<div class="floatleft">(https://www.rpgcrossing.com/cache.php?img=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thevideogamegallery.com%2Fdata%2Fthumbs%2F790px%2F0010%2FtVGG_10068.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Anarchy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Rikers Island Mutant Cell Block<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In char pic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>If it was a religious delusion of self-importance then at least she had something to back it up. The Captain of the guards had managed to pull himself over and was clawing at the concrete floor of the prison block, but wasn't making any progress. Instead his mouth gets louder and cruder as he gets closer and closer to the Angel of Mutants.<br/><br/>"<strong>Goddamn mutie-lover, I should given you the goddamn human dick you fuckin' need you bitch. Fuckin' mutie-lover, why are you with the gene scum anywa-</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Shh. Just look into my eyes.</strong>" she speaks as she rights the captain of the guard. Briggs from the name tag as he's not close enough that she can put a hand on her chest. Her eyes start glowing brighter as she just gives a small smile.<br/><br/>"<strong>...So beautiful.</strong>"<br/><br/>Then there's a flash of a yellow-green light, and a brief scream of something that might of been pain....<br/><br/>When the light dies down Captain Briggs's key chain, right hand, and head are still floating in the air with a sheath of golden light. The burned and partially disintegrated remains of his clothes and the rest of his body collapse on the floor as a pile of bloody rubbish, seemingly burned and mangled beyond recognition.