BulletBeauty

(A gorgues lady... Wearing...hair? And Wields Four Guns, two on her heels Suddenly lands on the ship after a battle In the sky)

Well, that was one hell of a fight. It was... Something But it happens Daily so why Should i be suprised.

(She looks around, Hands On her hips)

Now... It seems Like i've Landed On a ship of some Sorts.

I wonder If This Ship can Handle Such a lady.

@askbayonetta

[The ship rattles when she lands,as Gasharpoon looks up from the wheel at the woman.]

(She Turns Her Head over her Shoulder)

Ah,

(She Turns Around)

(She tilts her head, flicking a lock of hair, then glances down at her heel guns before bringing her gaze back up.)

Now, I don’t mean to sound presumptuous but I have a rather important question. Does this ship come with refreshments, or should I just bust a cap in yo’ ass while we wait?

(She chuckles softly.)

(A gorgues lady... Wearing...hair? And Wields Four Guns, two on her heels Suddenly lands on the ship after a battle In the sky)

Well, that was one hell of a fight. It was... Something But it happens Daily so why Should i be suprised.

(She looks around, Hands On her hips)

Now... It seems Like i've Landed On a ship of some Sorts.

I wonder If This Ship can Handle Such a lady.

@askbayonetta

[The ship rattles when she lands,as Gasharpoon looks up from the wheel at the woman.]

(She Turns Her Head over her Shoulder)

Ah,

(She Turns Around)

There You are.

Apollo is it?

@bayonettaaskblog

(Tagging @theworldsgreatestgambler too just incase...)

> [ Okay startled is an understatement. He scrambles back a bit, prosthetic clutching at his chest. ]

stArs you scared- m,e ,

Im here Because of you.

(She tilts her head, Softly smirking)

Your name came with a request. A favor. One I don't take lightly.

(She lowers herself just slightly, eye-level with Apollo,)

I’m here because someone asked me to save you. Normally I don't Play saviour But Considering The situation you're all in, its an exception.

(She Lends out her Gloved hand while the other is on her hip, steady and certain.)

Well, this certainly isn’t Rodin’s bar… unless he’s gone rustic chic on me.

(she pauses, hears birds chirping)

Great. Trees, bugs, and not a single cocktail in sight. Someone's getting an earful when I find out who botched that teleport.

(She Flips her hair)

Still, I suppose a little stroll through the woods could be... entertaining.

- @bayonettaaskblog

"O kay wha at the fuck."

[*Pawn skitters to the shadows, hes NOT gonna mess with a gun again. They seem to be proven effective on him. So for now he watches from the shadows.. Wow... Shes definitely NOT FROM HERE! Should they be worried? People definitely arent supposed to get in here right?*]

Oh? Someone’s shy... how adorable.

(She Takes out her guns from her hair)

You’ve got two options, sweetheart. Come out and say hello, or keep skittering like a cockroach and pray I don’t get bored.

(She walks forward confidently)

"TOU UGH LUCK! ya go ot guns! N I go ot a li fe!"

[*Pawn, although reluctantly, nervously rises from the shadow with their hands above their head*]

if I wanted you dead, you’d already be redecorating these trees in crimson.

(steps closer, circling around him like a cat with a cornered mouse)

But lucky for you, I’m in a chatty mood.

(She smirks)

Okay-"

[*Pawn lowers his hands slightly, turning their body to follow her movements.*]

"Thi is is.. The ho oly land. Made b by m'lord."

// you're dealing with religious psychosis here, their words are not the truth! Maybe his truth, but not reality

Oh, sweetie… ‘holy land,’ ‘m’lord,’ ‘monster’ you’re practically begging for an exorcism.

(she twirls a gun on her finger effortlessly)

Tell your lord he’ll need more than cryptic muttering and devout desperation to impress me. I’ve danced with gods and devils before breakfast.

(She stops twirling, steps closer)

[*Pawn frowns. . . Leaning away from her slightly and taking a step back. They do not like these threats. They also do not like how effective they are.*]

"Aaha ah.. Ri ight... Theres-onlyonegodbutok"

// yikes, he's in it deep.

Oh, don’t worry. You’re far too entertaining for an exorcism... yet.

(leans in ever so slightly, eyes gleaming with amusement)

But really, ‘only one god’? Sweetie, I’ve killed enough ‘divine’ blowhards to know that line's as flimsy as your spine right now.

(She Turns her back against him)

And if this is what passes for paradise in your lord’s grand design… he might want to fire his interior decorator.

(glances back over her shoulder, smirking)

Tsk, tsk... Such a nasty tone for someone who’s shaking in his little boots.

(she starts walking towards him)

You see, dear, I don’t need you to give me anything.

(stops just out of his reach)

I take what I want.

(She Picks him up On his collar and Points Her gun at him.)

But since I’m in a generous mood…

(She lets him go)

Oh, now you’re growling. How precious.

(She leans in.)

So your almighty ‘lord’ isn’t protecting you… He’s caging you. And you call that divinity?

(She straightens up, spinning her gun lazily)

Darling, I’ve met demons with better manners and angels with more spine.

(she takes a slow, deliberate step forward)

If no one leaves, then it’s time someone broke the rules. And lucky for you, I’ve never been one for playing nice with jailers.

(She pauses, tilting her head with mock sweetness)

[*He huffs, it felt like she was just TRYING to humiliate him.*]

"I a am a se rve nt to the lo ord n'no othin else. Ye er wasti in yer time."

[*They waved their hand dismissively*]

Oh, Sweetie, you really don’t like being reminded you’re on a leash, do you?

(She twirls a gun)

Calling it ‘the Lord’ doesn’t make it less of a monster. You may be content to kneel, but I don’t kneel for anyone.

(She takes another step forward)

You say I’m wasting my time?

(smirks)

No, sweetheart. You’re wasting yours, hiding behind delusions and calling it faith.

(She lowers her gun slightly, eyes narrowing)

Let it come. I’d love to see how your ‘it’ handles something that doesn’t flinch when it growls.

(With just a finger click She Summons a wicked Weave to hold Him In Place)

Better?

(She scoffs)

gilded cage is still a cage no matter how shiny the bars are.

(She places a hand on her hips)

Just because something changes you doesn’t mean it’s divine. Parasites do that too. And I don’t see any freedom on you… it just makes you more like a foolish prisoner.

(She leans in slightly.)

"GO AHE EAD AND TRY! I ALR EADY DID THA AT PART ON M MY O WN."

[*Pawn slams his fist into the glass again, something in his face darkens.*]

don't mistake my mercy for patience.

(She crouches just slightly, leveling her gaze with his through the glass, her voice dripping with a dark mockery.)

You scream about cages like you're proud to rattle the bars. But you're not a prophet. You're a prisoner preaching to the locks.

(She stands, exhaling slowly.)

No exit? Then I’ll make one.

(Her left eye Glows red, and With a Just a click, she Summons a portal Back From Her World)

(She Smirks)

And as You were saying i "can't escape"?,

Y'know i don't really use this Power That Much, infact i only see this Power as a powerup for such a strong lady like me.

(She tilts her head with a smirk, one hand still casually twirling her pistol.)

You boys always think you're playing chess never realizing you're just a piece.

(She walks closer to the glass, the portal flickering ominously behind her.)

Power doesn't come from sulking in a cell or screaming into the void or any of those nonsense. It comes from knowing which strings to pull and having the the will to walk over anyone in your way.

(She flicks her wrist, the portal humming louder.)

"Da amn you."

[*They know now theyre not getting out of here, he turns away and thinks back to what he told Elliot. He'll find a way out of here. This had to be that moment.*]

You’re not wrong about one thing.

(She steps closer to the glass, her heels clicking like punctuation, and crouches to meet his eye level.)

This is hell. And believe me, I've danced with devils who’d flinch and won't at your kind of guilt.

(Her voice dips, soft but sharp, laced with bitter humor.)

You think martyrdom buys forgiveness? That just because you meant to help, you get a free pass?

(She sighs, then unexpectedly leans back, arms crossing loosely.)

But...

(A beat passes. Her tone changes measured, almost contemplative.)

You didn’t beg. You didn’t lie. And you remembered the ones who deserved to be saved before yourself.

(She stands again.)

...So maybe, just maybe you’re not beyond redemption.

(Smirk returning, she turns away slightly.)

[*His shoulders dropped, and he nodded. They had a lot of questions but the most important one was answered.*]

(She Sighs and closes her eyes)

(She opens Her eyes And activates the left eye of the world her left pupil turning Red.)

Now Then. Off To Where Apollo Is.