[For the past week, dozens of people have entered these portals. Morons, Clover calls them. Sometimes she means it; sometimes what she actually means is "why in the world are you risking yourselves like that," or something along those lines.
Well, maybe it's time for her to man up and help, too. And she isn't thinking only about the portals - this town has superheroes and wizards and aliens, for Christ's sake. Nobody's going to stone her to death if she lets people know she could probably flip a truck over if she tackled it. That's what's keeping her from making a difference, isn't it?
But something isn't right, why is she freakishly strong, why is death so familiar--
She shakes her head.
This portal looks different. Hell, it's more of a hole than anything else. Great job making important decisions in time, Clover. A+.
She stands in front of it, huffing, one foot ahead of the other. Her posture says she's ready to jump in. The rest of her isn't entirely convinced.]
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Well, maybe it's time for her to man up and help, too. And she isn't thinking only about the portals - this town has superheroes and wizards and aliens, for Christ's sake. Nobody's going to stone her to death if she lets people know she could probably flip a truck over if she tackled it. That's what's keeping her from making a difference, isn't it?
But something isn't right, why is she freakishly strong, why is death so familiar--
She shakes her head.
This portal looks different. Hell, it's more of a hole than anything else. Great job making important decisions in time, Clover. A+.
She stands in front of it, huffing, one foot ahead of the other. Her posture says she's ready to jump in. The rest of her isn't entirely convinced.]