Freja had an entirely neutral expression on her face, only for her cheeks to flush pink all of a sudden as she clears her throat. ❝ N-No, /no/! You're not some little girl anymore, Freja, those thoughts aren't supposed to be there anymore! ❞ At least she was alone... Or was she?

❝ Lort... ❞ Freja sends an addendum to the higher-ups, warning that whatever is controlling Emre might try to find a way to abuse the stranger's discoveries if it gets the chance. ❝ If that were to happen, who knows what could happen... ❞

❝ Scanning titans, going to where they're manufactured... Seems the thing's got an M.O that's easily traceable. ❞ Freja sends an email to some of the Talon higher ups with a small nod of satisfaction. ❝ Could be good leverage to get Sombra to help again. ❞

Freja began to leave the facility, a taste of dissatisfaction building in her mouth. Though she wasn't here to capture or even stop the target, she had lost track of them, even if only for a literal second. She slipped... On the bright side, it showed her that there was still room to improve, >>>

If that was his goal, then Freja tapped an ear piece of hers. ❝ It'll hurt production, but initialize the collapse of your current product pieces, the breach is heading to your favorite toys. ❞ Corporate secrets must be protected at all costs... Whatever he'll hope to find will be utterly >>>

She was quick to react and literally froze in the air, firing off another specialized bolt while checking the device on her other wrist to check for a sonar ping. If he was still in the building, he wouldn't be getting much further without her knowing where and how relatively fast... ❝ Clever, >>>

|❄️| Decided to change a thing about the account. Instead of being single-ship, this account is multi-ship with each ship being treated as though Freja is polyamorous. |❄️| Mostly felt that being single-ship was a bit limiting on this one tbh.

Freja was currently tending to her crossbow, restringing it at the moment. ❝ Fandme, someone touched you while I was away... They'll pay for it though, min pige, I promise. ❞

❝ I've had to make due with literal mud huts before, leaving "a life of luxury" while on the hunt is the least of my concerns. ❞

Freja was by no means a small woman either, but the queen's size was something that truly /was/ of legends. Perhaps the tales of Australians being "built different" after the omnium explosions had some truth to it after all. ❝ I typically do my best travel by night, but if it's enough for /you/ >>>

¤ ALL HAIL — THE QUEEN ¤ ¤ I BITE DOWN A LITTLE HARDER ¤ MY BLADE'S A LITTLE SHARPER ¤ MY ROOTS, MY ROOTS RUN DEEP INTO THE HOLLOW ¤

❝ A happy client is like music to my ears. I'll save the drink for after the job though. I find the taste is much better after a job well done. ❞ Freja nodded and extended a hand. ❝ I expect you'll be a regular, so here's to a bountiful start... You may call me Gefn, it's my "work name." ❞

❝ If I manage to round up enough, why not put on a show? Your live feedings are clever, but why not line /your/ pockets on top of mine? ❞ Freja's small smirk soon grew into a smile. She wasn't a particularly sadistic woman herself, but live targets meant a bigger challange. ❝ Put them to the >>>

Freja actually smiled very faintly, already thinking on the different approaches she could take with the mission. ❝ Do you want them dead or alive? It makes no difference to me, but I've heard you are a particularly... /Sadistic/ woman, so I figure I'd ask in case you wish to "indulge" a little. ❞

A normal person would have lost them immediately, but Freja was far from normal... She was the best of the best, a goddess amongst other huntresses. The scent and clearing of the smoke, the subtle differences in it... That was how she folllowed the other. ❝ Fine then, run away again... It makes >>>

❝ Today is already shaping up to be rather interesting. ❞

If they're willing to make this much noise to try and draw out someone, then they're either stupid or planning something... Freja presumed the latter, opting to never underestimate a potential target. As such, she bounded from the high ground and investigated from afar, looking down at where >>>

|❄️| Yoinking this.~

Freja loaded a specialized bolt into the barrel of her crossbow and fired it off towards a vent. A pulse was sent out from it and the huntress looked a small display on her wrist. The ventilation systems were mapped out using a constantly pinging sonar system. ❝ Hmm... Nothing in there for now. >>>

❝ Is that so? Hmm... I'm listening.~ ❞

Spinning in the direction the man kicked the ball, Freja bumped it back with her heel. ❝ Quite impressive yourself! ❞

