Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20181104015326/@comment-26892768-20181106225149

"Oh! Finally, some fresh air!" Carl grins, before handing over the blazer to Veronica. "Here you go, honey - now, time to get out of here!"

Carl promptly teleports outside, and his venture into the outside world is shortly followed by Smoke.

And while that goes on...the Weather Dopant is further into the lab, looking at the screens showing the heroes. To be more precise, he's looking at two figures among the group...

Elsewhere, red eyes flare to life.

Subject 0-84, better known as Painwheel, gets up, snarling. She's rather scrawny - she's only 5'1, for one, and her ribs are clearly showing - but despite this, she still appears rather threatening, thanks in large part due to the giant blades of death attached to her through a cord extending from her spine, the nails embedded in her shoulders and legs, the metal bindings on her wrists, ankles, and neck, her noticeable veins, and most glaringly obvious of all, her stitched-on mask that covers he entire face.

Painwheel starts heading out. While she doesn't like taking orders from Brain Drain in the slightest, since he's one of the two people who ruined her life, she doesn't really have a choice in the matter - it's either obey voluntarily or have her autonomy taken away with a simple command and be made to obey. The incentive presented by Brain Drain is also a good motivator, considering...

Well, now's not the time to be sentimental.

Once Painwheel gets to the surface, she heads for the rooftops, leaping from rooftop to rooftop while scrambling around on all fours, heading towards Little Innsmouth.

Susie looks at Gamzee with a raised eyebrow before deciding to ignore the stoner clown and look at GT!Chara with a toothy grin. "Finally, someone sane - albeit someone who looks disturbingly similar to a friend of mine, but I'll take that over the dog's shit. What's your name?"