[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff0000]Scarleth "Ruby Red" Pevensey[/color][/h1][img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8r1ju0tsh1qhz3hpo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]Scarleth raised a bit of an eyebrow, hearing the voice of the machine inside of her mind. Violence was in her nature, it was what she had been bred for. Without it, she would be nothing more than a porcelain doll, a shell of a person. It brought her life, it brought her meaning, and it brought her purpose. Taking her own knife, Scarleth thought back to the seldom used trick. They were taught it as a last resort, as it would harm their beauty. But if clarity was needed, so be it. [color=ff0000]"You're a rusty son of a bitch,"[/color] Scarleth spat, anger seething into her voice. With her knife, she sliced her left arm horizontally. Before she could do much beyond take cover, she heard Taka's insane ramblings. Throwing a glance over, her augmented eye zoomed in on the object in Taka's hands, and Scarleth glanced around the cavern, attempting to pinpoint some slight weakness. The stinging sensation from the open wound had forced clarity to bubble to the surface, yet a scar would be left behind by the marks. She spotted a slight crack in the ceiling of the cavern, and her eyes flickered back to Taka's bomb. [color=ff0000]"Pirate King!"[/color] Scarleth called out, void of any bitterness or resentment. [color=ff0000]"Like on Corandel? Charge on the ceiling!"[/color] It had been one of her more crude missions. She had been assigned to eliminate an entire chamber filled with public officials, and using a bomb, she had caused the ceiling to crush them all to death. Scarleth didn't even consider them in her official hit list, lamenting that the concrete structure had done most of the work. It lacked her traditional charm. Dashing over to Taka, Scarleth held her hand out, twitching her fingers quickly to indicate urgency. [color=ff0000]"Big motherfucking boom, yeah? Give. Now."[/color] She didn't have time or patience for dealing with Taka, and improvising wasn't her usual method of choice. She enjoyed long and detailed executions, selecting a method from a pile of plans that she made in her spare time. But this, this would have to do. [color=ff0000]"Haul ass and get out of here,"[/color] Scarleth added. [color=ff0000]"I got this."[/color] However, she then noticed that there was a slight flaw in her plan. The charge seemed to be [i]incredibly[/i] immobile. She frowned a bit, attempting to piece together whether or not Taka could be trusted. The woman was unhinged to say the least, unpredictable to the very end. [color=ff0000]"Do you know what you're doing?"[/color] Scarleth asked simply. If Taka could make her plan work, so be it. If not, when the rest of the team was killed by her careless actions, Scarleth wouldn't feel the slightest bit of remorse. Not even for Callum.