[She's so focused on trying to find him, wheeling back and forth down the endless hallways like she's in some kind of horror movie, that when he does pop up - lounging in front of her like this is nothing, asshole - Lisa yelps in surprise, and simply draws her power in, willing it to blast out and get the thing that shouldn't be there out of the way. It answers with the best tool for clearing pesky fans that got in too close, her mental Phaser pedal shooting a sharp blast of red energy out. The windmill kick will land and connect in her stomach - the front of it, mercifully, as it pushes her into the wall - but she'll trade a harsh push to get him off her. It will also send the potted plant flying, as it's rather less able to dodge; the ceramic pot shatters instantly under the sound, shards flying into the not-far-enough-away walls and a few sticking with deadly sharpness, while the false tree is simply blown into a cloud of debris like so much sawdust.
Her face is set in a grim snarl, so far from the calm, cheery expression she should be wearing. That she wants to be wearing. Junna being further inside is the main reason, but there's so much... the weight is so heavy... and right now Nikki, bless his heart for what he's probably trying to do, is only making all that worse, her grip on her emotions slipping just a little further. Not that there's... a whole lot further down to go.]
Nobody believes I'm any better than this. Nobody ever has! That's how I got here in the first place! [She's screaming as she sobs through her words, still playing but strumming so hard the notes are distorting, loose energy starting to rise off her.] Silly Lisa, never smart enough, never kind enough, never pretty enough! Not obedient enough! Not strong enough-!!
[Rhodonite chain fires bolts down the halls like a woman possessed, spinning to shoot at even the barest hint of blue, color about all she can identify through her tears, but keeping up the volume of fire even if she doesn't see him. This would be commendable, but... why wasn't she doing this much before? The answer, of course, is that she can't, and she's visibly pushing herself beyond her limits to do it. But if it gets him out of her way-]
♫ Tell me what you hate about me - whatever it is, I'm sorry- ♫
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Her face is set in a grim snarl, so far from the calm, cheery expression she should be wearing. That she wants to be wearing. Junna being further inside is the main reason, but there's so much... the weight is so heavy... and right now Nikki, bless his heart for what he's probably trying to do, is only making all that worse, her grip on her emotions slipping just a little further. Not that there's... a whole lot further down to go.]
Nobody believes I'm any better than this. Nobody ever has! That's how I got here in the first place! [She's screaming as she sobs through her words, still playing but strumming so hard the notes are distorting, loose energy starting to rise off her.] Silly Lisa, never smart enough, never kind enough, never pretty enough! Not obedient enough! Not strong enough-!!
[Rhodonite chain fires bolts down the halls like a woman possessed, spinning to shoot at even the barest hint of blue, color about all she can identify through her tears, but keeping up the volume of fire even if she doesn't see him. This would be commendable, but... why wasn't she doing this much before? The answer, of course, is that she can't, and she's visibly pushing herself beyond her limits to do it. But if it gets him out of her way-]
♫ Tell me what you hate about me - whatever it is, I'm sorry- ♫