Name: Whitney Stone<br/>Where: Moonstone Gallery<br/>Doing What: God damnit not again<br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-01-22 17:25:25, ShadowFox89 (uid: 26413) rolls: 2d8 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=84909) power and specialty die (super-strength and combat expert)<br/>At 2016-01-22 17:24:52, ShadowFox89 (uid: 26413) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=84908) Affiliation<br/>At 2016-01-22 17:24:23, ShadowFox89 (uid: 26413) rolls: 1d4 Result: 1[/url <br/> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=84907)</div></div><br/>Whitney huffed. Always! Always getting tied up! Who did people think she was, Ace? The girl flexed her muscles, stretching them against the sticky webbing.<strong>"I've been in much tighter situations than this! And... much stickier too, honestly. I remember that time Tabs decided to use an aphrodisiac bomb as a distraction...."</strong>She flexed again, noticing the oncoming stampede.<strong>"Ah! Hey, wait! Damnit, I can't make an explosion with people nearby!"</strong>she shouted. Right, plan B. Curling up slightly, Whitney took in a deep breath. With one final shout, the dog-girl ripped through the spider silk like it was paper. Followed by the sound of ripping clothing, leaving the blue haired heroine standing stark naked.<br/><br/>She pointed at the Silver Spider and laughed.<strong>"Hah! At least I'm not the only one to lose my clothing this time! Seriously Tabs, why can't you just make me a damn super-suit?"</strong>She had one hand on her hip, the other pointed at the Spider. Her body was lean and well muscled, a good stack of abs and fairly perky chest showing that the muscles weren't all just from gene modding.<br/>