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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5657989]Nukkelina Nieminen[/url]
Max MP: 70 | Current MP: 34
Casting: N/A
Gear: Goggles (3),
Flash Bang: (3),
Kevlar (3), Rod (5), Medical Supplies (5)
Leveraging: N/A
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Nukkelina raised a subtle eyebrow at Jack's followup question, seemingly unable to believe the doll girl's genuine ignorance.

[color=0072bc]”There was a reason,"[/color] she answered, as if that was the more important question.
[color=0072bc]”Is it not customary to name your attacks among Espers? To give them strength by invocation? To allow the audience to partake in the performance?"[/color]
Before she had her answer, she then noted the crumbling of the spaceship, and resumed her escape, noting how the other Esper proceeded forwards. Well, if she wished for the alien vessel to become her watery tomb, she would not sent that wish.

Using Pekka's British brawn, Nukkelina had the door shoved aside, leaving horrific claw marks on the door, as if a dangerous experiment had escaped its alien captors. And in a way, it wasn't that far off the mark, if the experiment was to see how much nonsense the Puppetress was willing to put up with.

The answer to that question came apparent as Pekka stepped out with a hunch onto the makeshift platform. The void-hearted girl took a look at the ship, and how it had crashed into the sea. Of course, it would have been no issue for an Esper of her abilities to reach land: even without the ability to traverse with her strings, she could simply use Pekka as a raft.

But then, she encountered an Esper. And not just any Esper either: though she was not overtly familiar with the history of Pax Septums and the Espers who operated in the area, the Maverick intelligence did point towards a Gemini member who had caused a stir even outside her organization.

[color=0072bc]"Sharr Webber,”[/color] she spoke, her tone as neutral as reading a newspaper article. Still sitting on Pekka’s palm and carrying the Minion, she simply stared at the interloper as she monologued to a disturbing detail about her activities and goals. However, Sharr would not earn any expressions with her heckling other than a porcelain-like tranquility, inanimate and inhuman.

[color=0072bc]”Friends…”[/color] She repeated the word, as if trying to comprehend what Sharr was trying to get at by using the term instead of acquaintances or even comrades.
Was it even possible for someone like her to develop a relationship as close as friendship with others, or was she doomed to stay distant due to her voided heart?
However, there was no chance to ruminate when the butterfly Esper then suggested an exchange of answers, and inquired about what happened earlier.

For a moment, Nukkelina stared at Sharr…and then answered.
[color=0072bc]”Because Asimov…Penny Asimov…Is someone I once knew. But…The Penny I knew was no mere Iron Queen, easily usurped.”[/color]
Though her expression hid it, someone as uncannily observant as Sharr would spot her clutching her Minion the teensiest bit tighter, before she resumed her regular hold.

[color=0072bc]”Now it is your turn. What do you know about the puppet who stole my heart?”[/color] She asked in turn, floating up to stand on Pekka’s palm: though she did not say it, her actions spoke clearer than words about how it was not a mere question, but an outright demand. And one that she wouldn’t allow to be unanswered.