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Missile chuckled, watching Bruce go to work. She sort of had half a mind to ask if they were hiring; it seemed like a fun time, never boring, never dull. She waved to the octopus cook in the back, laughing, and she turned her head, blinking at the strange woman who appeared. "...uh?" The flurry of gestures and strange slang the shark man and this... Ganti? spat out were confusing, some of it sounded like the gibberish people spoke in back on Earth, but this was apparently not as negative and insulting - Bruce and this girl and her bizarre companion seemed to be friends.

Oh, dear lord, what had she wandered into today?

She kept her arm over Pullo's shoulders, still rather concerned as she took in the strange animation of the building around her. One of the maids had started cleaning up the place and people had slowly begun to return, and she just shook her head, turning to watch people file in. "... uh." She shook her head and turned around, looking at Bruce with a weak smile. "Can I get half a Pan-Galactic Gargle-Blaster? Heavy on the lemon please. Something to just uh." She shook her head again. "I was in the gut of a shapeshifter today, I'd like to forget I did that." Her fingers played with the half-elf's hair gently as her hand moved up his back.

One of the men from the table that had been annoying and noisy - well, in the near-silence of the bar, it had been annoying, and noisy - came over and Missile tensed up, listening to the words that came out of his mouth. Perhaps it was meant to sound pretty, but she'd spent enough time around Pullo that magic that wasn't half-bent by Chaos felt a little... wrong. "If I can make a suggestion, stranger," she said to the white-haired stranger, "don't get the cobbler. I insist."
I AM BETTER

But I just got off work and words are hard. Post in morning. Seriously though this time.

EDIT: Posted, not entirely sure what is happening because so many things are happening all at once but let me see if I've got this right:

Gaudette, Pullo, Missile, and now Kresnik are standing/sitting/slouching at the bar in various ways and Kresnik is magically-flirting chatting with Bruce to get a meal.

Ganti and the other bard and some guy passed out are in a booth?

Am I correct? ~_~ Sorry, this cold medicine is seriously scrambling my brain.
I've got the death epizootic cold/flu/death thing running around my neighborhood so I'm a bit under for the duration. x_x
I'm here, work's just kicking my ass. I'll have a post for you tonight, I'm running a DnD game here in about ten minutes and then I work for 4 hours after that.
I didn't realize you were here until after I posted that, I apologize muchly for the panic. >_>;

*flails hands in the aiiiir*
The diclonius nodded at Bruce as he spoke to them; Pullo would probably need a bit to become sensible. In any case, she'd never minded the bizarreness that was Bruce's slightly horrifying grins; her own were hardly much better.

Missile tried not to grin as as her boyfriend mumbled what he wanted, tilting her head as they sat at the bar. "Cantaloupes, got it. And... some beer." She lifted a hand, playing with some of his messy hair. She shook her head for a moment; maybe they needed to find somewhere to relax that wasn't noisy - or annoying, she thought irritably, glancing back at the table that wouldn't be quiet. Maybe there was a bathhouse, somewhere? Wait, didn't the inn have a washing room? She thought about it for a minute, letting Bruce get some work done before Pullo spoke again.

"...?" She wasn't sure she'd ever heard him say please before and she frowned a bit, but nodded, looking up at Bruce. "We're ready! Can he get the hangover special with extra cantaloupe and a decent serving of beer?" She scooted her stool over a bit and wrapped her arm around her half-elf (that was still a weird phrase in her head, "her half-elf,"), rubbing his shoulders. "How much did you drink this morning?"
I literally can't figure out this message board, here's hoping I don't die or something. Also I swear to God, Rhae, I'll be rather agitated if you leave Missile alone and without her crazy half-elf boyfriend. :|

Warning, great big wall o'text, I was bored and wanted to improve the old sheet some.

