Deviation Actions
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!" shouted Taka as he stumbled back from his fellow students, Miku and Tamake, a look of shock plastered on his face.
"I told you to stop bullying people!" exclaimed Miku, an angry scowl clear as day on her face as she held her arm out towards what moments ago was her friend Tamake's would-be aggressor "but did you listen? NO!"
Within mere moments, there was an audible whirring noise filling the air, almost as if someone had started up an old computer for the first time in decades, and with it, Michael noticed what appeared to be.... lines, of some sort, forming along the wrist and forearm of Miku's outstretched arm.
"w-what the-." began Taka, his expression steadily turning from one of shock to one of outright fear as the aforementioned limb began to... fold back, like each and every portion of it were a plate of metal or a section of a window, revealing something underneath that made the young would-be-bully's blood run cold.
"ALL YOU DO IS PICK ON THOSE WHO ARE WEAKER THAN YOU! ALL YOU DO IS TAKE JOY IN THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS!" shouted the grey haired girl before him, her expression growing even more furious by the second as her arm finished folding up to reveal the multi-barreled form of a rotary cannon. "AND NOW, I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR ALL THE PAIN YOU CAUSED!"
"M-miku! Please!" began Tamake, he expresion of anger shifting to one of genuine fear as she noted the situation steadily getting out of hand, "You don't need to be this angry towards Taka! Please, just sto-" . however, as she was part way through telling her friend to calm down, the air of the until recently quiet school hall way was filled with a low, droning, staccato rattle, as the multi-barreled Gatling gun began spooling up.
With a cry of fear that was near girlish in its intensity, Taka dove to the floor as Miku let out a defiant roar, and with it, the air became alive with the rapid baritone buzz of her until-now hidden firearm as she unleashed a full-auto barrage towards where her friend's attacker had been mere seconds before.
In an instant, the buzzing of the weapon's hyper-rapid gunfire was accompanied by a cacophony of utter destruction as surplus 5.6 mm tracer rounds chewed through the hall's numerous metal lockers, churned tiling and drywall into powder, shattered overhead fluorescent lighting, decimated the ventilation and water pipes within the ceiling, and peppered all within the cone of fire with dozens of holes whose severity varied from the size of a finger, to the size of a fist.
As the roar of the weapon finally came to a stop with a rattling click, and Miku's warcry simmered to angered, labored breathing, Taka slowly got up off of the floor from where he had been cowering in fear, dusted himself off, and, as the seconds ticked by, every-one of children present took in the utter destruction that was laid out before them.
behind Taka's still dust-coated form, everything for the next fifty feet looked as if it had just been caught in the middle of a war zone.
Powdered pho-granite tiling and drywall filled the air in a thick, dusty haze; choking everything within its reach like the grasping claws of some vile miasma. Dozens of lockers lie in crumpled heaps along either wall, their metallic shells, and the contents within, shredded and mulched beyond recognition. Ceiling tiling lay in fragmented heaps along both the ceiling and floor as a flexible ventilation duct stuck down into the hallway, its severed form hanging limp like severed intestinal tract as water flooded down from several busted pipes like spray from severed arteries. All the while, what few remaining fluorescent lights lie even-remotely attached to the ceiling flickered intermittently, their partly in-tact forms cracked or nearly shattered by the recently stymied barrage of fire.
With a quiet "oh no..." from Tamake, Miku folded her arm back up, forcing into its stock configuration as a blush of guilty embarrassment spread across her face like wildfire and tears began to coalesce in the corners of her eyes.
Once again, she had allowed her emotions to get the better of her. And once again she had caused far more trouble than was necessary.
By all the was holy... Trying to be human when you were used to being anything but was a truly difficult task...