2021/04/16 - Dr. Nefarious
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2021/04/16 - Dr. Nefarious
@nefarious-doctor
“Alternate timelines, you say?” The quickest way to summon her. “I might be able to help with that.”
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"You mean fighting?" Kind of flowery language, but she'd learned to parse it when working with royalty. "Yeah, I do. Not that I get to use it much in my usual duties." She glanced down at the frilly, restrictive dress she had been assigned, certainly not made with combat in mind. "What do you wanna know?"
@nefarious-doctor from x
“Your nemeses?”
Olivia has come back to her lab ruined many a time before. Heck, half of the time she’s the one that did it, smashing things up in a rage. But the smoking rubble is quite different to what usually comes out of her confrontations. She could be angry, but really, she’s more curious about what sort of weapons could cause such destruction.
So she picks over the rubble, pulling out what she can salvage, as well as a few things she can’t- the data from destruction can often be just as useful. “Perhaps it is. But it’s also a new opportunity. More data to add to the calculation. Forward or backward, a step is a step.”
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Out in the middle of the woods, where no one could see, Cassandra was having one of her characteristic temper tantrums. Black spikes drove up from the ground in waves, in ways that would surely impale any living thing foolish enough to come close.
Oh, she was mad. She had just come across the wanted poster that had been put out for her in the forest. Traitor. Traitor. As if it was her fault. As if she was in the wrong. Those Coronans were so blind to their own faults, and to the faults of their so-called perfect princess. It made her sick.
She punched the ground, spikes driving up with the reaction. She screamed. More spikes. There was something kind of cathartic of the rocks ripping through the ground as the rage ripped through her. For once, her inward turmoil was shown outwards. Now no one could ignore her feelings ever again.