3:23pm, FBSA HQ. [Queen] Maeve: β whatever weird tale you're about to tell me, i don't want to know. β β @un-saintly, from.
(Neuman, V.) No surprise there, it's a feat she managed to sit through the initial debriefing. knowing better than to bog her down with useless details, Victoria merely shrugs her shoulders -- relenting. IN RARE FORM. A sharp tongue lies caged behind her teeth as she reconsiders her approach, nodding only slightly. β I merely thought I might provide some insight given my past encounters with Invisi-Lass. β not much to worry about there, she tends to go invisi-mode when confronted under the right circumstances ... alone.
Her blood sings with the thrill of it,
Too long since Maeve's been let off her tightly-held leash, tied down to the tower that holds [cages] her, β a watchful eye tucked around every corner. β But you're right, I'm sure you'll be fine. β Delivered with a megawatt smile that feels more like a mask than expression. fine or not, Victoria would be nearby to ensure the job is done. Unfortunately, she will be the one with a collar around her neck tonight -- no head-popping allowed, this one needs to be taken in one piece.
SOMETHING'S STILL OFFβ noted subtly in the leaden flow of Maeve's blood, palpable on her tongue. not the distress itself that's readable, but how it impacts her (deep down into the vein). thoughts that race below the surface, Victoria's readings are rarely detected -- aided by a honed ability to conduct a high level of expressionless recon. PEEL THEM OPEN, TAKE A GOOD LONG LOOK, AND STITCH THEM BACK UP. but something tells her too deep of a probe would not go unnoticed by the other. not in her current state.