[Locked to Suite 7] Natasha had been sound asleep when the defenses triggered and at first, she'd been tempted to just drag her blankets and pillow over her head and go back to sleep until a reasonable hour, because this was not one and someone had a lot to answer for, pulling this shit before there's even been coffee.
Except then her phone starts blinking with a warning and that's harder to ignore. Especially when she blearily makes out the message.
After that it's hard to go back to sleep. Instead, she raids her stash hidden in the ceiling vent, a pair of daggers and some bracers she's been working on perfecting that she fixes around her wrists. She grabs a training staff from behind the door before dashing out to the common room, yelling for her roommates to wake up.
"Coulson, Blake! We've got problems! Get your asses out here!"
[Hallways | OTA] Her first instinct had been to head for the Computer servers, to see if there was some way of overriding the system, but she bumped into several people heading the same way, more than was maybe necessary, but she didn't mind leaving it to them to handle.
The hallways, however, were mass chaos, with volatile defenses and confused students everywhere, and that seemed like as good a priority to have in a crisis as any. Instead of heading in to stop the problem, she lets the computer experts handle that and instead focuses her attention on clearing the halls for everyone else.
Anyone who manages to get out of their room or into the halls might find her taking on the defenses with a determined skill. She will happily accept assistance and will also do her best to get any fleeing students to safety. Somewhere. She's not sure where that is at the moment, but she's hoping the people outside are faring better than the ones inside.
[Oops? | OTA] Up until this point, she's been handling herself well. Natasha knows how to fight, and how to handle herself in an emergency. But she's not perfect, or superpowered, or anything like that. And her attention can't be everywhere at once.
Which is why she doesn't see the panel open up behind her while she'd fighting off the pair of bots in front of her. The turret sliding out catches her by surprise, the stun setting sending a jolt through her nerves that has her daggers sliding from suddenly numb fingers to clatter onto the floor.
The look of surprise on her face isn't one most people normally see from her as she sways for a moment, then crumples limply to the ground without a sound.
Natasha Romanoff | Hallways | OTA
Natasha had been sound asleep when the defenses triggered and at first, she'd been tempted to just drag her blankets and pillow over her head and go back to sleep until a reasonable hour, because this was not one and someone had a lot to answer for, pulling this shit before there's even been coffee.
Except then her phone starts blinking with a warning and that's harder to ignore. Especially when she blearily makes out the message.
After that it's hard to go back to sleep. Instead, she raids her stash hidden in the ceiling vent, a pair of daggers and some bracers she's been working on perfecting that she fixes around her wrists. She grabs a training staff from behind the door before dashing out to the common room, yelling for her roommates to wake up.
"Coulson, Blake! We've got problems! Get your asses out here!"
[Hallways | OTA]
Her first instinct had been to head for the Computer servers, to see if there was some way of overriding the system, but she bumped into several people heading the same way, more than was maybe necessary, but she didn't mind leaving it to them to handle.
The hallways, however, were mass chaos, with volatile defenses and confused students everywhere, and that seemed like as good a priority to have in a crisis as any. Instead of heading in to stop the problem, she lets the computer experts handle that and instead focuses her attention on clearing the halls for everyone else.
Anyone who manages to get out of their room or into the halls might find her taking on the defenses with a determined skill. She will happily accept assistance and will also do her best to get any fleeing students to safety. Somewhere. She's not sure where that is at the moment, but she's hoping the people outside are faring better than the ones inside.
[Oops? | OTA]
Up until this point, she's been handling herself well. Natasha knows how to fight, and how to handle herself in an emergency. But she's not perfect, or superpowered, or anything like that. And her attention can't be everywhere at once.
Which is why she doesn't see the panel open up behind her while she'd fighting off the pair of bots in front of her. The turret sliding out catches her by surprise, the stun setting sending a jolt through her nerves that has her daggers sliding from suddenly numb fingers to clatter onto the floor.
The look of surprise on her face isn't one most people normally see from her as she sways for a moment, then crumples limply to the ground without a sound.