<div class="floatright">(http://img10.deviantart.net/b8ca/i/2016/291/c/d/oc_commission__katherine_by_blackmyst-dalgq6j.png)</div><strong>"Could you leave the tentacle victims to me?"</strong>Around the corner - behind the Neanderthal exhibit - a curvy Chinese-american tourist removed her spectacles. Was it to avoid seeing the terrible fate of the other tourists? No. With spectacles removed the jacket followed, and soon pants. As Merry Lee stripped off her civilian self her skin frosted over in a breath of cold, taking on the distinct white-blues of FROST KITTEN. All in two panels if you discount the excessive neck to thigh body shot.<br/><br/>The kittiest grin parted her lips into a show of confidence as she appreciated the as of yet unidentified silhouettes of her comrades.<strong>"Good luck. Let's kick their ass!"</strong>Before the line could finish Frost Kitten bolted forward before the first wax replica of the ancestral cousins were buried in the expanding greenery. No way a bunch of green villains could hold them. Her friends would defeat them, and she'd save the citizens. Easy peasy.<br/><br/>The small outer vines never caught on before her foot already left. Those that rose to grasp her found themselves patted gently and frozen still.<strong>"Hey! Fuck weeds. Haven't you looked outside? It's well past the growing season."</strong>Not the sharpest of her attacks given how lame the winters of Elliquiy city used to be. Even the potted plant she had at home seemed to grow faster during it.<br/><br/>But these would not. Thick sexually charged root tendrils curled up ahead in a thorny hedge of plant with moaning citizens mixed in. They tried to catch Frost Kitten. She used the loops and hoops of the hedge as a feline gymnastics obstacle course, landing into the thick of the growth with a perfect super heroine landing pose. Around her a few pairs of eyes pleaded for help. Their exposed plight rushed a bit of unwelcome heat to the cold white cheeks. Confident as she was there'd be only helpless mewling if she was caught like that. That is, if the roots had enough brain to outplay her, and speed to catch her.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't worry. I'll stop this right now,"</strong>she said to the closest orgasming tourist. Efforts of the enemy weeds kept her on the move, dodging through. Absolute Zero Breath might be a bit dangerous with the victims there. Maybe she could just... As she let a grasping root brush by inches from her breasts Frost Kitten patted it with a gentle freeze anything touch, covering a potion of the root in icy glitter. She kept on the effort, slapping and tapping the roots here whilst weaving through the thicket. Even if she left some parts unfrozen it'd be fine so long as none of the poor innocents were left with icicles in their naughty bits.<br/><br/>OOC: Roll that GM asked: 2d6a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128273)