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asgardgenesis2020-04-24 04:16 pm
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video; did you miss her?
[ They say with age, comes wisdom.
This is like that - but with age, came a solid addiction to Margaritas. Wisdom, it can be agreed, is second to this.
But does that give any kind of chill? Wrong. But she is definitely older, even if the details are still the same: flaming red hair, big green eyes, a robotic arm, and a voice horrendously loud as she booms down the connection. Eighteen has become twenty-five has become a bitter, lonely, running hard and fast and mean.
That jittery exuberance is the same though. For anyone who might have noticed her going missing for a couple of weeks (read: anyone who had to listen to her talk all the time at the top of her lungs), she's back.
And she appears to be, solidly, happily, drunk, waving an arm around, that is holding a champagne glass and a gun in the other. ]
'Sup, Asgard! You know how you all said I should get a hobby?
[ That shit-eating grin just gets bigger. ]
Well, guess what, I did -
[ wait for it. She sculls the champagne and throws the glass on the ground. ]
Now I'm a wedding planner! [ She bursts out laughing so hard she snorts before she clears her throat. There is a heavy swing of what appears to be a truly ridiculously sized gun in her teeny-tiny hands that she wields comfortably. ] Well this thing is freaking useless again, I can't believe I leave for like a decade and you guys can't invent guns yet.
Someone get me a margarita, stat. Mama's got a thirst that needs quenching after those freaking weird tentacle... cult.... guys... the creepy beating heart of a vault monster, whatever! I am wasted and I want to stay that way, so point me in the direction of the booze!
This is like that - but with age, came a solid addiction to Margaritas. Wisdom, it can be agreed, is second to this.
But does that give any kind of chill? Wrong. But she is definitely older, even if the details are still the same: flaming red hair, big green eyes, a robotic arm, and a voice horrendously loud as she booms down the connection. Eighteen has become twenty-five has become a bitter, lonely, running hard and fast and mean.
That jittery exuberance is the same though. For anyone who might have noticed her going missing for a couple of weeks (read: anyone who had to listen to her talk all the time at the top of her lungs), she's back.
And she appears to be, solidly, happily, drunk, waving an arm around, that is holding a champagne glass and a gun in the other. ]
'Sup, Asgard! You know how you all said I should get a hobby?
[ That shit-eating grin just gets bigger. ]
Well, guess what, I did -
[ wait for it. She sculls the champagne and throws the glass on the ground. ]
Now I'm a wedding planner! [ She bursts out laughing so hard she snorts before she clears her throat. There is a heavy swing of what appears to be a truly ridiculously sized gun in her teeny-tiny hands that she wields comfortably. ] Well this thing is freaking useless again, I can't believe I leave for like a decade and you guys can't invent guns yet.
Someone get me a margarita, stat. Mama's got a thirst that needs quenching after those freaking weird tentacle... cult.... guys... the creepy beating heart of a vault monster, whatever! I am wasted and I want to stay that way, so point me in the direction of the booze!
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Was it really that long? [she does look quite a bit older, which is both great and unfortunate. the latter because now klaus'll feel less weird making comments like,] Either way, looking good there, girl. [coupled with a tongue click and a fingergun; he's shameless as per usual. did she miss him, however? because he's definitely glad to see her still around.]
I could find a way to whip you up a margarita lickety-split. Hope you like 'em strong, though. [a beat then,] I beg your goddamn pardon, did you say “tentacle cult guys” and “heart of a vault monster?”
Jesus, no wonder you're looking to stay drunk! What the hell have you been doing?
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Not this one. The tentacles were more like... An uninvited guest that totally ruined the whole vibe I had been trying to set up! They did NOT match the floral arrangements!