<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/GKOO4Re.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kara Pennant (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257949.msg12739540#msg12739540)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Pink Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mega City Streets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence (?) |<strong>Mentions: N/A</strong><hr/><br/><br/>Kara was completely lost in the imagery of Bence's arm getting sewn back into place. Even when there was nothing left to see externally, she could see that the arm was flimsy, weak, almost completely hollow where the torn off forearm met the rest of his body. In a moment, it all seemed to snap back together, and only then did the girl tune back into the conversation that Bence's Mobicyte, her own Coach, and herself were apparently having.<br/><br/>"<strong>He had to see. Okay...</strong>" Skeptical, though more confused, Kara looked around the imminent area to see if she herself could see, too. It was trees, buildings, and a bridge up until her eyes again caught sight of the literal alien corpses by Bence's feet. "<strong>Right. I guess students with the desire to murder, en masse, and a giant monster he helped smash to bits with a giant hammer that he summoned out of nowhere wasn't enough of a thing to convince him that we're well beyond a normal life, now.</strong>" She sounded bitter, perhaps a little disappointed in Bence for not being so open and receptive about the influence that these Mobicytes had on them and their futures but, on the other hand, she understood. The blonde herself was more in limbo about it all than she was a solid, firm believer. Was it really too late just to go back to class with her pink binders and track pants? Probably. Did she really want to accept that? Not really.<br/><br/>With her back to the bridge, her bottom unconsciously finding the rail to lean on, Kara watched and listened to Bence's Brain Buddy. He guided Bence over to a particular cushy piece of sidewalk and laid the bulking man she just met this morning down onto it. The girl frowned, not entirely convinced that he had listened to her when she had said that being inconspicuous was the best course of action right now. Then she remembered that the alien only had so much time and energy to waste on his host and that this was really the best he could do, all considered. She decided not to force the issue. Stepping up toward the now limp Bence, Kara squatted down beside him while his Mobicyte went on about her and human nature in general.<br/><br/><em>I wouldn't say that I was the only one willing to come out - if I asked I'm sure the others would have come!</em>Kara, embracing the fact that she was talking to an alien with her head, did so. That and it would be completely weird to talk aloud to an unconscious person as if he wasn't there. She listened carefully to the rest of what Bence's Brain Buddy had to say and after a moment of careful thought, she replied.<br/><br/><em>By the sounds of things, you guys need us to be safe just as much as we need you to fight off whatever other alien things are going to be coming at us. That's fine.</em>Kara inched her way closer to Bence's body, growing more and more self-conscious about the fact that she was completely aware and upright while another person was simply just lying on the ground. Considering his hulking size compared to her own along with the fact that he nor his Mobicyte could help her, Kara, slowly, tried to prop Bence up against the railing of the walking bridge and find a place to nestle in between an outstretched arm over her shoulders and his chest. Optics wise, the blonde thought it would look better to be seen as a couple having a random, lovely moment watching the sun set on a pedestrian bridge, completely unaware of the mild gore on the other end rather than a blonde girl, strangely wearing a short summer dress and wedges in October, squatted by knocked out gentleman twice her size with two weird looking corpses around the bend. She also figured that Bence would be cozier than the railing to lean in to.<br/><br/><em>Where you guys come from, you're all probably super cool and badass where it's alright if one of you guys get killed. It just makes the whole species stronger, huh? Well, that's not exactly how we humans operate. We care! We stick together to be a better whole... if that makes any sense. I mean, like, even if I just met Bence this morning, clearly we're stuck in something that's bigger than the both of us. I - and the others - need him to be in tip-top shape.</em>Kara shrugged a rather subdued shrug given Bence's heavy, always attached arm weighed her shoulders down.<em>Or, yeah, you could be right. Maybe it's just me being weird...</em>