"Better Pray You're Not On My Sights.." - ex-SWAT Sniper/Mercenary - Not new to RP - Marvel RP(Street Level)/Multiverse OC - No lewd allowed - RT #Døgma

"Being cursed with Immortality sucks. But, the least I could do now is to live for the thrill." [The Immortal Gentleman] - Immortal Gun for Hire/Bartender OC - Fandomless #RP - Descriptive Writer - Mature Content 18+(Minors DNI. Especially for smut) - RT #Døgma

"I have very specific programming set: Kill anyone lacking the Net Terminal Gene." She says before making her body shift. Now she's taken the form of a young girl. "The only reason you're still alive is because your genes are different from anything I've seen before."

Even in this more innocent form she had a very threatening aura. Her eyes pierced through the Viltrumites soul as they locked gazes. "I never said I was ꜱᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ you, believe me if it weren't for those unusual genes you would be ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴇʟ."

Her eyes narrowed fractionally at that response. Her retinas were covered in crimson as data covered what she saw. ". . . It was meant as a threat." She replied. "Earth...the place that was turned into the first Megastructure." She says, thinking out loud.

"This form is more for blending in and infiltration, a perfect way for me to go with you to wherever your true home is." Her face remained neutral, no feigned emotions being shown at the moment. "I won't kill them, after all it'll just present the same 'logical contradiction'."

". . ." After a long silence her eyes glance up to the sky. "What a pity."

"If your home is destroyed, where else can you go?" Her voice was feigning emotions, she had been this whole time. "Leaving? Are you taking me with or do I just kill all these ɪʟʟᴇɢᴀʟ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ myself once you're gone?"

You again.

"Move in...?" This took her aback, she sounded genuinely surprised this time. "I uh...I don't really have a home. But I can just take one from the people here."

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄!

I'm officially passing the torch down to Arrion to write Sanakan. It's been a fun time but I think he'll portray her better, plus I've been more active on @/_Find_The_Gene lately. Maybe I'll flip or deactivate this account, haven't decided yet.》

︎ ⠀⠀𝓣꩜SS me the ᴋᴇʏᴤ to the 𝐜𝘩𝐞𝐫𝐫𝔂 𝓡𝐄𝐃 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝚣 , ⠀⠀♪⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐓𝚆𝙾 S𝔼𝔸𝐓E𝓡- 𝓞𝘕𝘓𝘠 Y♡U , ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀no FRIEND𝕊 .ᐟ ― 🍒

| @autosavedd | While running some more experiments with Beacons to see if they were viable for anything besides their use as weapons, she accidentally managed to teleport herself on the doorstep of Rocket Corp, still holding a block. "Hmmm...that was unexpected."

She looked at the technicians with a hint of interest, setting the Beacon on an empty part of a table. "If you let me walk out of this room unharmed, I'll give you the Beacon. I didn't even mean to come here but I may as well look around."

"Good." She gestures for him to put his hands down. Her movements were very mechanical, and her voice had almost no emotion to it, same with her expression. "Now, ask your questions."

"This?" She looked at the block than back at the gray stick figure. "This is a Beacon, it's what teleported me here from my workshop in the Basalt Dealtas."

"Apparently." She shrugged. "They can also be used as weapons with the right equipment hooked up to them."

"Planning to use it for that, huh?" The faintest hint of a smile showed itself. "Unfortunately with only one of these blocks I can't get back to the Nether, I need two more."