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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5657989]Nukkelina Nieminen[/url]
Max MP: 70 | Current MP: 70 - 0 = 70
Casting: N/A
Gear: Goggles (Infrared, Witchsight, Illusion begone) (3),
Flash Bang: (3),
Kevlar (3), Rod (5), Medical Supplies (5)
Leveraging: N/A
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Nukkelina, despite having worked previously with Maverick Alternative agents on previous ventures, whether by joint missions or simply as passerby acquaintances, had never spent much if any small talk with them. One reason was for her abnormal nature even by Esper standards, of course, but there was also another reason: she didn’t really know how to make small talk. Sure, the time she spent at her uncle’s shop at the village did give her the basics for social interaction, but she spent more time playing with dolls than with real children. She supposed that might have been one reason why that cursed monster had chosen her, as she shared that deeper connection with unliving objects mimicking humans than humans themselves. But it was not a fair exchange, and she would rectify that.

But until that day comes, she had to contend with this group, composed of similarly maladjusted personnel. Iris Silk was perhaps the most normal of the bunch, appearances notwithstanding, though the stoic girl showed some irritation due to the position she was forced into due to the disappearance of her superiors. Much like at a workplace where the middle manager is fired and someone must take their place in the chain, so too did Iris have to take control of Maverick’s operations in Pax.

The other girls, however, were more colorful in personalities. Nina gave the first impression of a simple-minded bruiser. The conservative swimsuit that emphasized function over form was the most obvious hint. But what really solidified the puppet girl’s initial thoughts of her was her short and to-the-point statements, spoken in an accent familiar to Nukkelina, but not in a positive manner. She associated the style of speech most with ruffians and ne’er-do-wells based on her experiences in her homeland. However, despite her displeasure, her expression didn’t show it in the slightest, as she truly did not feel hate. At least, not anymore. Rather, it was more of a reflex, born from memories of a life of emotions. In any case, she hoped she wouldn’t have to spend more time in her presence, as the reaction was pleasant, and it distracted from her mission.

The other girl, Scypho, did not elicit such a strong impression, though the noticeable difference in body mass, especially around the chest, was not unnoticed. Her pleading look was met with a blank stare: Nukkelina had no sympathy to give for the mass of jelly in the form of a female. It seemed Iris had taken her words in a more accusatory manner than she had intended, but it seemed she did not take it personally, as she then suggested leaving their options open until Dan had shown more of his way of thinking, a plan that the puppet girl agreed to with a subtle nod.
[color=0072bc]”Very well then. Perhaps we won’t need someone like Jellmiko over here to seduce the shark with her jiggling,”[/color] she added in her characteristic emotionless tone, making it difficult to gauge whether it was a joke made in envy, or a sincere statement about her viability to rizz for the Maverick Alternative.

Caesar Beach was, just as Nukkelina saw from the window, a picturesque paradise of golden, grainy sands, clear blue seas and a warm breeze that cooled just the right amount from the sweltering heat. Of course, they were not the only group to arrive, as the puppet girl noted both the Gemini and the Freelancers to show: she had been informed over the Maverick’s network the past week about the very basics. However, when it came to more detailed information such as their powers as Espers, Nukkelina was unable to find a definitive answer. Not that it was a problem: it didn’t matter what powers they had, as the culprit behind this ridiculous seasonal drift had made it abundantly clear that violence would not be tolerated. This lent to an air of strange calm tinged with uncomfortable tension, like a doll that had its eye painted just slightly off, giving it an uncanny effect.

Dan Daggernose, of course, had waited for them, and gave out choices for activities for the groups to engage in however. Nukkelina was averse to the more physically straining options, though the sandcastle building sounded quite enjoyable, and dare she even think such…fun.

But before she could come up with ideas for crafting the most magnificent sand monument, Iris made her move, and inquired Daggernose about the disappearances. To nobody’s surprise, the chondrichthyan seemed evasive, and deflected the topic by bringing up cultists working in the area, sacrificing kidnapped maidens in some unholy ritual. One of the Freelancers, who seemed to be a member of aforementioned cult, claimed the opposite in intentions, and like a groveling worm begged to be released from the enchantment that they had all been afflicted with.

[color=0072bc]”Pathetic,”[/color] Nukkelina spoke out, and then turned to Scypho.
[color=0072bc]”Now then, let us proceed with the plan. Jellmiko, start jig-Bweh!?”[/color]

At an instant, the composed puppet girl was knocked down on the sand, as a direct hit from a beachball had struck her noggin. She realized she had dropped Ser Miauskers, and crawled on the sand to retrieve it, clutching it in her arms like a baby: she had developed an amusing shade of red on her cheeks.