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  1. Miss Blonde

    The Wild Hunt (Semi-Closed)

    @Zashiii @danzilla3 @ourlachesism @Bureku @Fierach Break didn’t want to power on. Had she crossed a wire? Maybe ran the wrong code? That would be impossible though, because when it came to the subject of engineering and design, she made no mistakes. Perhaps the droid was feeling a bit shy, or maybe he too had phobia for water and the open ocean that surpassed her own. Miss Blonde and Break had fought in actual wars. Ones that spanned lightyears, consisted of trillions of lives among millions of species, headed by beings that could destroy entire planets without a hint of remorse. They weren’t the one horse rust bucket piece of shit wars that Blonde had been reading about on this world. So, she wouldn’t fault Break for whatever he was feeling. However she would leave him with this. ”When you’re ready to help your friends. We’ll be waiting for you if we don’t die first of course.” Then she’d leave him in the safety of the command bridge with the ship’s first mate and navigator who now had control of the boat. Within a few minutes, Miss Blonde stood out on the deck of the ship as its massive size still bounced against the waves. Water came at them from all sides, from over the deck in waves, misting over the security walls, and most importantly from the sky. A light wind and medium rain fell from the sky and Blonde simply stood out on the deck. Her all black suit and tie were positively soaked within a few moments and water dripped down from her mask’s lenses. Hopefully the others would of gathered on the deck. ”Some might say I’m crazy for bringing us out here. Some might say ‘Oh Miss Blonde. The storm is expected to upgrade into a tropical storm.’” She said in a mocking tone. ”Well call me Ishmael then, mother fucker! You’re getting paid and I’m not leaving without that things god damn head!” Speaking of the devil. About a kilometer and a half away, rising out from the ocean. The beast surfaced. It’s body was massive and lightning crackled from its maw in a display of power. They’d of come too far to give up now. They were getting this leviathan one way or another. ”On the sides of the ship you’ll find the harpoon guns, they’ve been upgraded you could say. Inside each of the spears there’s a massive collection of compressed air since this thing can’t be electrocuted. If you stick it then hit the button on the left of the trigger to activate it. We wound it or kill it then drag it’s ass to the shallows a few kilometers off.” Blonde would then look towards the assembled crew. ”There’s the airship from the last mission on the back end of the ship. Feel free to hop in of that suits you. I’ll be staying here on the boat. Go do your jobs.” Blonde would then look back out to the beast. To either side of those gathered, they’d be able to see the hulking harpoon guns that Blonde spoke of. More like siege ballistae than a normal fishing harpoon for large sea creatures. Blonde made sure to splurge a little when acquiring this boat. However it was time to go fishing. They were rapidly approaching the monster and they’d be upon in it in a few short moments.
  2. Miss Blonde

    The Wild Hunt (Semi-Closed)

