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Post by Esther Estrada-Levin on Jul 21, 2024 2:03:41 GMT
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[attr="class","frame154"] [attr="class","lowe15quote"] [attr="class","lowe15quoteinner"] Secret message, hi | [attr="class","lowe15reescroll"] [break][break] Cute? “Nah. They’re still freakin’ me out.” Esther replied rather flatly, trying her best to avoid making eye contact. She couldn’t help herself as the situation developed, or rather, deteriorated to the point where LaFey had executed a solid chicken breaking. It was going to take a great deal of time for Esther to fully get on board with the fact that she really should expect anything. In the short time she had spent in Earth-chan’s realm, she had already had to adjust her perception of what exactly “anything” was. [break][break] Such an incredible sight had taken her out of the moment. Before matters could escalate beyond repair, Tristan quickly interjected, bringing Esther back to where she needed to be. Two down, one to go. Esther was able to work well under pressure, even if patience often wore thin. Tristan’s urgency was far from lost to her; time was running out. This mangy bird (or lizard) was the last thing standing between her and whatever fulfillment she sought via robbing the farmer who had put so much trust into her. But before she could violate that trust, she had to earn Tristans: a monumental task so it seemed. [break][break] Tucking her knife away, she devoted both hands to the collar. Knowing she could only play the role as a hard place for so long, she put everything into ensuring that this last bird didn’t end up free. Even if her assignment was the furthest thing in the world from slaughtering the beleaguered kaiju, her eye still read as murderous. If one thing carried over from decades of ballet training, it was the ability to gracefully leap. While such grace was unnecessary in this moment, it was still on offer. From above, she squez the chicken’s head and then neck through the collar’s loop, ruffling the poor creature’s already discombobulated feathers into an even worse state of disarray. [break][break] Subdued, their last bit of poultry was secured and the primary mission was nearly complete. Holding her palm steady she issued a cold, coarse, “Stay, ya friggin’ things.” To the now obedient flock. Motioning for her two companions to get closer she began to specify the details of the heist, but not before giving Tristan her sincere gratitude, “Alright, great hustle and whatever the hell that was… magic?” [break][break] “Anyway.” She added smoothly transitioning into the stratagem portion of the proceedings, “Clock’s tickin’ as soon as we get there. Farmer John comes out to get his new chickens situated; that’s not gonna take ‘im all day, but it gives us nice a window. See, if any of us tries to pin him out there, we run the risk of him wantin' to get us coffee or somethin', and then one of us suspiciously tryin' to keep 'im from headin' inside.” Esther began her way towards the distant farmhouse, snapping her fingers to call the chickens, “The frame's got some heft to it, and we don't have an Escalade waiting in the woods. I can pop it out the frame, no problem, I just need someone keepin' watch and someone gettin' me a tablecloth or curtain” It remained ever a simple plan. It brought her back to the early days, where all of her jobs were rips'n'runs or smash'n'grabs. [break] | [break] [attr="class","frame15"] [attr="class","inframe15"] [attr="class","inner15"][break][break] level1statsPOWER F/9 [break] DEFENSE F/8 [break] SPEED E/11 [break] MAGIC F/10 [break] VITALITY F/10 [break] WILLPOWER E/12[break] LUCK 00[break] cooldownsSwitcheroo 0/3 [break] Ability 2 0/0 [break] Ability 3 0/0 [break] Ability 4 0/0 [break] Ability 5 0/0 [break] itemsBeginner's Knife [break] N/A [break] N/A [break] N/A [break] N/A [break] [break] [break][break] Theme Link |
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