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IDW Arcee
Currently deep within the dank recesses of the Nexus’ forest, Arcee haltingly paces.
Her optics flicker incessantly as the infuriatingly inane messages provide a constant source of ire in her processor. She rumbles a deep threatening growl through her engine, all lingering wildlife sent scurrying from the action.
Her thoughts are currently running a mile a nano-klik, subsequently stumbling over one another and leaving her mind an erratic mess.
She...She needs to-
“…find him. Kill him. Kill them ….Make him suffer. Them suffer. They are him…. All need to go. …eradicate his existence.”
Nothing else matters. S- ..She doesn’t care who else suffers, or succeeds. All that matters is-
“Jhiaxus. He’ll die. He’ll pay. He will….. Not yet. No. Can’t do anything from here” A hollow laugh hisses from her vocaliser, “No no no. Need to wait. Be patient. He’ll come. He’ll come… ”
She ceases in her pacing, intakes heaving and optics sporadically flashing. She can't be certain but... something's.... something is....
Arcee’s helm whips round with a frenzied gaze.
Her surroundings are no longer innocent. She sees him. His face. His vile presence. It's toxin leaking form every tree. In every nook. In every rock. In everything!
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him!
“JHIAXUS!”
The crackle of her weapon activating and the ensuing flurry of wild slashes are lost through her own feral shrieks of wrath.
“DIE DIE DIE DIE! DIE YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SLAG!”
Her sword rains unholy destruction onto the tenaciously still environment; slashing down trees, breaking open boulders, leaving smoking streaks in the ground below.
It’s not until the scent of burning oak tickles her olfactory sensors that she falters in her movements.
Widened yellow optics flicker once. She takes in the wrecked area. Her raised arm. The still flaming plasma sword....
She lets her limb drop and, with a dying buzz, the blade’s energy cut out. Her optics dim.
“Hn, not here. Not here yet…. will be. Just wait. Wait. Will find him. Kill him. Yeah. Definitely.”
He'll pay. She'll... make sure. This time... This time sh...she'll make sure. There'll be no salvation for him. She'll... She will make sure of that.
Arcee’s volatile expression morphs back to her previous frustrated grimace. She vents out a hiss, resuming the same erratic pacing she’d been doing before. The destruction she’d just dealt on the forest is left behind, its occurrence already forgotten.
[ ooc: When I say deep, she’s really deep in the forest. So confronting her is not really an option right now (don’t know why you’d want to but whatever >,>)
Feel free to com her though! ]
Currently deep within the dank recesses of the Nexus’ forest, Arcee haltingly paces.
Her optics flicker incessantly as the infuriatingly inane messages provide a constant source of ire in her processor. She rumbles a deep threatening growl through her engine, all lingering wildlife sent scurrying from the action.
Her thoughts are currently running a mile a nano-klik, subsequently stumbling over one another and leaving her mind an erratic mess.
She...She needs to-
“…find him. Kill him. Kill them ….Make him suffer. Them suffer. They are him…. All need to go. …eradicate his existence.”
Nothing else matters. S- ..She doesn’t care who else suffers, or succeeds. All that matters is-
“Jhiaxus. He’ll die. He’ll pay. He will….. Not yet. No. Can’t do anything from here” A hollow laugh hisses from her vocaliser, “No no no. Need to wait. Be patient. He’ll come. He’ll come… ”
She ceases in her pacing, intakes heaving and optics sporadically flashing. She can't be certain but... something's.... something is....
Arcee’s helm whips round with a frenzied gaze.
Her surroundings are no longer innocent. She sees him. His face. His vile presence. It's toxin leaking form every tree. In every nook. In every rock. In everything!
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him!
“JHIAXUS!”
The crackle of her weapon activating and the ensuing flurry of wild slashes are lost through her own feral shrieks of wrath.
“DIE DIE DIE DIE! DIE YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SLAG!”
Her sword rains unholy destruction onto the tenaciously still environment; slashing down trees, breaking open boulders, leaving smoking streaks in the ground below.
It’s not until the scent of burning oak tickles her olfactory sensors that she falters in her movements.
Widened yellow optics flicker once. She takes in the wrecked area. Her raised arm. The still flaming plasma sword....
She lets her limb drop and, with a dying buzz, the blade’s energy cut out. Her optics dim.
“Hn, not here. Not here yet…. will be. Just wait. Wait. Will find him. Kill him. Yeah. Definitely.”
He'll pay. She'll... make sure. This time... This time sh...she'll make sure. There'll be no salvation for him. She'll... She will make sure of that.
Arcee’s volatile expression morphs back to her previous frustrated grimace. She vents out a hiss, resuming the same erratic pacing she’d been doing before. The destruction she’d just dealt on the forest is left behind, its occurrence already forgotten.
[ ooc: When I say deep, she’s really deep in the forest. So confronting her is not really an option right now (don’t know why you’d want to but whatever >,>)
Feel free to com her though! ]