poplochanddropit: Had a wicked knot on my head an’ the swellin’ on my shoulder and knee have yet to go down, but aside from dat, Ah’m alrai’.
Ah! Good. I’ll… Admit the sight of your other you made me need a new pair of pants, hahah.
*This is the moment where she should start to apologize, right? If her dead silence is any indication…*
… So uh. Sorry.
:| For snapping at you, I mean. Since I’m glad you’re alive, really, and not, well… Yeah.
Ah’ve been an’ seen wors’, ain’t nuffin’ gonna kill me yet. You ‘ave me word.
*She seconds that emotion, stifling a small giggle. Wait uh oh Jennifer Robinson’s apologizing what did you do, Kree*
No, no, don’t be, you’re the reason Ah’m here! Ah’ve woulda been a goner. Ah’m sorry for Houdini-in’ on everyone. Would’ve never thought someting like dis’d happen!
*Apology fight*
*And no! That’s not a thought she had while under loads of painkillers either!
…Well she thought of it all all doped up but that idea’s still sticking with her sober. *
If she was arrogant, she’d say her absence from the base is nearly directly correlated to nearly every disaster it has. But it was merely a string of coincidences, where a lot of people are hurt no matter what, and she’s out of the loop, not knowing the weight of the problem until much too late.
Well, she can’t sit around and mope about what’s out of her control. Just need to try harder to help! All the hurting leaves very little room for the healing, you know? Maybe some stunt double of herself did blow up the base. If that happens again, she’ll make sure they are armed and fed with the weapons and emergency rations in her truck. A lot of people in those factories get injured making those weapons. She’ll pay for respawn chips, or better working areas, a building besides the factory to house them all in— after she makes it, of course. Those are quite the projects…
She’s not just one person, she’s Lakresha Abigail motherfuckin’ Williams. It won’t happen soon, it might not even happen at all, but she’s going to try.
There isn’t any moping around, just accepting fate for her, nope.
… Oh god, not again.
It all makes sense now. Of course. Who else would burn their base down with them inside at a time where they’re most vulnerable? The fucking clones are back. God, no. Wasn’t that respawn glitch or whatever taken care of?! Goddamn the people here can’t do their job for shit.
This is really not the moment to freeze at a realization, though.
One of the Krees is unconscious and the other is unable to see her. Pretty damn clear who the copy is, here — and to that she points her shotgun. The BLU lets it speak for her with what’s the first and hopefully last bullet directed at the freak’s forehead.
Kree is more of a monster than she is. She just doesn’t look the part, is all. Oh, Jenny, just you wait, you’ll see her true colors yet. But there’s not enough time to tell Jen that. The sound of a shotgun cocking sends her in fight or flight mode, and she’s fighting alright. The clone releases Kree and lunges at her new target with a snarl. Why should she even bother with her and come to her aid? Where is her calvary?
If she’s not the one to bring about her demise, something else will and it won’t be as “forgiving” as her.
Her attempt to claw at Jen’s face falls short from a bullet through an eye. Not the greatest shot, but it kills the beast.
(Source: poplochanddropit)
*Like the majority of the population here, painkillers are the best thing in existence right now. She’s loopy and dizzy, with a few bandages here and a knee brace there.
These sedatives are enough to have her mind stop reeling from prior events. 15 or so years with this company and crazier things happen every year! It’s almost exciting considering you nearly die every goddamn time.*
… In retrospective, perhaps getting that mad at Kree was a bit selfish.
The Demo was just doing her job and, well, better if she was somewhere else at the time everything was set on fire. The Soldier certainly wouldn’t want fingers being pointed at her either, even if (in her opinion) she’s among the least likely people to do such things.
But God, she got so scared.
In any case, an apology is in order once she’s done searching for the actual culprit, she guesses. Jenny can’t go too wild on her suspicions, though, since there’s only so many bullets she has left now—
… Was that a scream?
Correction: multiple ones. And it seems the source is heading her way, so she loads her shotgun just in case.
Yes, yes, of course, Jenny, she’ll graciously accept your apology when she’s not doped up and running away from this creature feature here.
