Tap tap.

A careful wind. A strong flick of the wrist. Light soars, blooming with impact. A small star in the distant darkness. Another needle of light spins between irritable fingers. Not enough. Never enough.

Would you like a taste? The cells still work.

Yaps?

<-- cannot hold a normal conversation

Aya. There will be more.

My last visit was rather enjoyable.

Revoking your ownership is always an option...

Enjoying the gift, Human?

|𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐣𝐚|𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖| 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞| 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 | 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐦𝐬| #𝐌𝐕𝐑𝐏 | 𝟗𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥| 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧| 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈|𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐃𝐍𝐈|

" 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 . "

Part of her lingered on propriety. A very small, dwindling part. Another wondered what her mentors might think, but she promptly shakes the thoughts away. She would hear these tales. "If it aids the tale, let it do so."

The liquid barely touches her lips as she all but inhales it. With a sloppy grin, she nods in satisfaction. "Not bad. The sweetness of home is unforgettable."

[Sticks-in-the-mud]...

Fineee. I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 behave.

Good. Maybe, I'll even behave.

Why not? Anything. I'll have some too.

Someone will die soon—

Human blood looks beautiful when spilled.

Looking for her next victim.

Throws a grenade.

Staring.

Another glorious day. She even has a few... souvenirs.

❝ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. . . ❞

She's currently tidying up her workshop, for once.

❝ 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 . . . ❞

That's better.

I prefer the term 'received an upgrade'.

There are no horrors to see.

It's nearly time. Another test. Another trial.

"How worthwhile are they, I wonder? You have so many. Even echoed of death, yes?" She still hasn't quite gotten her head around that. It quietly concerned her. The dead stayed dead. "These Vanguard sound... challenging."

Lifting her head, she spares him a glance, and a small glare for good measure. She takes more issue with the Sentinel than his words. "Builder constructs remain outside," she mutters as her fingers swipe across a few glyphs on her terminal. "Many reasons. Two are most -

I could make it better.

The facility is quiet, save for the lowest of hums that drift through the air. Low amber lighting illuminates the maze of corridors and rooms that play host to few sentient beings. Spirit is in one such side room, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the Sentinels. Prior to her taking up -

Perhaps I should undo your work?

Stretches.

She chuckles, finding a modicum of delight in his anger. Perhaps these Humans had something in them. "I will look. There will be more. They will be different," her voice carries certainty, even as she tilts her head and hopes for a challenge. "Will you be as -