#dothunter

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what if shes a MEMEQUEEN

She still haven’t enough exp points to get to this rank, I think...

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Now draw the quickest Keramisa you could ever draw, in 15 seconds!

nailed it

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bless us with christmas keramisa, kera-ristmas, keristmas?

Just blessed! Hope you don’t mind Brokko joining, he wants to get some of memedeity’s grace and blessings too.

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5 & 38 for kizaaaa bab

5. Your OC's worst habit?Kiza has a nasty habit of overworking herself. Whether it be an attempt to drown out personal issues with work, or her simply being too excited with her current project, it’s not uncommon for her to forgo proper breaks, full meals, and a decent amount of rest for the sake of her work. This often can lead to her just outright passing out from fatique if she works to excessive lengths, along with a loss of coordination and  increase of irritability, compromising her greatly.38. Random thunderstorm! How does your OC react?Depends! If she’s inside, she wouldn’t care and just ignore it. Outside? She’d probably be rather irritated (as she always is). This would be more from the rain drenching her than anything else, though. If she’s trying to focus though, inside or outside, the thunder would REALLY annoy Kiza.

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🔲 & ◉ to kiza

The Alchemist fidgeted slightly, ears flicking as she folded her arms. Perhaps idly, perhaps out of anxiety, she tapped her claws repeatedly against the metal bands of her left prosthetic, each impact clicking quietly. “My best friend? Well, that is a bit complicated. Though I’ve two companions I would certainly consider close, I suppose only one can hold the title of ‘best friend’. That would be, well, they’re-”She paused, ears folding back just a touch as she glanced around, before glaring right back forwards, a rather stern expression on her face, though she spoke with a somewhat hushed tone. “They’re a human. And if you let word spread out to my supervisors or division lead I’ll be sure to hang you by your ears from the underside of Rata Sum.”

Straightening, Kiza calmed her expression partially, returning to a neutral gaze as she unfolded her arms, now quietly clasping her hands behind her back. “But, anyways! Best friend. She’s a, well, a rather silly individual. Strange, even. She’ll constantly tease, sass, and generally provide you with an incredibly difficult time. Wonderful to behold when it’s directed at someone else! But she wouldn’t earn the title of ‘best friend’ simply by sharp wit alone. No, she’s oddly supportive. Almost protective, even.  Inherent human cognitive disadvantage or no, she’s actually rather intelligent, though that can be incredibly difficult to uncover especially on an initial encounter. Moreover, she provides emotional support, which, quite frankly, I can not attain from my other colleagues. And honestly, doubt I would wish it from them in the first place.”

The ashen-skinned asura now began to pace about the room, slowly and methodically as her hands remained clasped behind her back, almost imitating a military official overlooking a row of new recruits. “Now. As for my dreams. Ignoring the fact that it is completely egregious of you to ask such a thing of me, I’ll humor you. Call it an act of kindness, or me being bound by contract to inform you. Bah..anyways! As I was saying! Dreams. Yes. Well I’ve many. Progressing my race towards the next step of greatness, or at the very least setting the foundations for such. Providing a world in which my progeny can live lives far better than my own. Tormenting a few certain wretches whom certainly deserve it!”

Exhaling sharply through her nose, Kiza flicked an ear, then immediately turning on her heel to face forwards once more, expression flat. “Simply put, I dream of making Tyria better. People may argue that my methods are cruel, but sacrificing ten so that ten-thousand may live better, is a sacrifice that I deem ultimately necessary, and worth the price. Both of those whom were used in the name of progress, and myself, when, inevitably some fool disposes of me in a blind rage, unable to see what I have given, only what I have taken.”

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✂ KIZA

((First attempt at this hope it turns out well <3))

Kiza stared, almost dumbfounded at Keggin. He had broken her favorite set of crystalline vials, saved only for the purest and most sensitive of samples, and by the eternal alchemy was she -mad-. The alchemist stared daggers at the poor asura, whose ears were all too likely wilting under the intense glare, her eyes narrowing with each passing moment.“Why..you..of all things! You absolute loon! You’ve the grace of a drunken ettin wearing shoes three sizes too small..whilst doing ballet..blindfolded! On ice! Do you have even the slightest notion of how expensive those are? You’re lucky those were empty, else you’d be tossed off of Rata Sum at this very moment! Instead, I’ll just..I’ll..bah!”

