Jailhouse Rock [Nym]

[Jess]

Let me guess, I bet you love a girl who can kick your ass, right~?

“Rrnnn…” Sometimes the process of rousing from one's slumber neither enjoyable nor even preferable for that matter, Nicole Nelson seemed to give a groan as she felt the trappings of unconsciousness ebb away and abduct her from whatever blissful dreams or simple blankness of her mind could offer, and instead hand her over to a force that was entirely undesirable, but at the very least sedate and almost gentle in its application.
“Rrrggnnnhhh…!” More than a few seconds seeming to pass as incapacity yielded to a rational mind and the awareness that provided, a few more seemed to pass as the eyelids of the ebony enchantress fought against the act of waking rather stubbornly, and for the briefest of intervals all she felt was something hard pressing against her or her pressing against something hard, which honestly, given what happened next felt like pure and unbridled bliss.

Fucking… Head. The feeling of the fox seeming to hold back before rushing toward her with a cruel reminder that the world or at least the one she inhabited could be a harsh and unforgiving place, the scantest slither of space betwixt the generous lashes that she possessed allowed the passage of light to fall on her retina, and with that so too did the agony begin as her every thought and every movement seemed to be dominated a thumping ache within her skull which seemed to radiate outward. God, it felt like she had been shot in the head by a harpoon. Over and over. Every damn moment like someone was taking turns jamming a red hot knife between her eyes and in her ears and through every other point in which such wrath could creep into her cranium.

Looks like… I didn't make it to bed? For that reason the brunette seeming to take quite the substantial period for her to register the fact that she currently seemed to be draped rather inelegantly across the ground with her hair a mess and slickness oozing down from the corner of her mouth, with the devil pounding the biggest and baddest drum he could it was with the pace of a lethargic snail that the sable siren could take in her environment and realize where she was, and for the moment all she could see as she flopped around like a fish fresh from the water was walls and a lack of any kind of creature comfort.
…The fuck am I?! In one way glad to realize that she was alone in whatever room she now found herself within given the number of mornings in her life which had seen her wake up to strangers in much the same state as her and a lack of both modesty and implied inhibition on her part, she checked herself over and noted the fact that aside from the absence of a coat she had been wearing the day before her ensemble seemed mostly intact, and therefore she might just have been more of a good girl than she had expected the night before. Though not by much, she would have wagered, given the fact that at least one of the walls she could see nearby now looked more like the bars on a cage than anything else…

	Nikki Nolan	### words
	@tag, Putting the Ass in Class,

[Kami-Gaz]

The sounds of late morning in the town outside were evident, townsfolk were milling about and doing their daily tasks. Most of which were passing by the Sheriffs office as they completed their morning chores. The mumbling sounds of people greeting each other and talking to their mounts was quite soothing in some ways. Most words were muffled with everything else, the tell-tale clip clopping of horses meandering about, and some carts being dragged whilst burdened with wares or supplies were also in the discordant cacophony of the morning sunlight.

“Now, Miss Nymphodora.” A burly voice intoned into the dimly lit sheriff’s office, its owner an older man on the larger side of girth with a thick white moustache and a brown Stetson in his hand. “I do appreciate your help by bringing in the drunkard last night, but I cannot offer you a reward and I am not in the business of taking on any female deputies. Especially foreigners with devil fruit abilities.”

The woman with four arms, the lower pair being folded over each other with the upper pair resting fists on her waist, looked over the large cell that had the stirring drunkard in. With a pointed frown she looked back to the man and sighed. “Oh and the three other people I’ve brought in over the last week for worse crimes than hers can just walk?” She asked pointedly before shaking her head and taking a step to the side, her large tail scraping over the wood as she did.

“N-no, they were punished to the extent of the law, for the crimes *I* had evidence of them committing.” The Sheriff grumbled as he walked around his desk, stopping when the sound of a muffled shout caught both of the peoples ears.

“SHERIFF! COME OUT! I HAVE COME TO PUT YOU DOWN.” A male bellowed. Causing the Sheriff to sigh, blowing out the edges of his long grey moustache as he did. With a shake of his head the man picked up the gun that was on his desk and slotted it into his holster before walking to the door.

