<br/><br/><em>"Okay, Self.  Breathe.  Don't freak ou--- oh, no, okay, too late."</em><br/><br/>"Are. You. Fucking. Serious!?  What the hell is<strong>wrong</strong>with all of you?!"<br/><br/>Hands knotted into fists, clenched so hard that the tendons stand out in her forearms, projecting the tension all the way up into her impressive shoulders, her whole body shuddering with barely suppressed fury, her whole posture lurched forward from the amount of force she'd put behind her shouted questions.<br/><br/>This is, to say the least, a rather abrupt and dramatic transformation.  Since the team had followed Apex into the common room, Aracadia had taken a few breaths toward starting to answer the question about her abilities, but had been interrupted repeatedly as the remaining members of the team filed in.  She'd taken this in stride, offering a quiet wave to the distracted heroes, then simply standing in place for a few moments to allow the scene to unfold around her.  Then this.<br/><br/>Severance {OOC: and perhaps others?} make some move to reply, but Arcadia cuts them off with a continuation of her tirade.<br/><br/>"I'm not here one<strong>fucking</strong>day and I find out that three of our supposedly "United" alleged "Heroes" have gone out into the field with God knows<strong>what </strong>kind of objective when they've all arrived recently enough to still have fucking<strong>jet-lag</strong>, not to mention that at least one of them is so poorly conditioned that he can't handle one engagement's worth of fatigue before he turns into a shambling<strong>mess</strong>, and they're babbling about having almost<strong>killed </strong>somebody, by fucking<strong>accident</strong>, and maybe, just fucking maybe needing to think about having a non-lethal fucking loadout the next time they try a nonlethal mission, so of course this "mission" was conducted unrested, unequipped, and presumably uninformed because with slapdash<strong>shit </strong>like this you have no fucking time for a briefing, so it's a briefing on the fly which is<strong>not</strong>a fucking briefing, and they all come traipsing back like a gaggle of space cadets, and then fucking<strong>Severance</strong>shows up, and his idea of a debriefing is, 'Good fucking job, guys, nobody fucking died. Oh by the way, there's killing in the streets and we don't know shit'  What the hell are we even<strong>doing</strong>here?"<br/><br/>As she finally runs out of steam, she seems to shrink back into herself a little, panting.  She looks a bit scared, but still more angry, as she fixes a cold stare on the metahumans arrayed around the room.<br/>