    ”Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.” She said to herself out loud, as if no one else in the world was around her. For miles, as far as the eye could see, there was endless blue. So many worlds. So many oceans seen and so many crossed. It reminded her of Manaan. It reminded her of Ramirez. The young Republic trooper who died in her arms. Back when she wore the red dress. Back when she knew her own name and had an identity that wasn’t the mask. Her mind only saw the young boy. Swallowing his own blood and coughing. Choking on the very air itself. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right. None of it. Here she was, standing here on the deck of a massive industrial fishing vessel. A person who had terrozed entire cities. Put thousands to death to prove a point. Nerve gassed men, women, and children. Yet Ramirez laid cold in the ground. A good young man with his entire life ahead of him. Dead. Because some dark lords decided they wanted some beach front property and some healing kelp. So she just stared. The black reflective lenses echoed the blue ocean ahead of her. The expanse of blue simply caused her to buckle for a moment. As if she could not stand to look at it. Trauma. It was not only Break’s. It was hers. She was there when Ahto City went down. When the support columns were destroyed and everything went into the water. The cold, the pain, the loss and fear. She shrugged it off. They had been at sea for a week now, tracking and coming close to the leviathan they were chasing. Blonde was elusive the entire time, she has spent the majority of the trip since the wyvern hunt repairing Break. She kept his broken and torn body in the depths of the vessel, what was now a makeshift workshop. She had kept him offline. She needed to make sure his hypermatter core remained stable and that meant keeping him in a state where the droid expended the least amount of energy possible. ”It’s ok. It’s me.” Tapping on his optics, the droid would see her as he partially came online. She held a device linked to him in her hand and ran over diagnostics. ”Motor functions look good. Memory intact. We’re looking green across the board. Honestly what would you do without me?” She chuckled a bit. Break would recognize her face, one he had seen before. He knew her and she simply smiled at him. ”You need to stop trying to impress everyone and caring what people think. You have a dragon and you ride that shit. Fuck, I couldn’t even dream of that. Really, you are so much cooler than me.” With a chuckle she put a hand on Break’s cheek with the loving touch of a mother comforting her son. ”Listen. You’re all I got in this world. So don’t do that again, and don’t worry. Noctuna is ok. She’s flying around somewhere. Just be you. Be the person your father wanted.” Stepping away she’d move over to a nearby wrack. Putting on a black dress coat and straightening a black tie, she’d look back at Break and give him a nod. ”I’ll see you on the other side. Be safe this time.” Then it was over for the droid his mind would be reset and the data would be stored elsewhere. ”BREAK!! WAKE UP!!” The commanding robotic tone of Miss Blonde would screech out to Break and he’d find himself coming online on the command bridge. He was repaired and fully operational. Miss Blonde was looking over various screens and dials. They were honing in on the Lagiacrus, and Blonde would be dammed if she didn’t catch the leviathan and rip its heart out. ”ATTENTION ALL CREW!! BATTLE STATIONS!! BATTLE STATIONS! LEVIATHAN AHEAD!” Blonde’s voice echoed on the speakers of the ship. This was the first time in the week they had been at sea that they were finally called upon. It was time to go to work and report to the main deck and bridge. @Zashiii @danzilla3 @ourlachesism @Bureku @Fierach
  3. Miss Blonde

    The Wild Hunt (Semi-Closed)

    With Isaac’s help, Miss Blonde was able to climb herself up to her feet. Using his rifle as a crutch, the woman accepted his help as minimal as it was. She had preferred it that way. Not having to rely on him or on anyone else. So as the mistress and John came forward, she simply turned a blind eye to them. She rejected Middy’s help and didn’t want any part of it. This was of course just to show the people around her that she was strong enough impale a wyvern and keep going regardless of her physical stature. ”Well I couldn’t of brought it down without you.” She was of course referring to Isaac. The one useful employee that she had on this hunt. After taking a deep breath, Blonde would soon approach the Mistress, John, and those who had not listened to her orders. With a deep and almost aggravated look towards them she’d begin to inform them on exactly what they did wrong and how they could improve upon it. ”YO WHAT THE FUCK!!” She’d get around to it after a very long lecture and screaming session.
  4. Miss Blonde

    Looking for Mercenaries, Killers, and Operators.

    @Tyler Blow them all up! Do it! Do it! Do it!
  5. Miss Blonde

    Lost Mercenary

    @Jade444 A grin was not returned. Only the blank and soulless stare of a steel gas mask and black reflective lenses. There was no silence, only the sound of scribbles being written down on a clipboard. Once those subsided, Miss Blonde would set the board aside and forgo the reminder of the questionnaire. The questions were all but superfluous at this current junction. So she’d cut to the chase. The Skeleton was an interesting character, someone who was conflicted by nature. They were undead for all intents and purposes, yet they still clung to this shallow ideology of morality. It intrigued her. While she’d love to strap the ascended undead down on a table and study the nature of his existence. She’d rather observe from afar and of course give the man a chance to prove himself and see what he was capable of. ”I’ll be honest. I’m obviously a Crime Lord. I have legitimate operations and I have more illegitimate ones. People die, and the solid majority of them stay dead unlike yourself. So what it comes down to is what you are willing to do for money. A week ago I shot someone who didn’t deserve it. It’s a ruthless business.” The danger of this woman would hopefully begin to sink into the skeleton. ”You seem like a decent fellow. However, I have two different career paths for you. One where you get paid less for jobs that fall within the law. The other is outside of it, where only the strong survive. Now the latter, we avoid killing innocents if we can. But casualties happen, and you can’t erase it.” It was as honest and sincere as she could get to the skeleton. ”I won’t pressure you into the illegal, so I’ll ask you. What do you want?” She always had a way of reading and seeing into those who were different. A life of crime and regret had taught her that, and she wanted the kid to make their choice without fear or pressure.
  6. Miss Blonde

