.ﾟtime to boogie ! ☆
@iceunseo
it was that time of the week again where she contemplates changing her alias from victoria to sonic because she’s gotta go fast. being the target of pursuit by the imperial navy and security force has become a daily occurrence. song qian finds that she seldom needs to make time for exercise sessions or cardio because the boys, girls, bunnies, in the blues (or whites, or reds, or whatever) were always chasing after her. it was flattering at first, but now it was getting to be a bit tiresome.
especially since she’s just an innocent gal trying to enjoy the harvest festival.
“my gluteal muscles are incredibly toned,” she mutters from the alley shadows’ shroud, patiently waiting for the resounding footsteps of her adoring, armed ‘fans’ to disappear. with her free hand, she fiddled with the pilfered morph gen attached to her other arm. a strange, foreign sensation washes over her as the piece of technology ferries her transformation. it was nearly nauseating, but a small price to pay for added protection. “now time to get out of here.”