❝ He’s still around, huh? Well, that’s good. Make sure ya take good care of him, alright? ❞

Peacock closed her eyes, even though nothing but darkness was present within her sockets. She fought back emotions in place of her usual chipper attitude. It wasn’t hard, she had done this before.

But if -

- could truly touch her heart. The mention of the guy who made it all possible in the first place. Her face dropped to a somber smile, arms slowly lowering to her sides.

❝ Yeah… The doc was the best of the best. Smartest guy I know, or, knew… ❞

❝ Oh, that’s easy! I’m a human with lotsa mechanically bits inside! ‘Course nobody does it quite like me! ❞

The ginger boasted. She would pursue her aggression further, but strutting her stuff was always top priority. She even gave her arms a little flex, as skinny and wirey as they were.

❝ Huh? You’re talkin’ crazy, lady! ❞

But he’s warned her far too late. She’s delivered a nasty shock and the voltage heavily chars her clothes and hair. Not a pretty sight.

❝ Gee, thanks for the head’s up… ❞

Comes her sarcastic reply before her fumes break loose, arms wiggling up and down as she screeches in aggravation.

❝ What’s -

❝ Are you kiddin’? These guys didn’t even know their lefts from their rights! It was a piece of cake! ❞

Her elongated arms and the giant gloves attached would slap satisfyingly against each other before she turned around. Once she caught a glimpse at the girl’s unique form, she squinted.

❝ Say, -

Then again…

I hate shots!

Hey, Avery.

Remind me ‘ta get a vaccine for…

Nastyrick.

She’s just having herself a snack by the curb. Yummy goodness, just for her! What a dream come true!

𝗠𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵-𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵-𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵…

Hot dog! This stuff is way better than my pies! I’m gonna be coming here as a regular fer sure!

❝ Geeze. You’d think the big and brawny fellas would put up more of a fight! Pick yer fights better, ya wimps! ❞

The ginger smirks over a pile of downed gang members, wiped out by one of her explosives. To be fair, they incited the incident first. And to be equally fair, she would’ve anyway.

❝ Talk about a ghost town! Y’know, someone oughta spring some action int’a this place! I was almost falling asleep! ❞

In rides the crazed tune, literally rolling in with dust clouds falling behind her in her wake with legs like the wheels of a motorcar. She skiiiids to a halt with her gang in tow!

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𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬 𝒀𝑨 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾
𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑹.

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔 -
“𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊” - 𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗢𝗡.
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