#askmelekparagon

[poison-stripes]

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((A shared bottle of fine wine. Oh boy...))

"Here, Melek," Poison said and took out an exquisite wine from her bag along with two plastic wine glasses. "This one's from my old plane. Hmm, 1945. Good year, too."

[damia-sage-of-stone]

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((To be tied to a chair. wait isnt melek planebound? oh well))

Damia circled the weird with calculated steps, examining his structure with a keen, scientific eye. “What I would not give to be able to dissect you, construct. Learn your secrets…what makes you tick, yes.”

[poison-stripes]

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My best friend.

[poison-stripes]

Commander!

Poison had dozed off on her couch as she slipped into a memory from her service days, the speech she gave being one of the first memories to return after Jace restored the four key ones.

"Private First Class Cohen!" barked an older man.

"Sir?" asked a young woman in combat fatigues as she stood up, the harsh desert sun highlighting the scar on the right side of her face.

"I need you to give these men a rousing speech. Those bastards have been kicking our asses and we need to win this one. These people need the medical supplies we have and we can’t give them that until those assholes are gone. Ya understand?”

"Yes, sir!" she answered and nodded.

"Good, now go out there and talk to ‘em."

"But sir, they barely trust me as it is because I’m-"

"And I don’t give a shit what the Department of Defense says about women in combat. Truth of the matter is, you’ve been keeping more of my men alive, especially since Daniels stepped on an IED three weeks ago. You did what you could for him," the staff sergeant said and placed a hand on her shoulder. The woman looked down as she recalled the medic mentioned dying in her arms despite her best efforts.

"Private," he continued and she looked up, "They may not trust you fully but they trust her. Show them that she means business. They sent you here for a reason. Let the troops see exactly why.”

"But sir!" she started to protest, "That’s…oh, fine," she spoke in a defeated tone.

She trodded up to the front of the group, an eerily silence surrounding them, along with the mountains and the debris of destroyed equipment and equally broken men.

The young woman swallowed her nerves and cleared her throat. “Can I have everyone’s attention?” she called out, noticing the men weren’t listening to her. Noticing this, she shouted, “ATTENTION!!”

This got them to look at her and she chuckled nervously before shaking her head and exhaled slowly to collect her thoughts.

"My fellow soldiers, I know the past three weeks have been pure, utter, hell. Losing Daniels and a couple of our friends to the enemy has been very hard on everyone, but this village needs our help and our supplies. Without us, this village will be taken over by the enemy like the others in this region. We have to stop them here and now," she said firmly.

"Why should we believe you? You’re not Poison-Stripes. Now she knows how to rouse a downtrodded man. You’re only a woman who got sent here for God knows why,” a man named Sanchez spoke out.

Private First Class Cohen grew irritated by that. “Well, let me show you why I was sent here, then,” she spoke, barely able to mask her annoyance and cracked her hands carefully.

The ears were the first to appear, laying back, followed by the rest of her fur. Her fingers were still bandaged from chucking back three Molotov Cocktails four days before. The fur then covered her face, she grew slightly in height and the scorpion tail soon appeared, twitching slightly.

"The reason why I was sent out here, policy be damned, is because I, Esther Cohen, AM Poison-Stripes, the hybrid warrior with the scorpion tail," she spat and folded her arms. "And right now we’ve all been alive because of me!" jabbing a thumb toward herself. "If we don’t stop these bastards, then this village goes to hell in a handbasket and us along with them while our bodies go home to our families in goddamn bodybags," she finished sternly, her countenance remaining the same while she shifted back to human. "I refuse to let the enemy undo the hard work we’ve done over the past two years. I refuse to let all the work and the stuff we’ve done for these people here go to naught if we don’t get our act together! And I refuse to let all the skills we, as a regiment, have acquired go to shit if we don’t send these assholes packing!" she spoke, smacking her right fist into her left palm. "We are the last line of defense for these innocent people and all my life I have never backed down from a fight and I’ll be damned if I start now!"

"Now is the time to fight! Today is a very good day to die! Those who seek death shall live. Those that seek death shall die! " she yelled, glad to see that the men had been revitalized by her speech. The staff sergeant nodded his head and gave her a thumbs up. She smiled and then shifted back to hybrid form,kneeling down on the ground and summoned her earth elementals, the numbers making up for the fallen troops and wearing similar ‘uniforms’., her eyes glowing a bright red whenever she did that.

 She got up and picked up her weapon, making sure it was fully loaded. “Now let’s get out there and show them that their hate-mongering ways will never be tolerated here!” she snapped, remaining in hybrid form.

[poison-stripes]

"Trick or treat?"

8. Scary Movie Night

"I swear Melek, you'll love these movies!" Poison said happily while carrying a bag full of horror DVDs in one hand and what appeared to be a heavily-loaded backpack. "These are ones from my old home plane and they always seemed to scare me really good. Hmm, I don't suppose you have a viewing device, do you? If not, I have one in my bag," she said and pointed to the bookbag on her back with her tail.

[ask-glados-anything]

((Would you like to start the tread with Camera Candid M!A?))

Candid Camera:The muse and someone else have been trapped in a room with cameras an ordered to perform..FOR SCIENCE. Anon could decide who, or it could be anyone who encounters them for (anon decides).____________________(Alrighty then!)The doors opened in a small whoosh of air, and her eyes glanced warily at the cameras she had placed in Her chamber so she didn't have to turn to look at the intruder. A sudden chill ran down her back as she found out her cameras have been changed to only face the room she was in herself. She frowned, typing a command to counter the hacker. To no avail. She growled and turned, facing the newcomer with disdainful interest. The door locked and her eyes widened. Someone hacked into her systems. She was locked with this person, upon entering.

[ask-glados-anything]

((Great! If you want I could give up a quick sum up for Melek and his personality if you like, unless you would prefer figuring stuff out as it unfolds.))

I'll be willing to figure things as as they unfold, though I might be asking questions sometimes, just to find out things that might not be covered in the roleplay.

[poison-stripes]

Excuse me

8. SingingPoison had been singing a song from her home when she heard Melek approach. The surprise caused her to squeak out the last note at a high pitch. "Ah, Melek! Good seeing you. This is quite a surprise."