“We’ll finish this when I get back missy, I have a better job offer for you than just a deputy.” He spoke before pushing his more rotund figure out of the door and letting it slam closed behind him. Leaving Nym alone with a frown on her face in the free side of the Sheriff’s office.

[Jess]

Let me guess, I bet you love a girl who can kick your ass, right~?

Sounds like… A woman's voice~? The reality of her situation seeming to steadily dawn on the sable siren as she ran an admittedly bleary pair of eyes across the bars which seemed to surround her, while some might have been threatened by this fact it seemed the hangover and tiredness it inflicted seemed to diminish the raven's reception for her currently caged status, and instead she opted to simply remain sprawled across the ground in a slightly more comfortable fashion as she took in the situation and waited for her head to clear.
Pocket-sized fun, eh~? Principle among these factors the 'opposition' that she might have been up against if she opted to throw herself through the bars and with that in mind the vision of the vixen falling upon the figures who seemed to be keeping her hear, while she was still a bit too groggy to pick up entirely what the people beyond were saying she could at least do a little window shopping, and frankly didn't entirely dislike that fact as the 'display' offered a short stack of bubblegum bliss for her. At least, that's how things looked from where her half-drunk ass was positioned. Though soon the peace even this view would be broken, unfortunately.

Fucking… Noisy! All too quickly it seeming that even the effort to gather her thoughts and the slightest semblance of the starting point of an escape plan would be driven away as some loudmouth seemed to pipe up in a fashion that seemed to remind Miss Nelson of the ache in her skull in the most pronounced fashion possible, it was like dropping a bolt of lightning right into her skull from the heavens, and feeling it surge outward through her flesh in a jolting moment of agony, and irritation.
“You bastards mind keeping it down?!” Sufficed to say this enough of a cause for the floored femme to finally conjure something coherent though admittedly not all that cultured, regardless of how short stack or the sheriff seemed to answer the intrusion the woman in the cell certainly seemed to greet it with little good intent, and instead seemed to prompt her to lash out with both verbal means and those of violence as well.

“Tryna get some beauty sleep here, you know?” Sensing the direction that the hellish hollering seemed to come from and lashing the limb nearest to it against whatever surface she could find, Nikki did not know if she was thrashing the wall or the floor but given the might of the minx either would likely shake and thump as she hammered it angrily, and yet only briefly, given the state of her head right now.
“Hangover's enough without these fuckers…!” Whatever loudness she was able to summon to answer that abominable din only seeming to be a double edged sword with how sound and activity seemed to make her head hurt, all she could do once the cost outweighed the benefit was to roll onto her side and curl into a bit of a ball, and wonder how long it would be until she got something to eat and drink. After all, while she wasn't expecting miracles in what she assumed was the local jail, something to soak up the alcohol in her belly was long overdue, wasn't it?

	Nikki Nolan	### words
	@tag, Putting the Ass in Class,

[Kami-Gaz]

“-Mind keeping it down!?” Nymphadora heard from the cell at the back of the office, causing her to sigh in annoyance. The nuisance had to wake up now of all times? With a frown the winged bug woman stepped forward and looked into the dimly lit cell to see a woman flailing her arm in the direction that the door slammed. She was hungover? Well that was good, it was payback from making dragging her in so annoying.

Once the menace had shut her own mouth and seemed to cool off was when Nym leaned forward and rested her upper arms on the bars. With a twisted smile she eyed the woman and considered the space she had in the building, nefarious plans to get petty revenge all needed a bit of planning before they could be pulled off. It was a shame the space was a bit tight and the ceiling low for the Griffinfly to spread and flap her wings. Oh well, a more old fashioned approach was to be taken.

“Oh shush.” Nym spoke, her voice carrying a hard and commanding feminine tone that just wasn’t seen often outside of a military unit. Some teachers could have it, but they were often the ones that got caught up in the fantasies of others. “Do you remember why you’re locked up in here? The sheriff just nipped out to deal with some idiots.” Nym spoke again, now pressing her face closer to the bars so the hungover woman could get a good look at its strangely soft features.

