and catches the blade between her palms, stopping it just short of her gut. her fingers— the ones that haven't been cut off— wrap around the edge, but she doesn't seem to care that the blade is cutting into them.
artificial or no, she can't afford to get disemboweled. there aren't any actual organs in there, just a bunch of manufactured things meant to imitate the inner workings of a real human body, but getting ran through would still be extremely unpleasant.
she glares up at Zero, still holding onto the sword with surprising strength.]
That's a good look. [ a determination not to get gutted, as opposed to the slightly manic grin on zero's face, the look of some serial killer who's quite determined to gut her victim. if it comes down to a test of strength between the two of them--
she twists the handle of her blade, trying to cut straight into irina's hand or at least slice off a good chunk of her palm.
[what kind of fuckin stupid alien planet did she land on?? whacko planet with psycho assholes running around killing people. ugh.
still not much unlike Earth, though. if Zero didn't drop from the sky and immediately tried to murder her, Irina might've thought she was home again.
there's a sickening noise as she loses the better half of her one good hand (goddamnit). with her grip lost, the sword drives through its original intended mark— her gut— and Irina's face screws up in pain. but she doesn't scream. she won't give Zero the satisfaction, even if she's on the brink of death and she can't do anything else with both hands mutilated.
but there is some resistance. nothing squishy and slippery like one would expect to be in a person. it's all synthetic stuff, even metal, and other things that Zero's sword meets when she stabs Irina. there's a distinctly electrical crackle. sparks fly up the blade as plasma begins to leak.]
Aw, would you look at that? You're not even human after all.
It wouldn't even count as murder if I killed you. [ that's the takeaway message here after all. victim now handily--hah--defeated, or close to it, she can plunge her blade straight into irina's side with enthusiasm for novelty. cutting people apart almost becomes a chore, when she's on her hell mission like she is. cutting apart something that bleeds blue and sparks electric is a little more interesting--
and then something huge and white lands right on top of her and irina both, slightly crushing them under white scales.
'Zeroooo, what are you doing? I thought you were going to make friends with the survivor!' ]
Are you fucking kidding me, you thought wrong, you complete idiot--
[ but mikhail dragonblocks her murder. for the moment. ]
What the fu— [she doesn't get to finish that thought since a dragon landing on her kinda knocks what little air she had from her lungs, and makes her hack up a good deal of plasma. oh, thanks. excellent. now she won't die from being mutilated by a psycho, she'll die from being crushed by a big talking dragon.
don't mind her, she'll just be lying there and bleeding.]
Yeah— [she coughs up more plasma. it's all over her face and chest now, staining her body armor blue. cool, at least the dragon seems a lot friendlier. a big friendly talking dragon is actually kind of normal compared to the aliens who've come to live in their city, come to think of it.]
It's Irina. And I'm human, you goddamn asshole. [she snarls in Zero's direction.] Not that it'd matter to you, I guess.
[ mikhail grins a big old happy practically doggy rather than draconic grin, tongue lolling out and stained with blue. 'Awww, Zero, I like her! Can't we keep her? None of our other friends bleed blue, let's keep her!' apparently her blue blood is so novel and a perfect reason to recruit into party. ]
Are you fucking kidding me, first of all don't call any of those assholes our 'friends' or I'll puke, second of all I'm gonna puke if you and blue-blood bastard over there don't die immediately right the hell now--
[ mikhail bends his head down towards irina again, cocking his head. 'Don't worry, she says that about everyone! And tries to kill everyone... don't take it personally, okay?' ]
Hey, I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk about me like I'm some kinda stray. [pointedly ignoring Zero...... between the murderous psycho and this big dumb friendly dragon, she'd rather address the dragon.
good news, she more or less stopped bleeding already, bad news, her hands are still completely fucked up. she can see her assault rifle not too far away, half-buried in the sand from when Mikhail made his entrance. maybe this is actually a great stroke of luck for her— it's just more time bought until another team is sent to find her.
so if it means playing along with the dragon, okay.]
But sure. I'll join you and your... friends. [is that even the right word??]
[ oh god... this is like the worst possible outcome in her opinion.
not because she likes anyone in her little friend group, and she might just vomit thinking of those assholes in her group as friends, but at least she could fuck them?? and irina is... hmm. she sizes her up even as mikhail lets her up, finally, because he's a naive idiot but maybe she could still have an opportunity to murder irina once her dumbass dragon isn't looking. ]
... Yeah, sure. Welcome to the dumbass brigade of idiots, you stray. [ ... stares at irina's... halted wounds. hmm. ] You get a pass on not dying today. Probably. I reserve the right to change my mind, all right?
But you sure as hell aren't fucking human so don't get smart with me if you're trying to pull anything. I don't need an excuse not to kill someone.
[being called a non-human does kinda piss her off but explaining the whole mimeosome thing would be such a pain in the ass, and she doubts Zero would even listen to a spiel about it.
the supplies from the wreck, though... ugh, she'll just have to forget about it. she doesn't need Zero (or big dumb dragon) nosing around in their stuff or asking questions.
to Mikhail:] Don't tell me the rest of your friends are as fun as her.
Oh, you might have some fun with them. [ she's practically imagining it now. they're a whole stupid bunch of fucked-up idiots... ] But hell if I care, you can put a few rounds into their heads, it might make them more tolerable. [ death would. she's not even particularly attached to them.
then why hasn't she killed them yet?
good question. she shoves at irina's shoulder with the pommel of her weapon. ]
Anyway, get the hell up. Otherwise I'll ditch you and fly back to camp myself.
