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srwug_alpha_rp2012-12-28 10:16 pm
aesopwarped) wrote in srwug_alpha_rp2012-12-28 10:16 pm
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Embers of Rage
[1]
[After everything that happened out in the field, Mad was... for all intents and purposes... quite murderous. Between Ayame, the Chalice Crew and Section 2 there was no way for Mad to get to close enough to Gendo to make the man swallow his own teeth. She felt regret, the wicked sting of despair at failing as a hero yet again... but she turned all that into anger. Anger she was attempting to use constructively as she repeatedly shot targets downrange. The kick of her pistol and the solid crack of gunfire growing more and more accurate each time she fired, and every time she imagined NERV personnel in her sights.]
Those. -BLAM- Motherfucking. -BLAM- savashri -BLAM- ASSHOLES!!!
-CRACKKK-
[The Target snaps into pieces from the last shot. Mad's taking deep breaths before she coldly reloads and brings up another.]
[2] [Locked to Mad's Roommates.]
[Mad seems to be looking over several schematics in addition to her notes. Papers litter the room as she continues to hammer out her plans for the Lambda's complete form. A few days ago she sent a pair of letters to Fuso. Hopefully the one that involved the Lambda would be sorted out in due time-]
Step on my notes and I'll step on your face. Move it.
[She motions to you without even looking. React to her?]
[3] [CR Only]
[Mad's at one of her usual spots, kicking her legs and singing softly. Like before, it was a sad, melancholy little ditty. Her expression wasn't anything sad though, it just looked tired... like she needed some sleep.]
[Talk to her?]
[After everything that happened out in the field, Mad was... for all intents and purposes... quite murderous. Between Ayame, the Chalice Crew and Section 2 there was no way for Mad to get to close enough to Gendo to make the man swallow his own teeth. She felt regret, the wicked sting of despair at failing as a hero yet again... but she turned all that into anger. Anger she was attempting to use constructively as she repeatedly shot targets downrange. The kick of her pistol and the solid crack of gunfire growing more and more accurate each time she fired, and every time she imagined NERV personnel in her sights.]
Those. -BLAM- Motherfucking. -BLAM- savashri -BLAM- ASSHOLES!!!
-CRACKKK-
[The Target snaps into pieces from the last shot. Mad's taking deep breaths before she coldly reloads and brings up another.]
[2] [Locked to Mad's Roommates.]
[Mad seems to be looking over several schematics in addition to her notes. Papers litter the room as she continues to hammer out her plans for the Lambda's complete form. A few days ago she sent a pair of letters to Fuso. Hopefully the one that involved the Lambda would be sorted out in due time-]
Step on my notes and I'll step on your face. Move it.
[She motions to you without even looking. React to her?]
[3] [CR Only]
[Mad's at one of her usual spots, kicking her legs and singing softly. Like before, it was a sad, melancholy little ditty. Her expression wasn't anything sad though, it just looked tired... like she needed some sleep.]
[Talk to her?]