WARNING: CONFIDENTIAL, CODE FUSCHIA
REQUIRED SECURITY CLEARANCE: LEVEL OMEGA DELTA PSI
FROM THE FILES OF:DIRECTOR KUROSAWA
LONG-TERM STUDY OF: NIKITA "MISSILE" STERLING
CODE-NAME: SNOWFLAKE
RISK OF CONTAMINATION/DEATHS: MINIMAL TO HIGH
CURRENT LOCATION: UNKNOWN
LAST KNOWN LOCATION: LABORATORY OF DOCTOR VLAD STEIN. The good doctor has been questioned and given Class 10 amnesiacs and stated that the subject fell through a portal he'd been working on. He has since destroyed the portal, which leads us to believe retrieval of SUBJECT SNOWFLAKE will be impossible, if not absolutely difficult.

File Follows:

Name: Nikita Sterling
Race: Diclonius, evolved human
Gender: Female
Age: Believed to be 22 years of age. No known birthdate.

Height/Weight:5'5"/64kg
Personality/Interests:On the surface, Snowflake is very, very sweet; not only that, she is even a little dismissive of humanity's crueler nature and very fond of being helpful - to the point of willing servitude in several cases. The only flaw she'd willingly point out about herself is, indeed, her caring nature and clams up when you inquire harder. The fact of the matter is that, underneath the sugary coating of Miss Sterling, one will find someone ravaged by the misery that is the existence of the Diclonius race, a tired soul that only wants to be at peace and maybe have a cat or two in the house so they don't feel so alone.  She adores literature and the sciences, and that is indeed how she finds herself in the Playground: By walking through a closet.

When Snowflake was small, around the time she escaped from the Queen Diclonius she was sent to kill and from the agency responsible for the capture and containment for her kind, she encountered something all of her species must endure: Referred to as the DNA Voice, it is a malicious, violent entity that demands violence and blood, preferably of the human race alone and encourages the negative thinking of one lost in depression. However, Snowflake refuses to believe she submitted to this voice, as she has never killed a soul.

This leads to our other half of the subject, an entity that refers to itself as Missile. During an attempted recapture, the entity emerged and quickly dispatched the team approaching Snowflake. Nikita herself bears no memories of the blackout - nor, indeed, does she of any other such event in which the entity manifested. There is no physical indication of the personality switch, if that is what we can call it, other than a deepening of the voice. Subject Missile is fluent in Japanese, Mandarin Chinese, Cantonese, and English, as well as Tolkein Elvish. Where it learned these languages, or how it even had access to high fantasy literature, is currently under investigation. Subject Missile is also pointed out as the likely reason for the bloodbaths that occurred in several exotic clubs in Las Vegas last year, as it is noted that the entity despises anyone it considers prettier than the body it inhabits with Subject Snowflake and responds even worse if a prospective mate is perceived as being stolen by another human, regardless of gender or race: Subject Thunder was found dismembered in a motel room with what was left of a John Doe.
Subject Missile is violent and bloodthirsty, as is the norm for "Activated" Diclonius urges, and very few survive an encounter with it. Those that have rarely escape with their dignity and are infected with the virus that allows the birth of more Silpelits.

Addendum: For any higher officer of the facility unaware of certain terms, a Silpelit is an infertile Diclonius born of an infected human. In layman's terms, the strange power these subjects have - known as Vectors due to their ability to transfer this virus into humans - are akin to arms, though we cannot see them and they do leave handprints, as evidenced in the escape of Lucy from the Japanese facility in [REDACTED].

In addition, both subjects were known to have a strong affection for animals, which is a trait known in the species. Both enjoy a strong drink now and again, though Missile is fond of getting drunk enough that Snowflake is hungover the following day.

Appearance:
Details:
Body build: Lithe/lean; effeminate frame, but rather tomboyish in build compared to other subjects and humans in general.
Hair: Mid-back length, straight; usually in a ponytail or bun. Missile seems to prefer its hair down.
Hair color: Pink
Skin color: Pale white
Eye/Iris color: Bright red
Notable Features: As a Generation 5 Silpelit, she has 23 vectors, each with a range of five meters. During testing, Subject Snowflake was capable of grabbing projectiles and flinging them back, and outside of the facilities, she was fond of using them to cook and clean. Additionally, she ran a one-woman puppet show in Detroit until circumstances forced her to flee again. She also has two small, cat-ear-shaped horns on her head. These are believed to be the source of the vectors, or at least gauge their control. It was noted that when Lucy lost her horns, she lost finer control of her vectors. It is unknown whether this applies to other Diclonius or if the level of control lost varies. Further testing is very difficult.

