[center][h2][color=0072bc][b]Nukkelina Nieminen[/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5657989]Nukkelina Nieminen[/url]
Max MP: 70 | Current MP: 62
Casting: None
Gear: Goggles (3),
Flash Bang: (3),
Kevlar (3), Rod (5), Medical Supplies (5)
Leveraging: N/A
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Nukkelina was disappointed by the Minion’s failure to scale the alien vessel. It was quite adorable though, as it desperately fidgeted around frantically with it’s little limbs flailing about making a directional arrow expression (>_<). The Puppetress forgave the pathetic creature, and gave it a new command to shimmy over to the ramp. The Elite Minion was more successful in its task, having intercepted enemy fire, even if it ended up crusty due to the aliens gooping on it. At least they weren’t outright sliming it like a contestant in Nickelodeon’s Double Dare.

As for herself and Pekka, Nukkelina sighed. It seemed one of the other Espers was in trouble, being beset upon by a chef using cooking implements as weaponry. It seemed the girl was a Freelancer, as Nukkelina did not recognize her. While she usually wouldn't have batted an eye at forgettable damsel in distress, the girl’s monstrous features, complete with horns on her hed and reddened skin, elicited a feeling from the usually emotionless girl. Was this sympathy? It was an unpleasant feeling, and one she would rectify. 

[color=0072bc]”O fair dragon, may ye find solace from those who would attempt to dine on your flesh.”[/color]

She sent the Elite Minion to attack the Knight of Tonight, attempting to place a defending shield between her and Rika and thus allow the latter to escape.

Nukkelina continued moving. Pekka had climbed aboard, the menacing marionette simply staring in Nina’s direction, before Nukkelina pulled on the strings and the monster turned away, before it hopped down, catching the ledge like a gorilla and swinging itself through the entrance and into the ship. Nukkelina also moved south over the sand and then east up the ramp in accordance with Pekka, gracefully flitting over the sand and metal with Hover, represented by being suspended by near-invisible vertical strings flickering in and out of reality.