[ 'Aw, Zero!' mikhail whines a little and then inclines his head towards irina, still big and doe-eyed. 'Don't worry, I can carry you in my claws if you'd like!' which might be a good way to get accidentally gored by claws, but. maybe he can be careful. maybe. ]
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and catches the blade between her palms, stopping it just short of her gut. her fingers— the ones that haven't been cut off— wrap around the edge, but she doesn't seem to care that the blade is cutting into them.
artificial or no, she can't afford to get disemboweled. there aren't any actual organs in there, just a bunch of manufactured things meant to imitate the inner workings of a real human body, but getting ran through would still be extremely unpleasant.
she glares up at Zero, still holding onto the sword with surprising strength.]
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she twists the handle of her blade, trying to cut straight into irina's hand or at least slice off a good chunk of her palm.
looks or determination might not be enough. ]
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still not much unlike Earth, though. if Zero didn't drop from the sky and immediately tried to murder her, Irina might've thought she was home again.
there's a sickening noise as she loses the better half of her one good hand (goddamnit). with her grip lost, the sword drives through its original intended mark— her gut— and Irina's face screws up in pain. but she doesn't scream. she won't give Zero the satisfaction, even if she's on the brink of death and she can't do anything else with both hands mutilated.
but there is some resistance. nothing squishy and slippery like one would expect to be in a person. it's all synthetic stuff, even metal, and other things that Zero's sword meets when she stabs Irina. there's a distinctly electrical crackle. sparks fly up the blade as plasma begins to leak.]
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It wouldn't even count as murder if I killed you. [ that's the takeaway message here after all. victim now handily--hah--defeated, or close to it, she can plunge her blade straight into irina's side with enthusiasm for novelty. cutting people apart almost becomes a chore, when she's on her hell mission like she is. cutting apart something that bleeds blue and sparks electric is a little more interesting--
and then something huge and white lands right on top of her and irina both, slightly crushing them under white scales.
'Zeroooo, what are you doing? I thought you were going to make friends with the survivor!' ]
Are you fucking kidding me, you thought wrong, you complete idiot--
[ but mikhail dragonblocks her murder. for the moment. ]
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What the fu— [she doesn't get to finish that thought since a dragon landing on her kinda knocks what little air she had from her lungs, and makes her hack up a good deal of plasma. oh, thanks. excellent. now she won't die from being mutilated by a psycho, she'll die from being crushed by a big talking dragon.
don't mind her, she'll just be lying there and bleeding.]
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Hi, I'm Mikhail! What's your name?
Did Zero try to kill you? [ in a petulant 'oh, zero!' tone of voice.
beneath him, Zero punches at his leg. 'Hell fucking yes I did now get the hell off me--' ]
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It's Irina. And I'm human, you goddamn asshole. [she snarls in Zero's direction.] Not that it'd matter to you, I guess.
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[ "Aw, Zero, don't be mean! Maybe she just likes the color blue!" ]
You just shut the hell up and get off of me or I'll stab you--
[ mikhail mostly ignores her, staring down at irina instead, cocking his head curiously.
... and then he licks her blue plasma.
does it taste good??? ]
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almost like blood, but not quite.]
Eugh! What the hell! [licked by big
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Are you fucking kidding me, first of all don't call any of those assholes our 'friends' or I'll puke, second of all I'm gonna puke if you and blue-blood bastard over there don't die immediately right the hell now--
[ mikhail bends his head down towards irina again, cocking his head. 'Don't worry, she says that about everyone! And tries to kill everyone... don't take it personally, okay?' ]
Take it fucking personally--!
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good news, she more or less stopped bleeding already, bad news, her hands are still completely fucked up. she can see her assault rifle not too far away, half-buried in the sand from when Mikhail made his entrance. maybe this is actually a great stroke of luck for her— it's just more time bought until another team is sent to find her.
so if it means playing along with the dragon, okay.]
But sure. I'll join you and your... friends. [is that even the right word??]
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not because she likes anyone in her little friend group, and she might just vomit thinking of those assholes in her group as friends, but at least she could fuck them?? and irina is... hmm. she sizes her up even as mikhail lets her up, finally, because he's a naive idiot but maybe she could still have an opportunity to murder irina once her dumbass dragon isn't looking. ]
... Yeah, sure. Welcome to the dumbass brigade of idiots, you stray. [ ... stares at irina's... halted wounds. hmm. ] You get a pass on not dying today. Probably. I reserve the right to change my mind, all right?
But you sure as hell aren't fucking human so don't get smart with me if you're trying to pull anything. I don't need an excuse not to kill someone.
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[being called a non-human does kinda piss her off but explaining the whole mimeosome thing would be such a pain in the ass, and she doubts Zero would even listen to a spiel about it.
the supplies from the wreck, though... ugh, she'll just have to forget about it. she doesn't need Zero (or big dumb dragon) nosing around in their stuff or asking questions.
to Mikhail:] Don't tell me the rest of your friends are as fun as her.
[one psycho murderer is enough... thanks...]
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Oh, you might have some fun with them. [ she's practically imagining it now. they're a whole stupid bunch of fucked-up idiots... ] But hell if I care, you can put a few rounds into their heads, it might make them more tolerable. [ death would. she's not even particularly attached to them.
then why hasn't she killed them yet?
good question. she shoves at irina's shoulder with the pommel of her weapon. ]
Anyway, get the hell up. Otherwise I'll ditch you and fly back to camp myself.
[ 'Aw, Zero!' mikhail whines a little and then inclines his head towards irina, still big and doe-eyed. 'Don't worry, I can carry you in my claws if you'd like!' which might be a good way to get accidentally gored by claws, but. maybe he can be careful. maybe. ]