“What’s your name?” She asked, the second set of hands pressing to the bars to hold onto them. There were muffled sounds coming from outside, it seemed the Sheriff and his deputies were In a loud conversation. Every now and then a word would drift into the office but it was nothing that could paint a picture of what the scene outside was.

[Jess]

Let me guess, I bet you love a girl who can kick your ass, right~?

How I ended up here…? The brow of the brunette furrowing as the pinkette seemed to realize her new and awake status and seemed to interrogate her because of this, as she did so Nikki was glad to see that the nearness did not seem to diminish that curvy level of cuteness she was giving off one little bit, though with her first inquiry she was left a little adrift, even if she was reluctant to admit that fact. What had happened before her rude awakening seeming like mere nuggets of gold in a vast and dusty desert, while there was a detail here or there like heading into a bar and maybe having a bit of a disagreement with someone ultimately the specifics of her evening were lost to the wicked whims of the demon known as drunkenness, but that was something she kept to herself for the moment.

“I can think of a few reasons…” Instead simply seeming to narrow her gaze and look toward the woman with a slight air of smugness in her smirk, if this fuschia fox thought that the law or whomever she represented was going to have an easy time with her, then she could think again. Never one who had much time for those who answered to the authority of the land and certainly not about to admit to any potential crimes or anything else, the ignorance she felt was bliss for her and had the added effect of winding up whomever had her captive, which when one was so disposed toward rebellion was the cherry on the cake really.

“My name~?” Once more seeming to act dumb as she was asked who she was as well and happy at the implication that they would be ignorant to that for the moment, it suited her design for the time being to remain anonymous without any further reasons for condemnation to come toward her marvellous moniker, so Miss Nelson simply arched her brow and tilted her head for another moment of self-satisfaction.
“Might depend what you have on the menu for breakfast?” Happy to lift her hands up and pay them behind her head in a fashion which would with any luck imply total relaxation, the sable siren closed her eyes and shrugged her shoulders at such a query, and opted to make sure that whatever they got from her was in no way easily earned, and at best an exchange.

“A gal like me can get awfully forgetful on an empty stomach, you know?” A girl who had a lifetime of experience at making easy situations hard and sticking a metaphorical middle finger up at those who believed they had some form of power or influence over her, at least when it was unearned, she hummed as she opted to be as difficult as possible for the poor woman who had taken charge of her, and acted out in a fashion that was beyond childish really.
“Hard to think when I'm all hungry, nuisances in my ear… besides, it's rude to ask without introducing yourself, right Miss Bubblegum?” Taking a stand however on principle and that principle one that was sourced from a lifetime of loathing for the law, she had nothing personal against this sheriff or whatever she was beyond the mere fact that she seemed to work for an institution she hated, perhaps she was an idiot for acting like this when she was at such an obvious disadvantage but… Well, yeah, she was an idiot huh?

	Nikki Nolan	### words
	@tag, Putting the Ass in Class,

[Kami-Gaz]

Nym raised an eyebrow as she watched the hungover troublemaker get comfy, damn she was a lippy girl, wasn’t she? A true crap magnet. This was going to be one of those days where she got stuck in a loop until an external factor shook up the scene. Oh well, she could at least humour the jail bird and piss off the Sheriff that had already pissed her off at the same time. “Sure, breakfast coming right up.” Nym replied with a dry tone, her heavy boots pounding the floor as she walked back to the sheriff’s desk.

A moment later she walked back with his bagged lunch in one hand and kneeled down as two others stretched the bars of the cell wide enough to slip it through without issue. Once it was wide enough the arm holding the lunch poked through to place it on the floor. Once she pulled her arm back the hands on the bars pushed them mostly back to normal. With a content sigh the woman stood tall again.

“Sheriff pissed me off, so you get his lunch whilst I wait for him to tell me why you’re still locked up.” She grumbled, hearing the muffled conversation outside grow to more of a shouting match and then go quiet. Ah crap it got heated so much that the idiots decided a duel would solve it. Well, that was just going to end with smiles all round. “Look, I just dragged you here because I don’t know where you live princess. He’s the sketchy one, so don’t get prissy.”

