Snarkticon?

Feb 22, 2008 10:57

The denizens of the Nexus will hear her before they see her. It almost sounds like some Ratchets in full rant, except that the voice is female. Then a door opens and a smallish white femme with darker trim stomps through, apparently arguing with someone who's walking beside her.

Only there's no one there.

"I didn't send Spike your way, Dad!" she growls, but then pulls up and glares around with narrowed optics over her faceplate. "What the frelling slag?"

She twitches and turns her head slightly as though listening. "You sound like Nexxi of all realities are everyday things." A snort. "I think being dead's just fried your processor. So what do we do now?" Empty space gets a cutting glare as a hand goes up to rub the black chevron on her forehead. "Ask a question. You're definitely fried. If Mom weren't there to keep you in line I'd be worried about the state of the Matrix by now."

Then she folds her arms and scowls very well despite her lack of a mouth. "Alright, folks, here's my question. What's a good way to get rid of a pain in the aft ghost?"

((For those who are sensitive to sparks Ratchet is very much there, leaning against the sign and smirking.))
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