>>5336073“Nado can’t even count to a hundred. Think he’s gonna realize when anyone comes running up behind him?” You hear a jeering voice shout from the ground.
“But, my-oh-my, what do we have here?” Her made-up eyes are back on you. “Some kind of river monster? A siren, perhaps?” Her fake nails play with the fabric of your mask.
“Are you the leader?” You spit out, voice betraying absolutely nothing.
“Maybe~ Maybe not?” She dances around the question. “It all depends on what you mean, sweetheart.”
“Are you making these guys kill cops?” You try again, narrowing your eyes at the woman.
The woman doesn’t respond. Instead, she stands on her toes to match your height, and, when she says her next words, her hot breath reeks of tobacco. “Who says I’m going to tell you?”
Frustration boils hotly within you, as you’re tiring of this woman’s games, and you don’t think she’s going to answer any of your questions– at least not on her own accord.
Speaking of which, you’re glad Valjean had the sense to duck and cover once the hair came right for you; you’d think it’s a miracle she or any of the other mutants lurking nearby didn’t spot or detect him, but, then again, you haven’t found anyone else on this roof who can see in the dark.
>What do?>ELISE:>Try take hold of her hair and swing her around like a bola!>Duck in and punch her!>Just rip as much hair as you can! Rip and tear!!!>Write-in>VALJEAN:>Tranq them!>Kneecap them!>Sing them to sleep!>Brainwash them into doing something (What?)!>Write-in>(2/2) 