Thread: Rising Powers (Alvis Alendran & Raina Reader)

Things just hadn't been going as well as they could have, and that was a source of no small annoyance to Sassa Tonasdottir. Sicne she'd left her homeland, there just hadn't been a lot of work for someone like her that didn't attract mindboggling amounts of attention that she just didn't want to have to wade through. So when the offer had come down for her to work by putting her size to work, she'd agreed. Making appearances for the purposes of intimidating people worked pretty well for her thus far, and why not? She stood six foot eight inches tall, and weighed in at just over three hundred pounds. Nearly five foot across at the shoulders, she cut a figure that didn't leave any doubt that if she'd wanted to hurt someone, she was more than capable of making it happen. She kept her golden blonde hair braided usually, though if she let it go it would drop past her shoulders. Her eyes were dark blue, like the sky getting towards twilight. She'd always attracted attention as the very model of an Icelandic woman, which had suited her fine since that was where she'd called home. But now, here she was on the mainland, trying ot make ends meet. Scare detail paid well enough to give her a place to sleep adn food to eat, though only barely. At the thought of food she reached to her belt and slid out a protein bar. Most people ate one to stave off hunger. Sassa quickly demolished four. It didn't satisfy the hunger she felt, but it did keep her going. Since she'd...she didn't know what to call the incident, an Awakening, a Snap, she wasn't sure. She'd heard the rumours that she might not be the only one, but it was just that. Rumours. So here she sat, staring at the place she had been asked to deal with in exchange for a fair amount of money. She'd warned her employer that she could do it, but she wasn't likely to be subtle. He'd been okay with that, but she doubted he truly knew what that was going to entail. She coiled her braid onto the back of her head, and pulled on a ski mask. She was dressed all in black, and she stretched. While she didn't much care for the direction of her work, there was a part of her that revelled in what she was about to do. She'd always been proud of her strength, proud of how she'd built herself up. And now she was the best she'd ever been. Hopping lightly, she felt the ground shake a little. She started to trot forward, building her momentum up. SHe was aiming for a point in the museum, gathering more and more speed. When she was finally running all out, the ground shook with every step, adn she was all but flying across the ground. Pavement cracked, cement broke under her charging weight, adn she tucked her head low to present her shoudler to the onrushing stone wall. She didn't slow down, she just pushed herself that much harder. When she hit the wall, it was more than a half ton of mass at speed with more strength than might be expected. The wall shattered under the impact, Sassa pushing on, carrying herself through the outer wall and into the small stoarge area that was supposed to contain the goods she was after. She caught a glimpse of someone in the room, someone not dressed like a guard, a flash of gold at their face. The clean, sharp bark of gunfire rang out, and she instinctively raised ehr arm to protect ehr head. She felt a rapid seriers of impacts on her torso, well aimed and directed fire, and she felt the sting that told ehr what had just been shot at her. As she lowered ehr arm, she saw the compact pistol smoking in the hand of the person. And Sassa only felt a sense of annoyed indignation. Nine fucking millimetre? She gave as much of a masculine growl to her voice as she could manage. Mothfucker, are you out of your Godsdamned mind? She demanded, stepping forward, intending to disarm her newly found adversary.