    Reflections (PM to join)

    @ourlachesism @danzilla3 @Zashiii Thankfully Cora didn’t need to wait when it came to answering that question. Blonde’s mask was in fact enchanted. One could not read her mind or learn her identity through methods involving psychic probing. However, that did not mean she couldn’t extend out her field of influence to pick up on the energies and messages that were around her. One often needed to be aware of such things, especially in situations such as these where traditional forms of communication were often being monitored. ”So are we good then, short stuff?” Roger said in a mocking tone, as if he felt scorned for things not going his way. Miss Blonde would step forward and look down at the product to see if it was the genuine article. A few taps and a couple of scratches and everything checked out. It was time to make their exchange. ”We’re good.” After she had said that there was a brief moment of silence before Blonde made her move. In almost a flash, a pistol was produced into her hand and went off. The bullet struck the man with the wire tap in the head. Splattering his brains across the floor the man fell over dead and in another movement just as fast, Blonde violently grabbed Raj by his throat and held him a few inches off the ground. With her arm extended outwards, it would seem the woman was stronger than she looked. Of course this was an obvious signal for her men to take out the other guards and not to shoot Roger. With her enhanced grip holding him up, the man was gasping and choking for air in shock. ”Getting a good view from up there, Little Raj? You must feel really big now.” Blonde said in a rather cold voice. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to deal with any automatic fire coming her way. John was someone she could trust to deal with that, and hopefully the new hire and the thot crew could be of use this time as well.
  7. Miss Blonde

    Lost Mercenary

    @Jade444 There was a quick scribble of notes being taken and questions being answered. Miss Blonde wasn’t a virtuous person. She’d killed innocent people, a lot of them really. The criminal underworld was a ruthless place and sometimes messages needed to be sent. It was all in the name of business of course, but you never really got over it. That being said with the skeleton’s answer, she was beginning to understand what kind of person that this man was. For now she’d simply flip the page of her clipboard and ask the next question. ”Alright then. How do you feel about criminal activities? Robbery, illegal arms dealing, burglary, murder of officers of the law in situations where its you or him. Overall what is your opinion of working in less than legal operations?” It was a straight forward question. Blonde had legitimate operations, then she has some that were of course not so legitimate. A life of crime had hardened the woman into what she was now, and if you wanted to get anywhere in this life you needed to do what was necessary. Step on a few toes, hell, even slit a few throats. While she wasn’t the type the person who dragged the virtuous down to her level, she would always present them with the opportunity to do so. It was funny like that. The only thing that separates a good person from a bad is about a thousand gold pieces. That’s what it really always came down to. How hungry for more were you? ”If you couldn’t tell, my operations are at times not so legal.” Honesty was always to be expected.
  8. Miss Blonde

    The Wild Hunt (Semi-Closed)

    @Bureku @Zashiii @danzilla3 @Fierach @ourlachesism Miss Blonde hated flexing. It was something that she genuinely didn’t enjoy, simply because she preferred having the extent of her power be a secret. In all honesty, she was never one who specialized in offensive raw power based combat. She just wasn’t really built for it. Barely being five feet tall and weighing maybe a hundred and twenty five pounds on a good day, she wasn’t the type you’d see on the front lines. With all that being said though. You didn’t become the leader of a galactic criminal organization by focusing on your strengths. Pulling up to where the Wyvern was falling with Noc attached to the wyvern’s neck, Blonde had casually exited her vehicle. Her mask quickly scanned the life forces above and clocked John, Break, and Noc. She was going to have to finesse this to a certain degree. ”Everyone get back!” She shouted to the fleet of vehicles behind her. Taking a combative stance, the woman began to move her hands and arms in a rather fluid motion. Focusing and building power that was almost formless in nature, it cascaded amongst itself and swelled until it began to quickly gain shape. The invisible power soon spilled out from the ethereal and into the physical and to the naked eye, swirls of yellow laced energy formed around the woman’s hands. When it did happen, it was quick and it was merciless. As if jutting and screaming out of the earth itself, a massive yellow laced spike of telekinetic energy erupted and shot forth. Perhaps as tall as a building in the skyline of Last Chance, the massive amount of energy stood firm due to her positioning it in the path in which Noc was flying the beast down. With the spike ramming into the wyvern’s chest, it shot out the other side of its back and began to slow its descent to earth until it all but came to a grinding halt and let out its last exhale of air through its nostrils. ”Take what you want, the hearts mine.” She said rather weakly. On wobbly legs, Blonde approached the beast and panted heavily. Reaching into her coat pocket she grabbed a rather large crystal and tapped it to the beasts head. Another brilliant flash of light shined and soon Blonde was laying in the field drained and fighting the urge to black out.
  9. Miss Blonde

