//Model is jank at best, she's awful picky... //But when she works? She works goooood.
//mf just dropped that like it aint the coolest shit that you can just pose your character-
THE BULWARK.
@protoframebulwark.bsky.social
"Я борюсь за мир." ORIANNA SECHENOVA - BATCH: HILDRYN #WarframeRP OC PROTOFRAME HILDRYN CHEMISTRY ITEMS: Spare Keyboards, Doorknobs, other assorted, easily-accidentally-crushed things...
//Model is jank at best, she's awful picky... //But when she works? She works goooood.
//mf just dropped that like it aint the coolest shit that you can just pose your character-
//Wow, this account DOES exist, doesn't it? //Might have to dust Blender off soon...
Most of the first half was in an indecipherable language; with most of what could be understood being Orianna's name and the place of the exam. That, however, changed around the date of the techrot outbreak- the handwriting changed and the language of documentation shifted to plain English. +
+ for your brigade ? Or did you do something earn a high quality print, Miss Orianna ? " This didn't even begin to tackle her questions as she flipped through the first few pages . Skimming the contents therein .
"Well, before all of... this..." The massive woman makes a vague motion to her body with one hand. "I was allergic to poultry and eggs, but nothing too severe. Can't say I know if I still have that, being all... infested and all..." +
+ down the formalities . Date , names , signature , and the like . " So , Miss - Starting off /real/ simple . " Hanging onto the syllable, emphasizing just how simple . " Got any allergies , or preexisting conditions we need to work around ? "
While making out what, precisely, a PA system could be trying to portray in a mall of this size and acoustics was damn near impossible, Orianna's attention perked up when she heard her last name- Ah, the scary doctor. She wondered when she'd be called up. +
+ across the PA system came the accented voice - tripping up over the foreign pronunciation . " Se-. . . / ¿cómo demonios? / " She muttered, hoping the microphone was too distant to pick up the struggle . " Sechenova . " She corrected with background assistance . " Come up to my office . "
Odd for anyone not an operator, he felt muscle coil up beneath the armored outer shell; something had Orianna wound up. "My head isn't what matters here. I let off, for even a moment- and little ones don't get food. Good men and women get gassed out of their homes by religious fanatics." +
—waved a hand at the counter, his face saying more than words. “..This. Can’t always be on one-hundred mode. Even a tank eventually needs to refuel. Gotta take your foot off the gas.” He stood, stepping up to - hesitate.. twice.. then put a palm on her bicep. “It’s not good for your head.”
"Hm-?" The woman's weathered, hoarse voice drones out from the dimly lit back corner of the room; what used to be a mall-security station was quickly converted into a sort of armory- rifles and shotguns, both Tenno and Scaldra, dressing racks and tables on each wall. +
This one’s gonna be a little weird. He hasn’t.. really been back this far. At least not this runaround. “They really just did shove everything back here, huh?” He mumbled to himself, wiping a hand on his pants. Dusty. “Uh.. hello? Orianna? Are you in here?” (@protoframebulwark.bsky.social)
//You can thank our little drifter for this.
Is that 4 PROTO FRAMES AND A LETTIE?!)
"𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘯." 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘: 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛: 𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗥𝗬𝗡 "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵." #WarframeRP