When she's pissed off, Black has no need for pithy things like paths and guidelines. She's determined to just plow straight through the jungle, consequences be damned. She's mad because, well. A lot of reasons. The last things she remembers didn't...go great, to completely understate things, and her arms aren't cooperating. They feel slow to move sometimes, the joints feel like they're dirty or clogged. Or they just. Fall limp, even more heavy than before.
This becomes a problem once she steps on the wrong root and there's suddenly a messed-up gnarly plant trying to bite her everything off. She's panicked, trying desperately to make the things work right so she can punch this bush monster right in its non-face. That, and, uh, heal herself, because big nasty teeth sure do do a number on the rest of her that's not metal. Being ascended don't mean shit right now.
Agent Black | Iconoclasts
When she's pissed off, Black has no need for pithy things like paths and guidelines. She's determined to just plow straight through the jungle, consequences be damned. She's mad because, well. A lot of reasons. The last things she remembers didn't...go great, to completely understate things, and her arms aren't cooperating. They feel slow to move sometimes, the joints feel like they're dirty or clogged. Or they just. Fall limp, even more heavy than before.
This becomes a problem once she steps on the wrong root and there's suddenly a messed-up gnarly plant trying to bite her everything off. She's panicked, trying desperately to make the things work right so she can punch this bush monster right in its non-face. That, and, uh, heal herself, because big nasty teeth sure do do a number on the rest of her that's not metal. Being ascended don't mean shit right now.