    Lost Mercenary

    @Jade444 Blonde had noticed the skeletons sense of unease, there was just one problem. She couldn’t of cared less. It was just something she’d have to check on a box as to what the bag of bones was and was not good at. The young Skelton might want to work on that when facing future employers. For now Blonde would simply levitate a clipboard over to her along with a writing utensil. Primitive technology, she scoffed silently then folded one leg over the other to create a base to write on. ”It’s more of a retainer for now. I give you money right now and a way for me to contact you. Should you not already be on a job, then any I offer you have first priority.” Blonde would then stare down at the form and begin to scroll over its contents. It was a basic questionnaire to see what the Skelton could and could not do. Not in physical ability of course but she often operated in if not morally grey areas, then outright breaking the law. Not that she didn’t have legitimate operations every now and then that clean and moral contractors could be a part of. ”Question one. This is a questionnaire by the way. To see where I can use you.” Miss Blonde said without looking up at him. ”Question one. Say you were on a job where stealth and disguise was very important, and someone let’s say an innocent bystander had seen your face, or in your case a lack there of. Would you A, kill the witness. B, knock the witness out and try to continue the job as planned. C, abort the mission. Or D, other. For D just tell me what you’d do.” It was a rather straight forward question.
  10. Miss Blonde

    Reflections (PM to join)

    @Zashiii @danzilla3 @ourlachesism Roger gave the woman a short once over, and the word short was very intentional. Blonde stood at about five feet tall with the shoes she wore to give her an extra inch. All and all Blonde wasn’t a very impressive sight, the only intimidating qualities she had was the all black mobster suit and the dark steel gas mask. ”Miss Blonde, shorter than I expected.” Little Raj said with a short chuckle afterwards. If she had a credit for every time she had heard that. While she had killed people for far less than that, she was still holding on to the idea of trying to be a better person. So a bullet to the face was not on the list of options at the moment. For now this would be handled in the matter in which financial transactions traditionally were. ”Do you have the stuff?” Blonde said a bit slower this time to make sure the fool had heard her. Before the man responded, the targeting computer and scanners in her mask began to highlight everything of importance in the room. Number of life forms, weapons in hand, and of course the most important bit. What they were here for. Results began to pour in and everything counted six guards armed with automatic weapons, one explosive device in one of aforementioned guards side, some sort of strange device attached to another that the mask couldn’t quite place, and finally within the large brown crate in the center of the guards was more than a few kilograms of an unknown material. Which was most likely what Blonde had come here for. Materials and devices from this world still needed to be categorized and uploaded into the mask. ”Yeah I got it, you got the money?” Raj asked of the woman in a rather demanding tone. ”Of course.” Reaching into her pocket the woman pulled out a small data crystal and handed it to the man. Grabbing the device, a look of confusion laced with frustration began to form on his face. As if he wasn’t holding what he wanted. ”Where’s the money?” He asked with that tone growing ever more violent in nature. ”You think I’m just going to wheel hundreds of pounds of gold through the streets? This isn’t amateur hour. That’s a data crystal and on are bearer bonds that you can pull money out of from whatever bank or broker you want. I had assumed someone with your last name would have the foresight and intellect to understand how this all works.” Talking down to the man as if she stood much taller than Roger, Blonde laid into him so he’d better understand the nuances of this profession. ”Now show me the merchandise before I paint the walls of this room with your guys.” That would be the clue for her employees to start acting a bit more intimidating. ”Fine!” Roger yelled then snapped his fingers and had his men open the chest behind him. From inside the chest there it was, kilograms and kilograms of Uru.
  11. Miss Blonde

