((Heavyman, the cafeteria's a safe zone))<br/><br/>Laura smirks. "'s you'm tha' better stay outta my way, pinkie." She flexes herself. "I've just perfected a little concoction that makes me immune to tha' little soul-sucker of yours. It's not permenant, but ya'll learn  I'm one who it's never wise to anger. Either that or you'll end up a cowpat- I work on a three strike rule, and that was strike one"<br/><br/>She glances at the gem on her staff. "I'm no someone it's wise tae fuck with, human."