~A portal opens upon the ceiling and Frank is deposited alongside a bubbly Kitty~
Frank: *brushing dust off his shoulders* You ever thought about sprucing this place up?
Kitty: Your opinions on my prison decor are noted. And promptly ignored *glances up, beaming at her angel and waving coyly* Thanks for the ride, Jessie.
Nick: *remembers Wesker's words about those two; shivers at the thought*
Wesker: *passed out from his caffeine crash and months of obsessing over his weapon; snoring loudly*
Frank: He looks slightly less menacing.
Nick: *gritted teeth* Yes. Peaceful, even. Let's keep it li--
Wesker: *snorts and rolls his neck to the side, dribble oozing outta his mouth*
Frank: *gigglesnorts, clamping a hand over his mouth*
Nick: *cutting him a look*
Kitty: Aw. Like a newborn piglet. So cute. It really would be a shame to bother him.
Frank & Nick: *exchange wary looks before glaring at her, both prepared to restrain her*
Kitty: *clicks her claws and summons a portal beneath Wesker, sucking him straight to Onslaught's workshop as a "timeout zone"*
Wesker: *bucking, kicking and shouting in protest* You bitch!
Kitty: Later, dickhead! *closes the portal and summons herself a joint. Sparks up*
Nick: Are you sure that's wise?
Kitty: Dude, we're in the home stretch. I have totally earned this bud.
Frank: I think he meant sending Blondie to visit Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dickless *glances at Nick* No offense.
Nick: *rolls his eyes*
Kitty: *shrugs* I'll deal with that later. Seeing as you couldn't break an egg, let alone that grotesque twittering fool, I figured the Ash Williams rip-off could take a crack at it.
Frank: And what if your favorite plaything starts scheming with Neo and Onslaught?
Nick: Whom - as I will remind you - are a pair of co-dependent chaotic neutral anarchist pyromaniacs one of which is a living tank that has imprinted on a completely unstable super soldier madman.
Kitty: And guns.
Frank: Yes, and don't forget their inhumane disposal of corpses. And this is coming from a former zombie.
Kitty: *grumbles* Hancock is more zed than you... *growls* And even he'd find their activities disturbing...
Nick: So we agree; that was a really dumb idea.
Kitty: *inhales deeply on her spliff* I am aware of this. How does this affect the task at hand?
Nick: It doesn't. Just wanted to check if you were also still insane.
Kitty: I think that was a given, Toaster.
The next school day I walked hand in hand with into the school building
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Nick: Starting off with a bang *sarcastic* Well done, Onision.
Frank: Heh. I guess Abbi really is that pointless that the author forgot she existed.
Kitty: I choose to believe that he's holding hands with the ghost of Davis. Cuz that makes about as much sense as anything else in this clusterfuck.
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