Kree didn’t have much stamina to begin with, considering. It’s a shock that she even made it out this way in her stupor. But she was clearly fatigued and it allowed the clone to take a mighty swing and hit her shoulder, and then her hip twice. You can’t outrun death, sugar. .
And while the clone is certainly one to play with her food after she caught it, she wasn’t in such a delightful mood now. She picks up the fallen Demo by the collar of her shirt and shakes her back and forth. The audacity of Lakresha! She makes certain to tell her off while wringing her blotchy little neck.
And someone’s watching. She stops her assault and cocks her head to pick up a sound. Oh, they want to play the quiet game, huh? “Whozit. C’mon, don’t be a liddle bitch about it, whozit?” That’s exactly how you greet your friends and foes, yep.
(Source: poplochanddropit)
The handle components of a katana
if clone kree did parkour shed make for a weird hunter
okay wow no that actually scares the shit out of me
angry jumping blind dreadlock lady screeching at me
…i know what i must draw
“Don’t fuss about, atleast you’ll make great fertilizer!” It’s just common knowledge you got to condescend your victim before attempting a vivisepulture, you know?
Abigail carried her almost corpse to her very own tomb. It wasn’t too shabby for a blind bitch, either. But Kree’s around too much. The effects are wearing off quicker than she expected. Well, shit, let’s get this over with.
She’s thankful she decided to use her shovel as a cane to feel around the ground, or she would have fell right in the hole with her crushing her. She supposes she’s going to go sometime after this, but that won’t be the way.
Kree, however, takes this as an ample time to escape certain death and succeeds. Or Abigail’s grip gave way. She drops awkwardly and scrambles to her feet, running as fast as her addled mind allows it to.
Spending the last few months screaming at things to find them proved itself to be a dawdling challenge, so the double took pursuit in a chase, letting out ear piercing shrieks the whole way.
That shovel blade is getting awful close to her head, Kree thinks. It has a pretty long reach, but thankfully not enough. It’s hot on her trail no matter how quick or wide her turns are. Well the bitch is certainly loud enough for everyone to hear! She just wants someone- anyone to help.
tessie-the-onlyonlyonly replied to your post: americanvalkyrie replied to your post: ah yes, i…
Kree when did you become the mother of dragons
it was the best trip ever man you had to be there
gonna get a cheesy dragon tattoo to go with it
best/worst high decision ever
americanvalkyrie replied to your post: ah yes, i forgot i tried to fix her blog theme and…
I looked and thought whoa Kree you got really white all of a sudden
she got tired of being called blotchy and pulled an MJ
ah yes, i forgot i
tried to fix her blog theme and forgot
so um
gomen for that many many gomens
Impulse driven the Demo to delve into the base to discover not just one, but two things.
Whatever destroyed her base had a copy of her blueprints to make these explosives. She knows fully well what her own handiwork looks like, and it doesn’t compare to others. It’s quite the conundrum, however, that was quickly solved by her second discovery.
Herself.
Jenny pinches the bridge of her nose, suppressing a potentially loud groan. Too bad that it seems you don’t actually measure the gravity of a situation when you don’t get to experience it first hand… Kree could look just a little bit sorry though. Whatever.*
Just… Freaking tell us when you’re gonna be absent. I swear to God.
*Sighs* Well, it’s our theory. So far nobody from any of both bases seem guilty of it. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were one of these assholes, but. It’s just…
Had you been there, I’m sure you’d think it was planned beforehand too by the way things went. ‘Cause this seems a bit too malintentioned to be a prank.
… And some people went missing.
*Does making sure not to meet Jenny’s gaze by glancing over at the charred remains of their quarters count?*
Ah will. It’s not erryday Ah expect to come back to dis an’ all! Ah still can’t believe it!
Hey! No fingerpointin’. Das the last ting we need when alla us ah stranded out heah wit’ these tings or people or sometin’.
Well, maybe if we find out how it was done we’ll find the culprits. They did a preddy liddle number on ‘em.
(Source: poplochanddropit)
Paije: Oooooh. I get your pun.
Me: Wait did you just get that or something?
Paije: Well I just thought about it!
Me: I'm-
