[ cutting in to punch leo in the face full force. ] [ turning to Cass . ] your complete disregard for your life and brute force impresses me. I will speak to you after I defeat these annoyances.

➷ 𝗬𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩!

. . . Curiosity is what killed the cat, Frida. That's what she's always told you. . . . continuing to sit guard in front of her office doors.

[ Sitting a bit stiffer. Something feels off. ]

Unamused. Not even moving, glaring /back/. He shouldn't try to intimidate her- it's sad. " You can inform me. " Looking him up and down /so/ judgementally. " . . . She doesn't have time for you. "

Her fists are clenched, almost *shaking*. She /HATES/ when he comes to the hotel. So, So Much. He would be a stain in the walkway or on the wall if she had a say about it. " No Visitors. Her office is Closed. "

I need to kill him

[ visibly holding herself back from punting him like a football ] Big Mama is not Expecting Visitors

Crack. Crack. Each light, one by one, slowly begins to dim to a powerless flicker. Shadows trickle further and further into the room, /crawling/ into every crevice and dent until they reach the main computer terminal. It's locked- but not for long. +

-- @ohmigosh.bsky.social

☆ ————— @whatslostisfound.bsky.social

// ooc @ jagger

-- @ohmigosh.bsky.social

☆ ————— @whatslostisfound.bsky.social

-- @battlenexus.bsky.social

[ She has a mission. Time to complete it. ]

[ NC ] ohhhh my god if I have to go on one more lou jitsu merch scour I'm throwing myself off the ledge of the battle nexus

. . . Yes. [ She coughs, before extending a claw. ] With the knowledge of their bases location, I can collect information and blueprints from the Purple one's lab. We will know what they're planning before they do. [ The claw is clenched into a fist. ] +

[ She doesn't wince- She's far too used to that grip and far too /trained/ to let it affect her. ... She'll do better. ] The location of their base.

[ Beeuh. Frida chirps when she's coddled, grumbling under her breath about being 'Too old for this'. She's still *tense* through it. ] . . . Yes, Mother. He was *distracted*, and it allowed me to learn.

[ Straightening up. Back to robotic assistant with you, Frida. ]

➷ 𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙡𝙚 . . . 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝙤𝙣.

[ Adjusting her mask . Back to rigid assistant. ] Anyways.

They are not just 'annoying'. They are an active threat to Big Mama's empire and /herself/. I thought you'd know that.

[. . . ] You need better taste. /Desperately/.

[ Flipping a knife relic in her hand. Booo-ring, today. ]

[ She's just standing there. Like a statue. ] Apologies. I do not know... how else to say your name?

Mona.

Do not perceive me.

// i know i just made this but it convinced paws to be frida again so im shifting ownership to them /gen /silly

. . . yes. [ holding an armor - clawed hand out. ]

i hope people die and go to hell today.

➷ 𝗔𝗺 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝙢𝙚, 𝘁𝗼𝗼, 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚?