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gaιge тнe мecнroмancer ([personal profile] machinamentum) wrote in [community profile] emptynesters 2016-02-06 12:10 am (UTC)

gaige the mechromancer | borderlands

( ooc: Gaige is a small angry anarchist who doesn't much like the idea of being part of a hivemind, but rather unfortunately, isn't the sort of person that ever really got the hang of putting mental walls up. Anyone whose been around her - broodmates especially, gets a mindful of her violence loving, chaos centered mind. She's got a ROTA symbiote that helps her build mechanical abominations, so being near her can be a bit of a headache. )

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[ She's so many rooms in now into breaking things, and it's not really a question that she's bleeding from her own carelessness, that she's got a slightly too quick breath that isn't so much fighting, as it the exhilaration. It's not just that she's good at this, fucking over power hungry bastards ( at this point she's got a reputation to consider ) , it's that she enjoys this. They hadn't said what to do, they had just said break it. She does look at the map, to her credit, pours over the schematics as long as to pick out things that look vital and upload them to her HUD. Keep her on track when she gets stuck in it, because she knew without someone to keep her pointed she'd loose track. How the hell is she still alive at this point? Who knows. But she's good at keeping at it when she probably shouldn't be, and that'll hold until it doesn't - and when it doesn't she'll go down swinging.

Like always, there's no walls up, she's got a mind thrown wide open in her excitement, a huge grin on her face as she giggles. Up on the station, she gets eaten away a little bit, without a gun in her hand, she doesn't know who she is so much, playing nice too long isn't what she's good for. But down here? In the blistering heat of a planet tearing itself apart, with a war riding on their actions, that she knows how to wear. Her laughter, in her mind and out of her mouth, it's a tumult. Just a stream of jargon images, hum of something in her skin, and the high that comes off impending violence. Enjoys it, with every bit of her. Unslings her gun from her shoulder and swings it around in front of her as she walks through the door of some shiny control room. All cleaned metal, Hyperion shine if she didn't know better, and even if she does, it's enough a pull on old memories that it's easy to go it'd look better dirty.

and she opens fire into the control panel. It's fritz immediately. Red alarms start screaming off the walls. Her giggle gets louder as the small room echoes with the roar of the gun going of. Keeps going and going until the clip runs out, one or two has grazed her from the ricochet. Bleeding more and her ears are rattling and teeth are rattling with the echo of bullets firing.

If and when it attracts someone's attention from breaking a room that way, she doesn't bother stop, she just turns to her company and all sick and giddy behind the eyes as she unclips a grenade from her belt to toss it at whoever it is.
] C'mon, there's another control room. Wanna see if we can turn it into a crater?


iii.

[ Other people can do the talking to the Empress. She's all for just tossing the woman over someone's shoulder to just get it done. But since that apparently isn't a plan, she busies herself in the fancy apartments. Hey the planet is about to go up in one hell of an explosion. That makes everything is fair game, right?

In the scramble of the staff to pack and handle the sudden intrusion, she ignores them and starts going through whatever she can find in whoever's room this is. Pssh, nobility is just another word of bourgeois as far as she's concerned, they don't need this junk anymore anyway, not where they're going. Gaige though, Gaige has a college fund to consider. Or you know would have, and so she takes it for the proverbial version of her that would have gone to college had she not ended up so adept with guns, to steal whatever she can grab.

But despite the rushed way she does it - she's being quite methodical. She starts one side of the room, rifling through the draws, pulling things out and tossing it behind her when she decides she doesn't like it, or it's too big, or whatever makes it unsuitable. Making the room look steadily more and more like a bomb sight. At one point, she's pulling out someone's very fancy space future jacket. She snorts in amusement holding it up, eyeing the gold edging.

She can't help herself, she puts it on. It's like the morbid fascination of wearing Jack's face, she just can't help herself. Tugs it up and doesn't stop when it rips on her robotic arm a little. Turning back to whoever is in the room with her, and tosses another dress at the back of their head to get their attention. Sorry.
] Hey, what do you think?

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