“Call me Nym, Miss Bubblegum was my mother.” The bug girl spoke, resting her upper arms on the cell as she watched the inhabitant for a moment. Why was the Sheriff wanting to hold her for longer? Why was this girl important? Nym only dragged her here because she needed a night in the drunk tank. With a huff she blew her bangs to the side and rested her forehead on the arms. The lower pair of arms were crossed just under her chest, a finger tapping away on the leather strap that held her guns in annoyance.

[Jess]

Let me guess, I bet you love a girl who can kick your ass, right~?

“Hahaha, for real?” Not for a moment expecting that her wilfully disobedience would be rewarded not only with a hearty meal but also yet another chance to stick it to the proverbial 'man', and one supposed the literal one as well, though nikki had been aiming to play things as cool as a cucumber in the crisper this all went out the window given the opportunity she was presented, and with the definite piece of evidence that the bubblegum beauty wasn't half as bad as she might have assumed given their respective positons. And well, the wall of iron bars that seperated them, more than anything.
“Yeah! Screw that guy! Let's have his dinner too!” Because of this the brunette quickly seeming to wriggle and find a sudden spurt of vigour that seemed to defy the hangover she was feeling, the prospect of rebellion and one with this stocky but splendid stranger was something that was better than any kind of painkiller when one was so used to being contrary, and so all too quickly the dark delight had rocked her way to her feet to hang off that very same barricade now that she knew she had judged the pinkette rather too harshly.

“Hahahaha, well, Nikki if we're gonna be friends…” Moody for sure but never one that could look a gift horse with gams like those in the mouth for too long, the dusky detainee licked her lips and offered out her hands eagerly as she waited for the promise of sustenance, and even happened to give up her name given how she had successfully started what seemed thus far quite the profitable pro quo between them, and felt eager to turn over a new leaf.
“So what's a pretty little thing doing in a dive like this, hm~?” Not going anywhere for the time being and as such having plenty of time to kill in her opinion, while it was definitely the case that miss nelson hoped their burgeoning buddy ship might see her free sooner rather than later she was happy to offer a little company to the new face in her life now that the girl was starting to prove she wasn't half the tight ass that usually had seemed to tend to the cells in her experience, and grinned as she did so. Sure, it was partly out of self-interest, but hey, maybe it might get herself a prison wife or something, eh?

	Nikki Nolan	### words
	@tag, Putting the Ass in Class,

[Kami-Gaz]

Seeing the troublemaker change her tune at the idea of sticking it to the man and taking his lunch did bring a smile to the ex-cop’s face. She knew how people ticked and Nikki was going to be far more open now that she thought Nym was on her side. Well, she was, Nikki should have been released hours ago, not left locked up. Sitting down with crossed legs the pink haired young woman kept a beam of a smile on her face.

“Well, this pretty thing,” Nym started, actively avoiding the use of little… she hated being called short. “Was passing through and needed some change so I cleaned up some drunks and petty arses that were causing trouble and got some cash for doing it.” She spoke, her wings fluttering against the cold wooden floor and making a series of slapping noises. The girl swayed as she did and then looked to Nikki. “Long story short I ran away from all my problems and ended up in this dump doing odd jobs to get by.”

She let out a sigh and shook her head, that was too much. “What about you. What’s a feisty gem like you doing shining in a toilet like this?” Nym asked, somewhat whimsically. It was interesting to get peoples stories, especially if they asked about your own. That was only fair, and it helped to establish a bond. The fact this hungover girl was actually kinda cute did help to nudge this along a bit as well.

[Jess]

Let me guess, I bet you love a girl who can kick your ass, right~?

“Hahaha, really?” The brow of the brunette lifting up a little at the admission of her jocular jailer, Nikki tilted her head to one side as she showed a mild sense of disbelief, before hearing her belly rumble and beginning to tuck into her borrowed breakfast with a greedy and gregarious sense of gusto.
“You seem like you got some tacks though… What kinda trouble's gonna make you run?” Frowning at the description she was given by the pink policewoman as she began to stuff what food she had been given into her maw in an ungracious and largely finger-driven manner, she wipes her mouth as she summed up the impression the woman had given her, and reflected as she did so that anyone with the balls to give her bosses dinner away to a hungry soul didn't seem the type to skip away from trouble or responsibility.