What was originally supposed to be recon and finding out just what the armored being wanted had turned into a hunt the moment the power went off. The red hues of the emergency lights dimly illuminated various hallways and the faint smell of the acid burning through metal filled Freja's nose. She >>>

❝ Most everyone fetches a decent enough price, though not everyone is going to have it claimed by me. I at least appreciate a challenge if I can help it.~ ❞

While true that certain parts were manufactured here, the deeper parts of the facility had no way in or out. Every worker there was effectively sealed in there for the time being. At the very least, they had ways of ensuring they didn't suffocate. Freja soon arrived though, the jet arriving at >>>

❝ Hmm... Reyes had info about a previous encounter, but this thing /can/ be harmed. ❞ Brute force was a language Talon knew well, so they could theoretically throw enough bodies at the problem to make it go away should it ever come down to it. It's just a matter of /if/. ❝ Interesting... ❞

❝ Whatever that was, it was strange... Unwelcome, too. ❞ Freja descends from the rooftops, slinging her crossbow over her shoulder.

The woman's eyes narrow at the figure that burst from the husk of the titan, taking in the visage and mentally logging it for later. If he's bolting at the first sign of danger despite packing that much heat however... ❝ Not enough of a threat for them then it seems, either that or a coward. ❞ >>>

❝ I don't like this... It's dangerous, but people will recover. ❞ Freja loads up a specialized bolt into her crossbow, aiming for where she recalled reports stated the energy core was stored. With a snapping sound of the crossbow, the bolt pierced the hull and entered the core before exploding >>>

Bounding from rooftop to rooftop, the bounty hunter soon arrived at the building just before the titan's husk. All that machinery and tech being left to rust... Good. Something snooping around in its chassis like some kind of parasite was concerning to say the least though, so she'll wait for now.

❝ Something's off... ❞ Freja delivers the bounty target to the designated location before using her mag-lev cloak to hop up to the top of a building. The remnants of the titan were still here and it looked like some sort of "fly" was buzzing around it. ❝ Hmm... ❞

Firing a set of bolas out at her target's ankles, the individual she was after dropped. ❝ Stop your screaming already, it won't make this go by any faster... ❞ Time to bind the rest of the scumbag.

Toronto is safe, the armored behemoth of a demonic bug would merely be seen as a potential threat. Null Sector was effectively a non-issue at this point with how Talon's been handling things. On the topic of Toronto though... A Danish bounty hunter was there, hunting down a target to take in alive.

❝ The stoat doesn't get its meal by sitting around and being lazy. ❞

❝ Credit chips are easier to manage than cash or external, easily traceable transfers. It requires proprietary technology, sure, but... Kroner is Kroner, no? ❞

❝ I don't care to think of my former colleagues as anything other than just that, former colleagues. Well... All besides one, and that's a special case. ❞

❝ I heard that the original creator of the bow met the man who made a more mobile, accurate version of it in the afterlife... He was rather /cross/ with him. ❞ Crickets... ❝ . . . I'm never doing puns again. ❞

Typically, the bounty hunter wouldn't get involved in something so mundane, but... Might as well snap the boy out of whatever trance he was in. ❝ Doesn't seem like that wall's going to bring "world peace" anytime soon to me. ❞

// New to OWRP. Not new to RP. 18+ dark themes PFP: www.tumblr.com/tensortblr/8... ♡ + ↻

❝ The bots in Nepal are always about patience, meditation, and understanding. I suppose it comes easy for them though... It feels like time would likely become irrelevant when you wouldn't have to worry about disease or aging to death in search of "enlightenment" or Omnic Nirvana or whatever... ❞

❝ That /thing/ that pilots him... It could have easily taken back over Emre when we were just talking. Why did it spare me? ❞ A small furrowing of her brows lead to a shrug and a small sigh. ❝ It probably has limits, but I don't want to go testing them. ❞

Freja is easily "married to her work," so boredom comes extremely easily whenever she's not on the hunt or otherwise looking for new bounties.

❝ Hmm... I doubt it would be a challenge, but that's quite a lot of zeroes... ❞ Freja was looking over a tablet with information on potential target on it. ❝ Fine, I'll take it. ❞

❝ I opt to look at the here and now, perhaps even the future, rather than dwell on the past. It's better this way... ❞

|❄️| You all know what time it is.~

Freja is quick to use her mag-lev shroud to jump up a good bit and kick it right back at the musician with a small grunt. ❝ Right back at you! ❞

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