At least she hasn't had time to prepare any "gifts"
There was fire. Everywhere.
Everything in view was demolished, a great swath of destruction seemingly burned into the landscape in one fell swoop. Spaceships passed low overhead, great beams of plasma incinerating everything and everyone near them to ashes. All except Tak - She stood passively in the midst of the blitz, an island of calm in the sea of chaos, her arm firmly supporting the flag declaring this smoking husk of a world to be Irken territory. Just as the ghost of a smirk began to cross her face, she woke up.
Tak blinked blankly at the room, then looked out the window at the decidedly not-on-fire landscape. As she stared, the memories of Mayfield started to flood in and FUCK, NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN.
Merry Christmas Eve, Mayfield! Have a little alien with anger management issues screaming into the phone.
“I HATE THIS PLACE, I HATE ALL OF YOU, AND I HATE WHOEVER BROUGHT ME BACK HERE!! IT IS MY SINCEREST WISH THAT YOU ARE ALL DESTROYED ALONG WITH THIS WRETCHED TOWN!"
She’d planned to slam down the receiver at this point, but a thought crosses her mind.
"Also, what day is it?”
[OOC: I'm kinda pretty sick ATM, so I might be a little slow responding to tags. Don't be afraid to tag, though! :) ]
Everything in view was demolished, a great swath of destruction seemingly burned into the landscape in one fell swoop. Spaceships passed low overhead, great beams of plasma incinerating everything and everyone near them to ashes. All except Tak - She stood passively in the midst of the blitz, an island of calm in the sea of chaos, her arm firmly supporting the flag declaring this smoking husk of a world to be Irken territory. Just as the ghost of a smirk began to cross her face, she woke up.
Tak blinked blankly at the room, then looked out the window at the decidedly not-on-fire landscape. As she stared, the memories of Mayfield started to flood in and FUCK, NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN.
Merry Christmas Eve, Mayfield! Have a little alien with anger management issues screaming into the phone.
“I HATE THIS PLACE, I HATE ALL OF YOU, AND I HATE WHOEVER BROUGHT ME BACK HERE!! IT IS MY SINCEREST WISH THAT YOU ARE ALL DESTROYED ALONG WITH THIS WRETCHED TOWN!"
She’d planned to slam down the receiver at this point, but a thought crosses her mind.
"Also, what day is it?”
[OOC: I'm kinda pretty sick ATM, so I might be a little slow responding to tags. Don't be afraid to tag, though! :) ]