    Lost Mercenary

    @Jade Skepticism was of course expected. I mean what would you do if a limo pulled up to you and the owner asked you to get in. The majority of people probably wouldn’t. So this gave Blonde a few options, have her thugs rough him up a little bit and throw him the back of the trunk. Or just say why nicely. The latter of the choices seemed easiest. Blonde did always enjoy the path of least resistance when it came to things such as this. ”Because I’d like to talk, and perhaps see if you’d like a job. You look like a sell sword and I’m looking to hire.” Blonde was honest. However she was not one thing, and that was very patient. So she’d of course give the young man skeleton or whatever they were, the incentive to move their ass. ”So hurry up before I go find someone else with a little more meat on their bones.” Which wasn’t really a hard thing to do. She was interested in them. You didn’t see many ascended undead around. It was like finding a unicorn or your sense of self respect. It just wasn’t a thing.
  12. Miss Blonde

    The Wild Hunt (Semi-Closed)

    @Fierach @Bureku @Zashiii @ourlachesism @danzilla3 The words pissed off once again failed to describe Blonde’s anger. The idiots had actually jumped out of the ship and onto the beast. Not only did it defy the laws of physics to do so, but it was also one of the stupidest things you could and not only because it was a fucking bull wyvern. Because they were firing missiles and other heavy weapons at it. So in true idiot form, they weren’t actually helping. They were harming not only themselves but the operation as well. ”WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DUMBASSES DOING?!” Seriously, what the actual fuck? That was of course when everything got even worse. Nocturna had decided to show up, and while Blonde was quite happy to see the dragon again. It would mean that those idiots were now caught up in a dragon on dragon battle that the airship couldn’t even dream of coming near. So good luck with that. ”JUMP YOU FREAKING IDIOTS!! I’LL CATCH YOU!” But to be honest, part of her didn’t really want to. Striking out like in a violent flash of light, Isaac’s rifle went off and Blonde respected that. Shoot at he beast even if your comrades are riding on its back. It was efficient and quite frankly they kind of had it coming. So Blonde would flip the man a thumbs up, it was a good call hiring the guy who could follow basic instructions and be consistently useful. If only all us could be take a page from Isaac’s book. The Wyvern however was not having it. Striking his wing the bullet didn’t do much damage, it was a bullet hitting hardened scales. However the lightning attached to it acted like a stun gun and blasted over a million volts of electricity across its body. Which was not good for however rode it, as they now had to deal with not being shocked and the fact that the wyvern was now practically flying dead stick. Doing its best to keep airborne, it began to fall at an alarming rate and pick up large levels of Gs that pressed against not only his body but the unwelcome passengers as well. ”Well that was surprisingly effective.” Blonde said as she watched the beast begin to fall towards the earth.
  13. Miss Blonde

    Silence (PM to join)

    @Zashiii as The Mistress @danzilla3 as John Wilder Zeds Dead as Miss Blonde
  14. Miss Blonde

    Lost Mercenary

    @Jade444 Miss Blonde was never one to pass up on the opportunity to grab potential talent when she saw it. One might ask what was she doing here in bland and boring Blairville? Well, that was none of your business to be frank. What did matter was that she was there, and she had spotted a rather peculiar sight. A walking skeleton, armed and armored, the undead man was something that could be of potential use to her. That being said, she wanted the bag of bones. If not to be used on various jobs, then at the very least to be studied and gain more information about his specific condition. The rather odd sight of an all black magictech limo pulled up to Thrazes. The black reflective window lowered to reveal a masked face. A steel gas mask concealed her face, her long blonde hair fell to her shoulders and the woman had an aura of deadliness to her. As if she had burned entire cities and didn’t lose and ounce of sleep. ”Get in.” It wasn’t a suggestion or even a request. Blonde had all but ordered the living skeleton to get into the limo. She had no hostile intentions towards him. However she did need to see it he was cut from the right cloth to hang with her.
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