07-15-2018, 02:07 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Things were quiet, a bit too quiet for her liking but that only served to get her where she needed to be quicker. She was always doing something as of late and most thought she was plotting against them just because she wasn't one of their precious members. She had no reason to be one of their members if she wasn't looking to help them but in a way if she thought about it long and hard she was helping them. Really, she was prepping for the day that some Freelancer would show up at their borders and she'd have to take them down in order to get them out of the way. Her gaze shifted over the ground as she walked, debating on setting up a training ground for maybe some of these civilians. That way they could be better prepared for the shit storm she knew was coming and Washington knew was coming. Really, she hadn't had the time to talk to Church or rather Epsilon. But she would when she could and the woman sighed a bit as she walked, dragging her thick black claws against the ground. Her high yellow green eyes lifted up a bit to view the area she was walking in when her thoughts turned to Washington.
He was a freelancer and she remembered when she had first met him. He seemed scared to hell and back because of her and admittedly she did boss him around a little too much. Guessed that was what happened when one was the new fresh meat on the block. Shaking her head a bit she did worry for him right now, his condition because he'd already showed that something was wrong with him. Even though she was concerned she also knew she didn't want to press him as there was a small fear of backlash for even bringing up the subject at all. Pausing in her little walk the woman was about to head home when she hard something. Ears pulled forward and she became still and quiet, gaze lingering on nothing at all as she waited to see what was going on. Then the sound of a snap happened, strange followed by Washington's name being yelled. What the fuck was going on? Turning her head in the direction the noises were coming form the woman bolted forward, her speed unmatched as she moved through the area with narrowed eyes against the wind that streamlined off her body.
Upon approaching the scene she didn't even stop running, there was no reason to. The moment she saw Maine, the moment she saw his massive hulking form she knew why he was here. Her body extended and she could feel her paws thudding hard against the ground before she launched herself into the air aiming to land upon the Meta's back. If that proved successful the woman would then aim to dig her thick black claws into the spaces of his armor, attempting to slice open flesh and muscle before possibly being thrown from the back of the hellhound and landing harshly on her side. Though that didn't keep her from getting right back up and yelling out harshly. "Playerone! Get everyone the hell out of here!" She snapped harshly, tail whipping back and forth as she eyed Washington and then turned her gaze back on the Meta once more. Wash wasn't in any condition to fight, not with a broken leg and she gave him a look too for him to get out with the rest of them. Her body coiled in and offensive position but she didn't move from her spot, hoping that the Meta would focus on her and not try to rip the head off of anyone nearby.
He was a freelancer and she remembered when she had first met him. He seemed scared to hell and back because of her and admittedly she did boss him around a little too much. Guessed that was what happened when one was the new fresh meat on the block. Shaking her head a bit she did worry for him right now, his condition because he'd already showed that something was wrong with him. Even though she was concerned she also knew she didn't want to press him as there was a small fear of backlash for even bringing up the subject at all. Pausing in her little walk the woman was about to head home when she hard something. Ears pulled forward and she became still and quiet, gaze lingering on nothing at all as she waited to see what was going on. Then the sound of a snap happened, strange followed by Washington's name being yelled. What the fuck was going on? Turning her head in the direction the noises were coming form the woman bolted forward, her speed unmatched as she moved through the area with narrowed eyes against the wind that streamlined off her body.
Upon approaching the scene she didn't even stop running, there was no reason to. The moment she saw Maine, the moment she saw his massive hulking form she knew why he was here. Her body extended and she could feel her paws thudding hard against the ground before she launched herself into the air aiming to land upon the Meta's back. If that proved successful the woman would then aim to dig her thick black claws into the spaces of his armor, attempting to slice open flesh and muscle before possibly being thrown from the back of the hellhound and landing harshly on her side. Though that didn't keep her from getting right back up and yelling out harshly. "Playerone! Get everyone the hell out of here!" She snapped harshly, tail whipping back and forth as she eyed Washington and then turned her gaze back on the Meta once more. Wash wasn't in any condition to fight, not with a broken leg and she gave him a look too for him to get out with the rest of them. Her body coiled in and offensive position but she didn't move from her spot, hoping that the Meta would focus on her and not try to rip the head off of anyone nearby.