[A crazed terrorist stealing a nuke. Ankaia declaring war on earth. Optimus's death, and the withdrawal of the Autobots from earth. Some giant space monster rushing towards the planet. It's been a great time, and so its end finds Jen perched on the edge of Alahambra Base's roof, staring off into the night at a distant city.]

...The hell do you think you're doing, Jennifer...gonna get yourself killed at this rate.

Life ain't a superhero comic...

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[Peola genuinely has no idea what to say here and thus she absently picks up another chipped piece of concrete to lob it absently.]

...Well... maybe if we can figure a way out to toss my hag of a mother back home... you could... claim the reward? I mean with what she did it could be worth... well a ransom of my own father. Maybe...

I'm not sure what he or the magistrates would give for her.
not_a_prize: (Flustered)

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... Please don't ever bring that up when we do hand her over. Ever. The last thing I need is my father getting more ideas.
not_a_prize: (Smiling)

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You'd probably be bored in days too.

[The Princess snickered a little before tossing Jen another chunk of concrete.]

One more for the night?
not_a_prize: (Smiling)

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You're on! I won't even need my ki for this.

[Peola eagerly pops her knuckles before grabbing one of her own.]

On three?
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[Peola whistles, clearly impressed before doing a wind up of her own.]

I think there's a saying about someone who laughs last-!

[While it wasn't blinding the rock goes far... then there's the sound of it crashing into something loudly, several more crashes, a car alarm sounding off and a loud curse rising into the air.]

... Um...
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