͌̏̾͒̿̄ͅE̷̢̡̢̛̺͉̥͙̞̖̻̞͚̦̙͖͎̙͇̮̝̬͍͂͐̋̎̈̈́̃̿͌͝C̷̢̨̧̗̬̭̜̜̹͚̭̩̞͓̍̓̓̾̈́̽̊͌̅̈̌́̇̀̏̾̕̚͜͠L̵̡̡̢̙̙̣̲̹̭͔͇̝̻̗̟̠̳̬̩̦̜͉͉͔̅̀̄͌̓͒̚͝I̴̧̡͇̻̞̻̠̣̘̗͔͖͖͈͖͈̒̅̄̀̉̅̓̅̈̈́̓̏̍̀̎̓͌͒̓͛̊̚͘͝N̷̫͙͎̙͙̋̔̓E̴͈̟͚͓̦͂́̓̂͌̆̓̈̒̑̅͒͂̍͊̃̇͂͂̎̕͘͠͝Ŗ̴̡̧̲͔͙̟̰̪̙͍͔̰̩̭̭̬͕̥͚̮͇͔͌̕,̴̡̛͍̮̳̙̖̘̫̻͓͚̻̠̠̜͓̭͍̙̝̪̼͂̀͐͌̾̇̐̈̓͑̕͜͝ͅ ̴̨̛̜̱͙̩̠͚͉̩̬͒̔̀̿̍̀̀̋̈͒͌͌́̏͝
̷̨̺̼͙̪͈̪̠̘͉͓̩̺̜̝̞̱̗̦̈́̄̈́̓̎͒̇̐̄̃́͑̿̚ͅ
̵̨̛̠̖̹̯͚͙͈̭̦̻͖̺͇̺͍̣̫̟̠̫̜̫́̒͒̔̾́́͐̊͐́̉̀́́̕͠C̴̛̤̣̘̮̬̝̥͓͈̟̣̳͈̼͖͔̣̋͂̊̂͋̔͑̋̽̏́̀̄̕͜͜͝Ơ̸̛̻̝̤̄͗̒̏̔̉̍͆̕͝U̵̥̠̟̯̔̀͒̅̄͒̊̃̚̕C̸̨̨̘͍̪͉̹͎̲̤̪̍̎̀̾́̋͌̀͠H̸͎͎̠̰̲͙̏͌̅͐͒̅͆̐̍́͑͌̂͝!̵̨̭̮̞͉̹͓̰̖̗͈̘́̌͗͒̋͝
She grunted in pain.
Fuck it.
She reached out, and in one swift motion, she grabbed one of the bites and shoved it into her mouth. She held it there for a few moments, and began to chew, and the screaming immediately stopped.
It...didn't actually taste bad. In fact, it tasted really
good. Who would have thought? She slowly swallowed it, then thumbed the corner of her mouth.
"That was pretty good," she muttered. "Thank--"
She inhaled a sharp gasp as her whole body went rigged. Her eyes faded from their normal colors, slowly becoming something more
otherworldly--her whites turned black, and her pupils began to shine a vibrant gold. As this happened, the Pokeball on her leg exploded open with a
blinding flash of gold and a barrage of smoke.
What now stood behind Odette was a
towering terror of a 'mon--it closely resembled a dragon, if said dragon had been made entirely out of ragged tree branches and roots. It was completely arched over her in somewhat of a protective stance, but that might have been more because it could just barely fit under the roof of this building; it couldn't have been less than 12 feet tall. It outstretched its wings, knocking some furniture over in the process, as it hovered it's beaming face over Odette's tiny body.
"T̷H̶A̸T̸ ̵W̶A̵S̵ ̷S̶O̶ ̷W̴O̶N̶D̷E̷R̶F̶U̶L̴! T̴A̸S̴T̴E̶D̸ ̸B̴E̷T̷T̴E̴R̴ ̷T̵H̸A̷N̵ ̶Y̴O̵U̶R̴ ̸B̴L̸O̶O̸D̷.̴!" Odile cheered. It'd have been adorable if her voice didn't sound like a mix of TV static and a screaming banshee. "
I̶'̷M̸ ̵S̴O̴ ̸H̷A̸P̵P̴Y̴ ̶I̸ ̵C̴O̸U̶L̷D̶ ̷F̸͇̱̠̱̝͍͉͚̮͗͘L̴̯͆̉̾̾̈̀Y̵̻̏̏̅͋̏̚ ̴̡̼͚͉̪̜̼̙͊̉͆̋̚͝͠ͅL̶̗̊͆̓̄̌͑͠Ạ̴̛̘̃̾͐̋̅̏͗̍P̶̨̖̩͚͌͜Ŝ̴̟̙̮͍̟͍͛̇̓̚͝." She blinked a few times, peering around the area, then shrugged her gangly wings.
"S̴o̸ ̷I̴'̴m̸a̶ ̸d̸o̸ ̶t̸h̶a̶t̸!̷"
She bounded into the air, knocking her head into a pipe.
"AH! F̸U̴C̸K̸ ̷Y̷O̶U̸ ̷C̷E̶I̷L̵I̵N̴G̴.̵ ̴"
She inhaled sharply and shot out a beam of glowing green energy, effectively blasting a hole into the pipe, and thus, that entire section of the ceiling. Debris rained down around her and the others. That seemed to be the extent of the rage, because she turned and flew off down the winding maze of a path, sending furniture and décor flying in all directions with her wingspan, before disappearing around a corner with a bellowing laugh.
Odette, oddly colored eyes wide with a mixture of pure, undiluted embarrassment and absolute horror, watched Odile go from her frozen stance. She shot a wide eyed look at those who happened to be standing around her, before breaking into a sprint after the eldritch god.
"Fucking Christ,
ODILE!" she shouted as she ran.