“Welll, I think I went for a drink or two… Maybe more…” Peering around her as well as the flutter of those wings seems to catch her now more able eye and leave her feeling curious about their presence even if now didn't seem the ideal time to ask about them, she took another handful of grub and stuffed it into her maw before she answered the question about how she seemed to have ended up here, though now was happy to be a little more honest in that regard on account of how they seemed to be getting their 'bro' on between them.
“Did I get in a fight?” The vision of the vixen narrowing however as she attempted a matter description but found the means of her mind sorely lacking, while she could certainly remember a hearty and heated spot of disagreement in her recent history, Miss Nelson wasn't sure if that was last night or another, and so turned her hands over to inspect her knuckles for confirmation on the issue.

“Yeah, there might have been a fight…” Noting the obvious evidence when she did so, from the look of an all too familiar sense of the bruising upon her knuckles and a dash of crusting blood between her fingers she could only assume that her instinct was right on the money, and nodded in affirmation of that fact because of this, and all without really considering how incriminating her 'confession' and the evidence that provided it might have ended up being. Thought really, a jail like this didn't seem too hard to break free from with her head on straight and food in her belly, in truth.

“Like any good night, the finer details are a little hazy~?” Perhaps this seeming to be another reason why she had little issue looking up to the woman with a smirk on her face and even flashed the fuchsia femme a wink as well, it wasn't long before she lifted the lunchbox up and began to tip the food right into her mouth nonchalantly. Showing, as she did so, a decided lack of respect for the law or table manners as well as she munches like she hasn't eaten in a week, at least until she began to choke and cough as well as mass began to overwhelm means…

	Nikki Nolan	### words
	@tag, Putting the Ass in Class,

[Kami-Gaz]

Hearing the story about how Nikki thought she ended up in here brought a chuckle to the former member of the establishment… not this one, one that was very far away. How many times was she threatened with punishment for her own rowdiness? Too many… Once she calmed down her giggling a bright smile shone over the girl in the cell. “I had nothing left to serve for. Country killed my family without telling me.” Nym finally spoke, letting her bright smile die as quick as it came. Remembering the old days hurt.

“I’m going to see what is taking that ass of a sheriff, sit tight.” Nym joked as she stood tall and turned around to head for the door. As she did her tail slid along the floor and practically bounced off of everything that was in its way with a thudding noise each time. It was only a few strides for the oddity of a woman to reach the door where she opened it up and immediately slammed it closed before ducking down as a volley of gunshots slammed into the metal banded wood door, some piercing right through and impacting further back into the office.

“Sheriff’s dead, pirates are rounding people up and taking over.” With a flash of movement her four arms went to their holsters and out were drawn four revolvers. Each were cocked and ready for use. She looked down to the cell and sighed. “I’ll keep you safe, kill the bad guys and get help.” The gun toting bug girl spoke, a steely determination on her face as the sounds of people outside approached with heavy footsteps.

“You think we got that weird bug girl is still kicking?” One gruff voice asked as a shadow loomed over the door, blocking the light in the holes that had been made with the groups bullets. Another voice piped up right after. “If she isn’t then she’ll run and get the deputies.”

[Jess]

Let me guess, I bet you love a girl who can kick your ass, right~?

“Sounds like the gov…” Shaking her head and clicking her tongue with a sense of familiar disgust at the description that her host offered her about what had happened to her family, nick didn't need a whole lot of details to understand just how much such a story could affect a person, and was quickly reminded of some of the worst brushes she herself had been through when it came to authority in that regard.
“You make those fuckers pay for that?” Readily recalling the faces of the motley bunch she had once treasured more than anything and the grim and grisly outcome that they had met at the hands of those government dogs, the lip of the lass twitched as she felt a familiar sense of rage and hatred seem to spark in her soul, and for a second any of the sunny disposition that her little chat was lost to something which rose from the pit of her belly and threatened to choke her and any others involved in the act. Emphasis on the latter, if she had her way.

“Guess it's a good job I put his lunch to good use then, eh?” Pushing her hands back through her hair and seeming perhaps a little numbed to the 'loss' of the sheriff when the pink peach returned after her little scouting mission, Miss Nelson could quickly guess from the matter of fact manner of his deputy that he was hardly the most popular policeman in this berg and felt little remorse for his departure really. Even if any lost life was a tragedy, she didn't even know his face let alone anything else other than decent taste in a meal which she had largely finished now, and so spent little time languishing in lament.

