COUNT SOM-E WOOLB-EASTS BITC)(

Like this post if you want to interact with Meenah for the event!! I haven’t made an alt for her yet so it’s just regular Hive City Meenah. She has her powers unlocked which are outlined here. Which is basically very strong strength, flight and resistance to psychic abilities. She also has her double ended solid gold trident back for now and she is so happy. She’ll be fighting for Hive City but will definitely stab anyone who gets in her way indiscriminately. 

{alt} You would casually hold out a foot to trip up whoever was running past you at the time. Making people’s lives difficult was something you did well and you were well on your way to doing that again. 

     >>lmao get wrecked

     >>oh wait shit wrong

     >>reaction there i meant

     >>whoops

        “-EY, YO! W) (AT T) (-E GLUB?!” She scowled before seeing who it was and slammed the concrete down onto the ground. “Shit, what the fuck? Thought you was cool, g? What gives? Don’t tail me I’mma have ta stab a motherglubber here ‘cause bitch, you ain’t sorry.” She picked up her golden trident, holding it at the ready.

        “What up, playa? Why the fuck would I think aboat puttin’ that carp in my mouth when I have perfectly good targets to hit? Oh, but yo, I got like a ton ‘a these boxes up here. You want one? Here.” She tossed down a box at him. Oh, wait, that was an empty one, her bad.

Free food was free food, after all. 

     >>nice shot

     >>can you toss me a slice

          Whoever said the city wasn’t big enough for two Meenahs obviously didn’t meet her. The empress wouldn’t mind tearing down the city right about now and with more and more of her troll people lurking about, it would be Alternia destruction reboot. You know, if she could make it work that is.

          What she didn’t expect, however, was meeting herself. Or rather, another version of herself. There she was, mini Meenah, standing before her (or below her?). A grin formed on her face as she squatted down a bit to see the little Empress face to face. 

        “) (OLY GLUBBIN’ MACK-ER-EL! You’re reely here? Glub! Damn, you is fine as shell. As glubbin’ amazing as Aranea was sayin’. Dis baiter ‘an all her dumb bass stories, fo’ shore. Shit, lemme braid your hair. Lemme do it! I got this shit on lock. Get all ‘a that in some tight bass lil’ braids.”

        She stared at him for a good, uncomfortable amount of time as though he was the stupidest person to ever exist. She didn’t move, she didn’t speak, she just stared at him with her white eyes. After she was done, she looked down at the popsicle and took it from him.

…

…

Ah, yes, you could practically feel yourself back in the flagship now, directing power. 

No, you were free from that. You were, right? That’s why you were here, to feel yourself free from those bonds…that have held you in place all that time. You’d been there so long that you’d almost forgot how to function as a troll, your mind becoming so attuned with the vessel that it literally became a part of you mentally along with physically. 

You snapped back to what could be perceived as reality, to see that she had approached. 

You couldn’t help the chill that ran down your spine. 

     “…What is it?” 

Your voice, it sounded…tired. There was something you’ve given up, but you didn’t realize just what it was yet. 

        “Uh, yo, what's up? You're all grown up Tuna, right?  But you ain't got no brain problems?”

So you actually said something, huh? Well, if you were physically able to, you’d laugh right in her face, but no. 

You were a simple speaker with no means to speak except with your hands, and occasionally…your mind. That worked differently now, too, as you recall. Interesting…interesting. At first, the only way you decide to reply to her is to put op your hands in a gesture of a shrug, but that would only tell so much. 

But do you decide to grace her with your sign language again? You simply give that dead eyed stare of yours his smile now the mildest of frowns. 

        “Yep, there it is. Whale, damn. An’ here I thought we was gonna have an actual conversation. Whodda fuckin’ thought! Shella mind blowing if you axe me.”

        She let out a sigh and crossed her arms under her chest. Tilting her head a bit, she glanced off to somewhere else. It was always awkward with this one. Why did it have to be this way?

“『Who said what now?』”

In that moment, he finally remembered why he’d chosen to come here. And it was at that very same moment that he realized.. He was a real masochist, wasn’t he? Turning to face the source of the voice, Kumagawa found his face being pierced by a somewhat sharp object, resulting in his body slumping down onto the floor in a bloody heap.

Well, he had no one to blame but himself. What was he even looking to gain from this? It seemed like a fun idea at the time. Okay, all his ideas seemed fun before they ended up backfiring. But no matter. As always, he’d just need to improvise.

What she has done, on the other hand… 

You watch her in complete silence, chewing on your lip with unease as your gaze darts away quickly. You flip your hood up once more, beginning to steer away from the high blood. 

        As he steered himself away she grabbed onto the edge of his hood and tugged it backwards.