Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-25857155-20150905085848

"I dream o' th'day people stop makin' that joke," Mauve muttered dryly, but the smallest of grins belied her words. "I'm glad you're alive," she said over her shoulder as she walked over to the door. She tapped Ingraham on the should lightly and motioned him to step back. "I've got this."

One solid strike from her cestus broke the latch, and her followup kick knocked the door in. "Why bother with the cam?  It's obviously still locked, so it's gonna be empt - shit!" The girl barely managed to get her shields up in time to block a large blast from the autoturret that had come down from the ceiling. Several more blasts followed the first, and she quickly lost her patience, rearig her left fist back and throwing a chunk of stone from her Dust canister at the thing to knock it off-kilter, then lunging forward and leaping onto a crate and further up to punch it solidly in the core. The device broke off from its base, falling uselessly to the floor with a loud clang.

"Oh." Mauve jumped back down to the floor, collapsing her shields. "Well, it's clear now," she muttered with a shrug, trying to hide her embarassment. "...Got impatient, sorry."