<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th - 1:30pm</strong></span><br/><em>Baseball Junkyard playground</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>A thin white cotton tunic over a bikini, knee socks, with greaves. Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Embarrassing herself<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>And it was in front of Barry<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Jynx came out, her nervous command of the gathered attention was rudimentary. Antigone rose though as she centered and addressed them, allowing her powers to place her water bottle back in the bag. Marley joined them, comfort and relaxation confirming that Gigi had something to teach them. They were heading elsewhere. Ok. Turning, she gathered her blanket, balling the armor pieces within, and tossing her bag over her shoulder. She shared a look to Barry and Gia, though Gia was overly attentive for what had been offered so far. She must be nervous herself, not wanting to miss anything. That was not easy for Tiggy as she couldn’t keep her eyes from veering to Barry all the time.<br/><br/>Barry was there. She wanted to be attentive, but Barry was there. He shifted, why? Did she smell? Was that away, or was that closer? Four centimeters closer, yeah. Ok. It was warm, but the heat hadn’t got her sweating too much yet. The sheen of sweat on his brow, his lip. She tried to focus again. Armor was always so concealing, all the other girls showed their skin too often.<br/><br/>Jynx was talking again, damn, what had she said? Yeah, right, combat had never gone her way, never controlled, always a horror story. Now her class was over things going wrong? If Commander Ellington was called in, there was no ‘going right’. She scoffed, under her breath. Then the objective came up. Gigi, Jynx. Soft target, squishy, non-combatant. Save the citizen? Oh, it had all gone wrong already.<br/><br/>She reviewed the obstacle course of choice, what could she make a cage of that would protect and capture her? Plenty of metal, even a few prefab box shapes… Well there went that idea, I have to touch her. She had never been asked to walk up to the tank, to protect the innocent. She was an obstacle clearer, search and destroy, scorched earth assault asset. She was ready to make the decision that cost lives to end a greater threat, but how could she do this? If Gigi resisted at all, it would be a scramble across this tetanus jungle.<br/><br/>Antigone was glad someone else was willing to step forward, her hesitation wasn’t from fear or nervousness, but calculations. She was observing the arena again with a new outlook. The biggest concern was the power of her enemy/citizen that would be challenging her success. Probability manipulation, luck, ok. Slippery surfaces, no predictable and usable, unsteady footing. Random shifts in the settling of the stacks. Improbable events and surprising adjustments from all angles. She watched what she could and wished she had video to study and replay for recognition of adjustments. Gia took forever and minutes, it just wasn’t long enough.<br/><br/>She planned, she watched, then it was her turn. Limit the probability shifts, first by reducing the time frame. A fast approach should cut down on the problems her power can throw at Antigone. Pumping for all she was worth, Antigone went for the widest gap she saw as an opening. Just as she neared the gap, a broom handle old and wooden clattered through the gaps and stuck out at foot level even as Antigone shifted to slip around it, her foot slipped and she began to stumble. Crash, her armor collided to the ground with her in it.<br/><br/>Dirt and dust clogged the facemask. Coughing and blind, Antigone crawled to a stumble, as she tried to clear her sight, only to crash into the fallen washing machine from earlier. Ouch. She needed to catch her breath, clear her eyes, and she had no idea what was around. Except up, grabbing her armor with her power, Antigone rose, for six seconds, that should have her clear of the troubles for a moment. Lifting her facemask she scans the grounds again. There was the washing machine the track through the junkyard that she planned to follow, was that a busted bag of grass seed? How old was that? The breeze tugged at her as her feet dangled below her and Antigone’s stomach lurched. Ok, enough of this. She wobbled, down, down now. Ok, well she chose a point much closer to her target and began her descent, all the while trying to hold on to lunch.<br/><br/>As she neared the ground, she propelled herself forward to take the landing at a run, just as a flock of six black birds flew into her as they descended on the spilled grass seed. Her landing was hard, and she did not recover well. Crashing into the towering pillar of discarded steel. It wobbled. She froze, she could feel its integrity degrade and with an act of will froze every metallic piece. That didn’t stop the plastic toybox teetering on top from falling on her. She was not graceful, or athletic, she had stamina because she was forced to over the last year and more. She was a brick trying to sew.<br/><br/>Anger welled within her and she reached out, she grabbed the washing machine, She grabbed two poles, she drew her sword, and ripped a car door to her side as a shield. Unwittingly, as the car door was wrenched from the vehicle it passed over Marley, a shower of glass shards and rust fell across Marley and her collected viewers, as well as her bag of chips. The washing machine batted away minor troubles as she paced forward inexorably to her vic… her citizen. “Citizen, stand where you are. I am here to help and will escort you to safety." The emphasis on ‘will’ and the threat was real in her voice.  The poles whipped forward to brace and strengthen the columns and teetering objects, the door bashed aside minor obstacles. Slow mitigation was working.<br/><br/>The perfect smile on Antigone’s face as she came around the last obstacle to look Gigi in the face was in stark contrast to her words. “I fail.” She paced forward further, and the world about them began to shudder and clang. “I cannot compete with you in agility, so if you resist, all I can do is hurt you to stop or slow you. Anything i could place in your way would hurt you if you impacted it. I cannot complete your task on your terms. I thank you, for the lesson showing one of my shortcomings.” The washing machine landed gently beside her, the car door leaned negligently upon the middle of a stack, She slipped the pair of pipes to the ground, and sheathed her sword. Another purposeful step and she was still twenty feet away, as the six foot freezer chest she had raised and poised open to capture Gigi, landed behind the girl.<br/><br/>Antigone turned, and as she stalked out of the junkyard, she slipped on the end of the pipes that she had placed. Then her gaze fell on Marley and she knew she was dead, she wondered if moving into the garage or even the junkyard here would be safe tonight.