“Oh wow, my heeerooooo…” Finding herself annoyed soon after as the fuchsia femme had the audacity to tell her that she would 'keep her safe', the brawler with the black man shook her head and cracks her knuckles, and then placed what few scraps were left of her borrowed breakfast to the side as she aimed to return to her feet.
“You think I can't take care of myself, sweetheart?” This perhaps easier said than done given the way in which the cruel hand of a hangover still seemed to insist on gripping her but Nikki never one to let pain or queasiness stand in the way of her stubbornness, she wobbled to her feet with a shake of her head and then raised her mitts to ensure the new face in her life knew she was more than happy to handle her end should things come to it.

“Besides, sounds like they're bringing the party to us anyway?” The sound of the voices telling her that she was likely not to have much of a choice in the matter anyway, the words of the fools outside seemed to imply things are going to get pretty spicy inside here in a moment, and while as a woman in a cell she could have taken the chance of hoping they might take pity on her and if not release her then hopefully leave her out of what followed, she didn’t have high hopes in that regard. After all, they had just slaughtered a sheriff in broad daylight, so all bets were off in that regard.
“…You got this?” Narrowing her gaze now and wondering just how well the little lass would do with an assault on precinct sixty-nine or whatever this was, though she can see the hand cannons and unusual features of the femme likely put her a cut above the average fighter she voices a little concern all the same, feeling like things have gone from nought to a hundred in the space of about ten seconds…

	Nikki Nolan	### words
	@tag, Putting the Ass in Class,

[Kami-Gaz]

*CRASH!* The door was blown to splinters as a heavy set man shoulder checked through the door and moved with such momentum that he tripped over his own feet and landed in the middle of the sheriffs office as a pair of his friends moved in, cutlasses in hand. This was moments after Nikki had asked if Nym had got this covered.

Well now was time to prove that as the four-armed woman wove her way around smacking one of the trio to the side with her tail. “Sure, I got these three.” She spoke with confidence and a prize-winning smile as she pushed one arm forward blocking a blade that was coming down to stab her with a heavy revolver. In the same moment another arm she jabbed another revolver holding arm forward and squeezed the trigger twice in quick succession, one to pull the hammer back and again to fire the weapon. The shot rang out in the confined room and was deafening to all involved but Nym just pushed on.

As those two arms pulled away another pair moved to smack away a pair of swords being swung down at her by the last to enter the building. In the same movement the guns were then pushed forward to his head and both triggers were pulled twice again, click click, boom boom. The initial entrant managed to stand up in this time and watched as his friend with two new breathing holes collapsed to the floor. “TERRANCE!” He bellowed before charging to try and tackle the gun toting Nym.

The woman wrapped her lower two arms around his arms and yanked him up, making him lose his footing and stumble. “Though there are plenty more outside if you feel like you want to help me, Nikki.” Nym said, almost shouted because of the ringing in her ears from the gun fire. As she finished her statement her upper arms both came down with force cracking the muscle-bound brute on the head and making him fall to the floor with a sick thud, his neck bent in a way that no neck should.

[Jess]

Let me guess, I bet you love a girl who can kick your ass, right~?

“Didn't I tell you guys…” Wincing once more when the rambunctious lot finally seemed to burst into the place in a less than ceremonious and certainly not silent manner, though the relaxed atmosphere and meal she was provided had seemed to stem her hangover significantly unfortunately that was not to last with so many loud louts bursting into the place, and so after feeling her head throb Nikki knew that there was only one way to get some peace today. And, would you know it, lucky for her it was her favourite means of persuasion as well!

“To keep it down!” Taking a step backward and then clapping eyes on the door to the cage as yet more mooks seemed to rush the place in order to presumably swamp and subdue the figure with four arms who was getting the better of them, for the time being the suffering siren opted to ignore the question about where those unusual portions of her apparent allies anatomy in favour of sprouting some of her own, and then rushed the apparently locked exit with a view to escape and the means to do so. Marching forward with a sense of authority and purpose as she booted the lock with everything she had and then some, in a flash the foot of the feisty femme had transformed into something hardy and heavy and with the force provided made little work of the effort to keep the entryway closed, to her foes dismay, of course.

