#🐍 alright/encouraged to like & reblog ☣ | l don't need a mask because my true face won't be seen by the same person again

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Fast little motherfucker Instant Transmission Tag

A few things were certain besides death; one of them being she was fast. Incredibly so. Exactly how much she never got to measure, but from experience she knew she was faster than sound. Her stretches careful yet dynamic, it sounded too easy, even with the once teleport.

And how right she was, something she began to loath. This thing, whatever he was, whenever he was cursed, poisoned or anything similar was faster. Judging by the barely even a blur when standing, only gaining shape, a mirage like outline when she was pushing her own limits, she guessed he was around the speed of light.

It didn't deter her, instead changed strategies to preserve her condition longer against her first decision to tackle the task head on. Karma knew her limits well, how she cannot keep up such speed for long, her own body turning against her like a star collapsing into itself. Her bursts unpredictable, just like an aggressive snake striking whenever it was sure to catch the target.

She darted after the little fucker with her utmost only to remain at arms length the whole time; how insulting. Fatigue was creeping on her, and Karma decided she didn't want to end up looking like a wrongly tangled pile of limbs. She slowed her speed, adding a roll to lessen the strain on her legs and hissed angrily after the entity with abyss black mouth on display.

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Javelin throw

Karma couldn't and finally didn't have to hide her grin as accuracy was added to the event as a surprise twist. The crosshair scar around her right eye was already a silent testament of her skills regarding aim, long ivory fingers weighing the javelin carefully. A few test spins to fully be comfortable with its weight, accompanied by warmup rolls of her neck, shoulders and torso.

Her smirk mellowed out during the final preparation: shoot with confidence and clarity. Not with arrogance and anger, no matter how great she was. Poison crosshair eyes on the target -too bad it wasn't moving, would've added to the difficulty-, arm darting out lighting fast like a striking black mamba.

Perfect score with the javelin firmly embedded right into the center. What else could the result have been?

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@iobartach

Tell me this isn't how it goes

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Karma with everyone she's met from the multiverse:

Karma with Miguel & The Spot:

@iobartach @alchemaxed

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Super Monster Burger

An eyebrow raise at the colossal...thing before her, sure she was somewhat hungry but this was ridiculous. As far as she knew, she could unhinge her jaw to a terrifying level, her digestion wasn't mutated in a serpentine way. Karma fought the urge to laugh at the situation as she cut a normal sized portion -seriously, eating as an Olympic number ?!- while eyeing the remaining mountain.

At least it was tasty and satisfying. The discomfort of not being able to empty her venom ducts due to lack of containers and victims recently slowly creeping into a pulsing pain. Venom flowed into her mouth, the stress causing a higher activity of the glands than usual. Her hunger settled, perhaps she could eat a little more if she wasn't feeling like her upper jaw was about to explode apart from the built up fluid pressure.

The top of the burger shoved off from the thick meat, Karma did end up unhinging her mouth to sink her fangs into the surface. Serpent eyes rolled back at the release, her venom steadily pumping into the large meat which in turn started to rapidly decompose. It took a good minute to fully feel the relief, pulling her fangs out of the black oozing mess. Well. Sure as fuck she neither eat nor clean that up.

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Leap of Faith Calculation

Karma and her inherited company hasn't survived this long because she placed any of her trust in faith. Analytical, cold and cutthroat. Sometimes quite literally.

Slit eyes scanned the platforms with concentration at the slightest mistake, distortion, error in reflection. Perhaps the sensors gave enough heat for her to pick up, although unlikely since the illusion was a relatively small one. After two 8 scores in a row, the serpent was getting slightly annoyed at herself; she didn't want to risk walking on the very edge of the railing as the pain from her leg cramp was still lingering.

The cartridge fluidly flipping between fingers, her smirk already victorious and uncanny. Two projectiles were tossed at the closest platforms, the right one passing clean through while the left landed with a metallic clang.

Her chuckle was rich and amused as she made her way across, testing every tile with the same method till the very end. Looks like she won't be the snake waiting in the pit.

Fingers flexed unconsciously while looking for a way to solve it, to ease her mind usually she was rolling a- Well, it was never clarified, was it?

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This batshit woman literally crashed the Dick Measuring Contest Olympics with a

“HOWDY FUCKERS. ”

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Ice skating

Cold and Karma did not mix. At all. Both her joints and muscles at risk of pain, cramps as she was quite literally cold blooded. No way she could wear a tiny fancy leotard with pantyhose- wait there was no clothing restriction. A smirk crept to black lips at the idea; stretchy fabric with a thin layer of fleece sewn inside to keep her worked up body heat.

