[ Rachel laughs out loud in thought-speak, but it's almost humorless. ]
<Normal. Right. The ship's kind of sailed on that one, Marco. And for the record, if I was going to try to kill you, you'd be dead already, gun or no.>
[ But even as she says that, she starts to demorph, quickly shrinking in size until she's teenage girl-sized grizzly. It doesn't take her too long to finish demorphing, gruesome visuals and all, and when she's finished she's down to her morphing suit, her clothes and shoes having been torn to shreds before. She shakes her hair over her shoulder, looking astonishingly well-groomed considering she was just in a fight. And of course, there isn't a scratch on her.
She glares at Marco, arms crossed over her chest. Okay, without proper clothes, the alley is a little chilly. ]
Okay, all human again. See? Can you put the gun down now? God, I can't believe you've got such a happy trigger finger. You shot me, you know that? Ugh.
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<Normal. Right. The ship's kind of sailed on that one, Marco. And for the record, if I was going to try to kill you, you'd be dead already, gun or no.>
[ But even as she says that, she starts to demorph, quickly shrinking in size until she's teenage girl-sized grizzly. It doesn't take her too long to finish demorphing, gruesome visuals and all, and when she's finished she's down to her morphing suit, her clothes and shoes having been torn to shreds before. She shakes her hair over her shoulder, looking astonishingly well-groomed considering she was just in a fight. And of course, there isn't a scratch on her.
She glares at Marco, arms crossed over her chest. Okay, without proper clothes, the alley is a little chilly. ]
Okay, all human again. See? Can you put the gun down now? God, I can't believe you've got such a happy trigger finger. You shot me, you know that? Ugh.