[ She draws blood! But thanks to a convenient beast interception -- or treehouse failure, or Jinx's own reaction -- it's just a surface graze, red streaming down pale skin but not actually harming her windpipe. ]
[ She's a true little sibling in that regard. Talking big, starting to sniffle as soon as she gets bruised. The spray of crimson scares her, wiping the smile off her face but she doesn't let it freeze her up, leaning away from the bullet and using the same momentum to jump off her little hidden pad platform, throwing herself into safe distance with a half-failed sommersault, a trace of pink glow left behind her -- whether a mark of the afflicted, or of someone's failed experiment to create a counterforce to them. ]
[ The charge goes off, large and bright, though apparently not particularly destructive -- but blinding enough that she has the chance to crawl further away as colourful smoke fills the area. ]
That was rude! [ She calls from behind the cover of smoke and whatever remains of buildings are scattered nearby. She probably wouldn't say this if she knew who it was -- not that she feels bad, no, but perhaps she sympathizes a little -- but she's not sure, and so, just goes for whatever feels appropriately rude in return. ] Don't you have a mom to teach you some manners?
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[ She's a true little sibling in that regard. Talking big, starting to sniffle as soon as she gets bruised. The spray of crimson scares her, wiping the smile off her face but she doesn't let it freeze her up, leaning away from the bullet and using the same momentum to jump off her little hidden pad platform, throwing herself into safe distance with a half-failed sommersault, a trace of pink glow left behind her -- whether a mark of the afflicted, or of someone's failed experiment to create a counterforce to them. ]
[ The charge goes off, large and bright, though apparently not particularly destructive -- but blinding enough that she has the chance to crawl further away as colourful smoke fills the area. ]
That was rude! [ She calls from behind the cover of smoke and whatever remains of buildings are scattered nearby. She probably wouldn't say this if she knew who it was -- not that she feels bad, no, but perhaps she sympathizes a little -- but she's not sure, and so, just goes for whatever feels appropriately rude in return. ] Don't you have a mom to teach you some manners?