“Noisy bastards…” Clouting the cage with enough muscle in her kick in order to boot it open and feeling no shortage of satisfaction how the sudden swing seemed to catch one of the real crooks off guard and send him flying, after a couple of clanking steps the now curmudgeonly combatant resumed the fleshy state of her foot, and then sized up what was left of the second wave with a grunt of annoyance and bad intentions in her mind.
“Now I'm pissed off!” Not even waiting for them to make the first move either as she found a wonderful reason to let loose some of the vexation which had been building up within her and do a bit of good while doing so as a bonus, the black brawler lurched forward and smashed the first one she saw in the jaw, and felt a gratifying shiver as she heard the bone crack, but really was only just getting started. Time to cut loose, right?

	Nikki Nolan	### words
	@tag, Putting the Ass in Class,

[Kami-Gaz]

Nikki had freed herself from her cell with some strange phenomena, well she could look after herself it seemed. With a grin the winged bug girl swung her tail and used it to clothesline another man charging through the doorway to the sheriff’s office that was working out to be quite a nice bottle neck at the moment. That was not going to work for long if they decided to start using bigger weapons.

With a chuckle Nym looked over to the other woman. “Now I know you can look after yourself I might start leaving some for you!” She quipped, now taking a breather as the members of the pirate crew had stopped funnelling into the building. The ability to hear had come back now that a few moments had passed after the gun fire. “Want to help me take care of these fools?” She asked, looking over to Nikki as she herself pressed her back to the wall by the front door.

There was not time to get an answer out of the woman though as through every hole in the building, window or door, multiple long red sticks were thrown into the cells. All of them had a lit fuse that were sizzling down at a rapid pace. Nym’s eyes went wide at the sight as she looked to Nikki, was there enough to save the woman and herself?

“DYNAMITE!” She shouted… it felt and sounded like that it was in slow motion. That was the adrenaline kicking in. It had to be.

[Jess]

Let me guess, I bet you love a girl who can kick your ass, right~?

“Aye, I mean, I owe you for the breakfast, right?” Smirking and swinging her toe, she flashes the pink peach a thumbs up as she demonstrated a somewhat distractible habit in battle, but paid little for it in the immediacy as she then hooked a fool with the bridge and then bobs her brows as she readies her next 'round' of excitement for her next victim.
“'Sides, these fuckers seem like they have a beating coming, right?” Twisting from her hips and flinging him face first toward the ground in a manner that flexed the sizeable brawn with which the brunette could boast, miss nelson winked toward nym and then rapps her palm with her knuckles with a sense of purpose and perhaps a dashing of excitement, and was glad to be feeling that adrenaline start to build within her. After all, it was washing away her headache better than any tonic, wasn't it?

“Yeeeaaahhhh… Wait, what?” Confused however when the fuchsia fairy seems to yell the word dynamite since she seemed to be caught a little off guard by such a reckless decision on the part of their enemies, for a second the sable siren smiled as she took it as something of a compliment about her performance thus far or perhaps her generous good looks, before realizing that something has been thrown into the room and seeing those sizzling sticks none too far away from where she was standing.
“Oh for f-” Clicking her tongue because of that fact and almost tempted to see if she could punt it back where it came from as she showed an almost daredevil disregard for the danger they presented to her, with the bug girl looking a little squishier than her she couldn't help but prioritise her new partner's safely, and as such lunged toward the lass at full pelt with every intention of tackling her to the ground, though honest intentions in mind when she did so. I mean, they'd only just met, hadn't they?

“Heads up!” Throwing every bit of strength and speed she had into the move and a little more than that as well, while half-by instinct the girl activated her new ability properly as she aimed to drag the dish to the ground, and use herself as some means of protection from the blast to come. Guessing that her curvy frame would make a decent bomb cover when transposed into metal, she was confident that the effect would spare her the worst of the blast, and could only hope the force she flings herself with and weight didn't knock the wind out of her new mate. After all, she was starting to like the lass, wasn't she?

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