"Just fine! I struck the barrel with precision!" She waggles all her fingers, winces, and only then does she realize that her thumb got nipped in the swing. That digit quivering when she wiggles it. "I'll be fine. Just need a little bed rest."

"Perfect!" There's just one final thing to go over then, one of the most important things she could cover. "Durability test!" She raises her hammer up over her head, then brings it down against the barrel of the weapon, knocking it from her hand in the process. And making herself jump.

Vena takes the weapon in her left hand. Gauges the weight of it in her grasp, peers over the sight of it, glimpses down the barrel. She's heard that this gun kills the soul. "Is that true?" She asks, without realizing she never vocalized that thing she's heard.

"I need something that can be handled with one hand. Or two, maybe, if I store my hammer away. Preferably one though." She's starting to pace in circles as she talks. Standing still makes her mind hum inside her helmet.

"Are there any that could particularly compliment a claw hammer?" Vena is building up a party like in a video game, which means that Rally must be the first companion. The tutorial one, perhaps. And never mind the smell! It's not like there isn't a sweaty sort lingering around near her too.

This the only time in the WHOLE YEAR that she can post it, so she must do it right here and right now! Who could possibly have the time to wait a whole year after all?

❛ Come on baby, don't fear the 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑, baby take my hand, don't fear the 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑, we'll be able to fly, don't fear the 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑, baby I'm your man.. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ♡ + ↻ #HaloRP #Warhammer40kRP

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆! Hope the front door of @scarlet-lettering.bsky.social is as sturdy as can be, for Vena has turned her hammer sideways and is using it to knock. Wide eyed and grinning. She didn't sprint here, but she didn't quite take her time either. A dubious third thing, actually.

" ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. " ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴀʀʀᴀᴡᴀʏ

Valentine's Day? There's a dozen something letters stuffed in her mailbox but she's yet to go check on them. It's almost certainly become a nest for something by now.

Her wide eyes take in 13% more visual stimuli than the average persons. Please do not be afraid, it is vital she takes it all in.

Her work is done. The sun is out and its reflection makes her eyes squint. She is now, at least partially, living inside your cookies.

🚪 Heart. Bedroom.

🚪 Throat. Lobby.

🚪 Throat. Lobby.

|| Sorry for the incoming thread spam. It must be done.

🚪 Mouth. Entrance.

🔨 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 🔨

|| I know what I want to do with this account and it's to replace her with a schizo.

« Even humans are just Tools of the spirit. . . » MOTOKO KUSANAGI: □■ PUBLIC SAFETY SECTION 9 ■□ ° Indie portrayal - but you can still just call her The Major. • Overworked, underpaid, and surprisingly rebellious for a cyborg. ° Trans lesbian portrayal - possible NSFW on TL. #MVRP

|| I swear I am not dead. I am, in fact, quite alive. How turbulent these past few months have been...

|| Trying my hardest to beat down the urge to write Lain and various other Lain-esque characters. She flipped right over the last time I did it...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 ɪs ғᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴜᴘᴏɴ 𝐒𝐈𝐍

|| Sneaking in. Please God, let me be free and evil on here.

|| Active tomorrow, promise. I've had so little time to get down to things on here unfortunately.

|| It's been a HOT minute AAAAAAAAAA

|| I've been such a busy bee lately.

Where has she been? Unfortunately, overseas. Being the head of state means having to travel abroad on occasion. Chitose is on her way back to her beloved home now however. She'll get to shower off the filthy feeling visiting the States has left her with.

|| LMAO.

|| Oh yeah, it's Sunday isn't it?

An early morning wake up, the usual. At least the ride to work is quiet. One of the benefits of being one of only two people in a heavily armored, well escorted ride.

Papers, papers, papers. They're supposedly living in the future yet there's still always a stack of papers on her desk when she comes in.

|| If I had a nickel for every time I've done a plot where Chitose gets her hands on a super powered individual that she ends up corrupting for her own means I'd have two nickels. Which IS a lot.

Up late. Chitose has convinced her usual entourage of guards to hang back, try and not be so obvious. Give her some space. If only so she can enjoy a late meal before bed.

╔═════◈ ✟ ◈══════╗ ⠀ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ╚═══════════════╝ ┆ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ┆ꜱᴇᴍɪ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ┆ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ┆ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟy ┆(ɴ)ꜱꜰᴡ 「↻+♡」

"So it seems." She finally gets respite from Chitose's gaze. If only because her eyes slip down over the queen, then back up. "No bee I've ever seen before. Some, escaped corporate experiment maybe?"

It's rude to speak to her in such a way, so now they're even. "You." She's not speaking to the woman, but to one of the suited guards standing beside her. "Take a picture." Chitose approaches as the guard lifts and holds his shades up before settling them back down. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 are you?"

She's only blinked once or twice over the past minute. It's always interesting how easily some people can be unsettled simply by being looked at.

That unyielding weight you feel at the moment? Don't mind it. She's simply staring. Perhaps a bit lost in thought, or some such.

You won't be getting anything from her today. She is a busy woman.