Never Trust the Medic
Mar 14, 2015 4:20:44 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 4:20:44 GMT -6
Some people are certified morons or at least they would classed as such if such a classification existed and with that classification they would not be allowed to pollute the gene pool. But alas Mnemosyne was not aware such a program existed, all she could really do was remove such pollutants from what she dubbed as her territory, the neighborhood area around her home and the gym she frequented. The morons weren't dead, just running scared, hopefully well out of Jump City.
Mnem and winced, she had been a tad bit careless and gotten hit a few times, but she was at least well established as Ichor's lieutenant in the area as oppose to someone thinking she was Ichor. Lieutenant gave her the authority to speak for Ichor without having to pull out her mask everytime she wanted to deal with crap, nope she just had to deal with some bleeding. She looked at her bandage arms and sighed, she had long ago resigned not to not being able to wear sleeveless clothes, but still she wish she could. Oh well.
With a super villain around, or at least in the neighborhood, things seemed to be a bit more stable, well there were less random shootings and crimes...for the most part. Just a lot more property damage. Every once and a while some stupid hotshot thinks it is a good idea to try and cause trouble and so Mnem goes and deals with it. The good thing about being the lieutenant and not Ichor was, when Mnem got hurt it wasn't a black eye on her reputation, after all she was #2, no expected her to be perfect.
That imperfection was why Mnem now found herself limping home covered in bruises and two long gashes running up her forearms and down a pint of blood ready to sleep for a weak. At least she didn't attend high school. The wonders of reaching one's majority.
Empathy
Mnem and winced, she had been a tad bit careless and gotten hit a few times, but she was at least well established as Ichor's lieutenant in the area as oppose to someone thinking she was Ichor. Lieutenant gave her the authority to speak for Ichor without having to pull out her mask everytime she wanted to deal with crap, nope she just had to deal with some bleeding. She looked at her bandage arms and sighed, she had long ago resigned not to not being able to wear sleeveless clothes, but still she wish she could. Oh well.
With a super villain around, or at least in the neighborhood, things seemed to be a bit more stable, well there were less random shootings and crimes...for the most part. Just a lot more property damage. Every once and a while some stupid hotshot thinks it is a good idea to try and cause trouble and so Mnem goes and deals with it. The good thing about being the lieutenant and not Ichor was, when Mnem got hurt it wasn't a black eye on her reputation, after all she was #2, no expected her to be perfect.
That imperfection was why Mnem now found herself limping home covered in bruises and two long gashes running up her forearms and down a pint of blood ready to sleep for a weak. At least she didn't attend high school. The wonders of reaching one's majority.
Empathy