Ban Bean
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Bernadette Catherine Nicholas Snow-Owl Fowler Valerio was having a hell of a day and that was before she was kicked in the gut through a portal.
It hadn't been her first idea to take on the psychopath tearing up shops in a poor barrio in San Diego, but she wasn't keen on turning a blind eye either. Dotty knew Ozzy would get on her ass about putting herself in danger, and certainly her father would too, but they had also taught her, for the most part, how to do the right thing. The villain had also made her miss her train, and that was unforgivable.
She'd squared up and had done well, using the tricks her powers, and Ozzy, had taught her. He wasn't the first villain she had faced either, but there was something oddly perceptive about him that made her invisibility useless. Dotty had tried attacking from above using a hallucination as a distraction, in hopes of avoiding one of his portals, but the man threw her off and things got ugly. The fight started to move fast, and while she reached for one of her concealed pocket knives, his boot found an opening and she tumbled back.
It felt like an optical illusion. Like on of those spinny toys with a bird on one side, and a cage on the other, and when spun, gives the impression of a bird flying into his roost. It also made her incredibly nauseous when all the flashing and spinning passed.
Dotty caught her breath, stood up and dusted off her jacket. She could have laughed. Of all the places the asshole could have sent her, he sent her home of all places.
Not precisely home, but she knew the area well enough to know she was in Kentucky, and her dad lived in the town over. Taking a minute to fix her curly hair, and steal a new pair of sunglasses, she took the bus for thirty minutes before stepping off a block from the house. Not much looked different. Dotty hadn't been home in almost two months, but the most she could tell was off was that the lawn needed mowing. Dad was probably putting in extra hours at the station, she told herself.
He'd be excited to see her though. He always was. Dotty tried the door, but it was locked. And there was no welcome mat where they usually hid the spare key. Dotty furrowed her brows and rang the doorbell
It hadn't been her first idea to take on the psychopath tearing up shops in a poor barrio in San Diego, but she wasn't keen on turning a blind eye either. Dotty knew Ozzy would get on her ass about putting herself in danger, and certainly her father would too, but they had also taught her, for the most part, how to do the right thing. The villain had also made her miss her train, and that was unforgivable.
She'd squared up and had done well, using the tricks her powers, and Ozzy, had taught her. He wasn't the first villain she had faced either, but there was something oddly perceptive about him that made her invisibility useless. Dotty had tried attacking from above using a hallucination as a distraction, in hopes of avoiding one of his portals, but the man threw her off and things got ugly. The fight started to move fast, and while she reached for one of her concealed pocket knives, his boot found an opening and she tumbled back.
It felt like an optical illusion. Like on of those spinny toys with a bird on one side, and a cage on the other, and when spun, gives the impression of a bird flying into his roost. It also made her incredibly nauseous when all the flashing and spinning passed.
Dotty caught her breath, stood up and dusted off her jacket. She could have laughed. Of all the places the asshole could have sent her, he sent her home of all places.
Not precisely home, but she knew the area well enough to know she was in Kentucky, and her dad lived in the town over. Taking a minute to fix her curly hair, and steal a new pair of sunglasses, she took the bus for thirty minutes before stepping off a block from the house. Not much looked different. Dotty hadn't been home in almost two months, but the most she could tell was off was that the lawn needed mowing. Dad was probably putting in extra hours at the station, she told herself.
He'd be excited to see her though. He always was. Dotty tried the door, but it was locked. And there was no welcome mat where they usually hid the spare key. Dotty furrowed her brows and rang the doorbell
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