Her warmup, dynamic stretches, breathing exercises were done in the sauna turned to almost maximum setting, the snake mutant soaking up as much warmth as she could before the show.

The black vinyl pants and jacket was a stark contrast against her hair and her eyes outlined with blinding silver, the soundtrack bold and Karma as graceful on blades as she was on the rope. Fluid, connected movements with an unforgiving pace to keep up her body heat and to entertain. Difficult step combinations seemed she was gliding, turns perfectly executed on beat. She lost balance after landing a triple axel, yet her effortless save seemed as if it was part of the choreography.

Undeterred by the almost slip, Karma continued as if nothing happened, even encouraging the audience to not just sit in silence before she kickstarted her next spinning sequence.

She could've put more elements requiring flexibility, but she was already playing with the risk of fatigue. Near the very end, too taken by the applause and the feeling, Karma risked a hydroblade. Pure agony shot up her left leg, resulting in an immediate loss of balance and tongue tasting iron with how hard she bit her tongue to prevent the scream rising in her throat.

Yes, she finished sliding quite literally with a leg that should not look like that under any circumstances. Still, Karma was proud of how the whole turned out, able to tune out the pain; she experienced much worse for more prolonged period of time. A bow balancing on one leg before she exited the rink, for the first time without looking at the scores, focusing on getting back to and occupying the sauna for the next few hours. Even if she had to kill someone for that

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Dizzy Focus

The calculative sharpness was back in glowing serpent eyes; at least it wasn't anything loud what was supposed to make her disoriented. Her face blank, high cheekbones added an illusion of even more arrogance hiding beneath the surface. Muscles twitched instinctively as the straps were fastened, her breathing shallower than normal; just like how she was strapped down to stop her trashing when her venom glands developed- No. She was past that. The girl was dead, she was Karma now.

Her thoughts barely calmed when the machine whirred to life until Karma couldn't even form the thought of how embarrassing would it be if she emptied her stomach. Disoriented when something descended and closed around her, lifting her up. It was an instinct. Jaw unhinged with a vicious hiss, four inch fangs glistening, dripping with one of, if not the most potent venom jutting forwards as a clear threat.

The contact with the ground seemed to shake Karma out of the response, a tangle of limbs on the floor. Her first thought was to make use of her infrared sensing, the lingering heat left behind the last contestant's path- the movement was already made when she realized the error in her decision. A frustrated hiss as she returned to her original spot and uncurled her limbs.

Legs shaky but there was no way she would crawl, points be damned. With some of her balance and sense of direction returned she also relied on her memory of the path and made her way across accordingly.

Her first faulty decision shone bright and clear; unacceptable for the maximalist.

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Tightrope peril perfection

Was this the right time to reveal exactly how great her balance was due to her being able to clarify as a contortionist? Absolutely.

Her walk more akin to a runaway strut, a comfortable, confident stride with trained muscles immediately correcting any micro mistakes she might make. The intervals were predictable, along with the trajectory once Karma saw from her peripheral. The first rubber ball passed where her torso was a second ago, having dipped backwards to the point where bone white hair was touching the rope.

Finding the rhythm transformed the task into a performance instead, dodging the next with a flourish backflip; sure she might have reversed her progress a little but it was so worth it.

Genuine joy so rarely crossed her steely features; Karma could be herself. She didn't have to hide her mutations, loathe her reflection all dolled up and keep her abilities top secret. The mutant turned sharply on the ball of her feet and moonwalked out of the way of the third with seamless fluidity, going as far as striking the Michael Jackson toe stand for a second.

Her step off the rope was just as seamless and elegant as her performance was on it, the result soon reflected by the scoreboard:

Her grin wilder and secretly glad that her tricks ended up looking glamorous testament of skill instead of a fancy dive; oh she was alive.

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It was always scratching at the back of her mind, after many meetings, most of them fruitless and leaving her frustrated. It could've been done oh so easy with just one shot, one bite. Of course she kept herself in peak shape and even beyond, otherwise she already would've murdered some incompetent fool in broad daylight. And the heiress couldn't do that no. She was always perfect, ladylike, intelligent and elegant.

Then Karma said fuck this shit, all but tore the costume from herself to change into something more akin what she was and decided to compete instead of watching.

Long jump

Her mutations allowed her to travel faster than sound, almost to the point of teleporting if she knew where will she arrive. However...Karma wasn't exactly sure if the use of abilities were permitted; one glance at the schedule had her confident no matter the outcome of this, she was bound to score high on the upcoming ones.

The leap still impressive, by human standards. But she was far from that. Nevermind. Her plan was set.