She has several tattoos from her various blackouts, and only particularly likes one.

Back: A black and gold phoenix in flight, right shoulder. Not very fond of it, as it covers a series of scars that render it rather ugly.
Front/Waist: Around her middle is a series of dashes, and under her bellybutton is a pair of scissors with the words CUT HERE under them. Finds this one amusing, if not a little disturbing.
Left foot: A black widow spider.
Right hand/Wrist: A tattoo of the tendons and veins wraps around the back of her hand/fingers and comes around to her wrist. It's surprisingly realistic, and it's the one she likes the most for its bizarre quality.
Lower back: A pair of tribal angel wings. She isn't sure why there's a pair of wings just above her ass, but doesn't complain; just wished it hadn't hurt so badly when it was healing.
Additonally, she is covered basically head to toe in old scars from when she was a test subject for weapons. The worst is one on her hip, which left a lasting mark. Some reportedly look like old self-harm injuries, and she tends to keep them covered with long clothing to keep people from asking questions.

Clothing Description: Subject was last seen wearing a purple sweater, blue jeans, a camisole, and heavy black boots, wearing her now-signature purple hat over her horns. She may or may not be wearing a white lab coat and she may or may not be covered in blood.

Equipment
Little else but the clothes on her back. In her right boot is a dagger that Subject Snowflake was given by an anonymous sender; tracing the trail leads us to believe this is her father. However, given the detail that her father died in Lucy's escape along with her mother leaves open some questions as to her true parentage.

Weapon(s)
1 Dagger
1 Pen
1 Bra; has strangled two known victims with it

Talents/Abilities
Subject Snowflake is an excellent cook and ran an amateur foodie blog called Modd Kitchen for a brief period. One staff member reports that during an encounter with her, they ate one of the best quiches they'd ever had in their life. Additionally, Snowflake is capable of lifting an astonishing amount of weight both with her vectors alone and her small frame - with the vectors altogether, around 907 kg and her physical body, around 90 kg. However, this tires her out and leaves her vulnerable both to outside forces and Subject Missile's control.

Subject Missile, as stated above, is fluent in a number of Asian languages and one fictional. Additional information is unknown.    

History:
Subject Snowflake is the progeny of a former scientist, Zehira Sterling, who perished during the escape of Lucy with her husband, Alexei Rodchenkov. Discovered in their home with a babysitter, she was quickly acquired by the proper channels and brought to the facility in short form. At age 9, Snowflake escaped during an attempt to recapture the next Queen, who let her live.

Snowflake has largely lived on her own for the past decade and is poorly adjusted as a result, with Subject Missile being a point of trouble in her attempts to blend in. The subjects have run across the world to flee our surveillance, and seem to have finally done so with this recent escape through a portal.

In-Playground History:

Nikita found herself in the Old Boar Inn, and after a few drinks, her darker persona awoke and met the bard who'd recently arrived - Pullo Half-Human. While at first, she didn't want to be interested, his attitude sort of appealed to her - that and the fact he seemed genuinely attracted to her. Add onto that a soon-to-be discovered penchant for pure chaos, the fact he sings songs that she swears he must've heard in the Playground but he insists otherwise, and the little issue of him wearing a kilt - it's been one hell of a ride and Missile hopes it doesn't stop anytime soon. They encountered King Koopa while shopping for new clothes after a scuffle with the barmaid named Bess, a vampiric wench that the diclonius direly wishes to see dead, and recently tore the heart out of a shape-changing demon and gave it to Pullo as a sort-of-but-not-really Valentine's Day gift. He seems to have appreciated it at the very least.
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