Backthread: A few months ago... WHO: Psyche+Dominic WHEN: Night-time WHERE: Back alleyways of Lower-Plate WHY: Watchdog and Defender of Justice meet
Psyche merely stared as the man slammed a hand by her head and leaned in. She remained, seemingly, equally unperturbed by the two other men that helped keep her boxed in. They were talking to her but she simply blocked them out; nothing they had said for the past ten minutes they spent following her had been worth listening to so she didn't think it'd be any different now.
About five minutes ago, one of them had called out to her, called her cute and wanted to know if she wanted to stop off and grab a drink with them. She'd declined once and walked away. They followed, she ignored. Eventually they upgraded to calling her a stuck up bitch and swearing and around then she started thinking where she could ditch them. They'd tried 'leading' her towards a dead-end alleyway, which she avoided, but she let them lead her down this alleyway. There was an open path she could run for once she broke away and then she'd follow one of her familiar obstacle ridden routes back home. All she had to do was give the three a wave strong enough to get them to back off for a moment (not enough to kill or do any real harm but it would be enough to surprise a Normal) and then she'd be gone. Even if they recovered fast enough to follow (which she doubted), she could lose them with the head start.
As she was thinking this, the one in front of her demanded, "Hey, you listenin' to me? I said..."
He went on, and as he did his hand seemed to have migrated from the wall to a strand of her hair. The action was enough to call up an echo of emotion, which she augmented with a memory and refined into power, ready to release...