She rose her right hand, balling it into a tight fist as she continued to glare at Keggin. It hovered there for quite some time, hesitating, never making contact with him. The alchemist continued to stare at Keggin, still by all means quite mad, but unwilling to hurt him, at least not personally. She sighed, shoulders slumping and hand unfurling as she turned away from Keggin, groaning quite audibly.“Bah, you’re a complete ignoramus. Sparking fool.” Whilst Kiza herself could not bring herself to hit Keggin, one of her golems certainly could. The inquest’s hand briefly swiped over a console, which hummed quietly in response. It wasn’t much later that a rather sizable, intimidating looking MK II assault golem came lumbering in. The construct easily dwarfed both asura, and blankly, it stared down at Keggin. In an almost menacing fashion, the golem raised one of its metallic arms, weapon within quietly thrumming, begging to be used. The arm leveled to Keggin’s face, before it finally unleashed its punishment! The punishment being one of its crystalline fingers flicking outwards, smacking against his face. It stung a tiny bit. Not a lot, but a little. Just like that though, the golem was finished, then turning and lumbering away once more, likely to de-activate once it returned to its default position.“I really hate you sometimes.” Kiza remarked, still rather sour, releasing a sigh afterwords. “..sometimes.”

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Kiza discovers that Keggin, after a long night of accompanying her, had left his backpack behind. Should she snoop, she'd find his thaumatic projection device, a rather intricate and complicated looking firearm, a bottle or two of Ebon-brew cider, a firearm maintenance kit, a couple towels, and several pouches of assorted specialized ammunition. Will she take return his pack, or does she snoop and toy with the various contents?

The alchemist stared downwards at the backpack strewn across her floor, arms folded with her right claws tapping audibly against her metal left arm. This ugly sack of cloth was marring her pristine quarters, and she wasn’t too happy about that. Certainly, she would return it to Keggin, but whether it would be politely handed over, or smacking the poor asura upside the head with, she wasn’t sure yet. Perhaps she should first take a look at what’s inside.Grumbling quiety, Kiza knelt down to the backpack, prying it open with both her hands before rummaging through. Idly, the alchemist remarked to herself whilst sifting through the contents, setting most atop her personal desk. “Let’s see what junk he has in here..perhaps some hastily written confession letter, ah that would be amusing!” So unceremoniously she dug through, only giving enough care to ensure she might not set off any explosives, had the munitionsist somehow left -those- in his backpack. “Projection device, have always wanted to study that. What appears to be some project in development...irrelevant. What’s this..Ebon Brew? I thought he hated anything human, huhm. That’s staying in the pack, I’ve no use for it. Not even aged as I like!”Her claws then found the towels, simply stuffing them back in as she found them, not interesting in the slightest to the snoopy alchemist. What was interesting however, were the pouches of ammunition, which upon finding, she idly opened up, turning many shells about in her hand in mild curiousity. This certainly wasn’t her area of study, but still, it was something of at least mild interest. Eventually, she tucked the pouches back within the backpack, leaving a few pieces of their contents on her table for further scrutiny. Mere idle obvervation, of course, a hobby to pass the time. Back to digging through his pack she went! Though now all that remained was a simple maintenance kit, which she briefly opened, glanced through, then closed again, interest already waning.

“Hrm. A shame. Nothing to relentlessly tease him for. He always does make the mist hilarious expressions when I do! Or, perhaps..” Ears raising slightly as an idea entered her mind, Kiza strode to an elixir rack situated on the back wall of her quarters. Quickly, she plucked a small vial from the rack, green-hued substance swirling within. Returning back to the pack, Kiza dug out a bottle of Ebon Brew, briefly uncapping both it and the elixir. Swiftly, she dumped the elixir’s contents within, then resealing the bottle and giving it a quick, vigorous shake, then tucking it back within his pack, which she then propped upright, closing it off and setting it up neatly for Keggin to retrieve at a later date. 

“Assuming he does not notice, that should be amusing enough, heh.” Slight smirk on her face, Kiza returned to her desk, now taking the next few hours to simply look over the projection device.

[gw2-juriia]

hello r u girl please take off agony infused armor and prove urself in a frac 60 no armor no traits, agony boys go home

meet me at the fractal portal in 10 minutes if ur up for some ASS KICKING