𝒫𝐼𝒳𝐸𝐿 𝒫𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒞𝐸𝒮𝒮

{🔪} This place is a nightmare. There’s no sun, the sky is red, there’s like at Least a hundred corpses in this area alone.

So obviously Giffany feels right at home. Reminds her of that one time with the... triangle, or whatever. She didn’t pay that whole deal much mind, with a screen between her and it, but now- now, she’s outside, she’s in the madness, and she’s... well, she’s kinda just been wandering around and hitting bodies with whatever neat weapons she can find.

But eventually that gets boring, since they aren’t like, y’know. fighting back, or crying out in pain, so she actually takes the time to look around - at which point she spots one of them standing up. Some kind of... weird little jester?

{🔪} "That sounds... weirdly complicated? I mean there's already other me's, cause there's versions of the game with the me before I got my AI, but... I dunno how they'd help."

{🎮} Today has just been so... off. For starters, Giffany could barely remember her day up until now - just... waking up at home, walking to school, and then everything was a total blur up until club began. And no one had actually shown up to her club, either - she remembered it being a fairly busy club most days, but... no one was here, and nobody had sent even a single sick note or anything.

Obviously a club isn’t much of a club with no members, so... Giffany only sits around for so long before packing everything up and heading out. Might as well see if any of the other clubs are doing anything, right?

But every other clubroom is empty, and Giffany only feels more and more confused until- a flash of purple as she hurries past a clubroom, only to turn on her heel and head right back, sliding the door open maybe a little aggressively to make sure there’s a real, actual person in there.

And then she just. stands there awkwardly, for a brief moment, staring at the very real, actual person.

Now, Hank was never the mentoring type. The kind of violence he experienced wasn’t usually the kind of thing that could be taught, only born with and expressed later down the line. But Giffany here, she seemed to have the knack for it, if her excitement spoke to anything. Stepping back (if only to keep his clothes from getting any dirtier), Hank glanced from Giffany to his surroundings once more.

“There’s plenty of buildings full of agents. Perfect target practice. C’mon.”

Starting to walk, the assassin held out his pistol in a brief demonstration of how to hold it properly, and then passed it to the girl. This would definitely make for an interesting relationship, a cutesy schoolgirl and Nevada’s most wanted criminal going on killing sprees together.

“Be warned, I’m pretty badly wanted around here. Things will escalate quickly.”

{🔪} To be fair, Giffany wasn’t usually the learning type, but given the circumstances, she’s willing to learn. Violence is kind of her favorite thing, next to collecting cute plushies.

The gun (after a brief moment of hesitation and sparkly anime eyes) is taken, as Giffany gets a feel for holding it like Hank was - fits quite nicely in the hand, though... heavier than she’d expected. Only has her more excited to fire this at people.

Doing his usual patrol around Nevada, eyes open for that damned clown or any of the agency fodder, Hank hadn’t at all been expecting to see a glimmering pink anime girl. She stood out like a light bulb in a dark room, both metaphorically and literally with how sparkly she was. Frowning to himself as his eyes adjusted to such a cutesy and out of place character, Hank had approached.

Seeing the girl covered in blood and pieces of another nameless grunt, Hank was hardly phased. Giving a light shrug of his shoulders, the assassin idly twirled his knife between his fingers. Hell, if he spotted another grunt sometime soon he’d give this chick a demonstration on how to really make their malleable little bodies last.

“…Mm. Took out the vitals too quickly. They’ll never last long if you keep that up.”

The Nevadian spoke, as if he was simply critiquing one’s schoolwork or practical assessment, and not discussing the intricacies of torturing a living being.

“Get carried away all you want, girl. Not like murder is anything out of the ordinary.”

{🔪} “Wh- really??” She approaches with all the excitement of a (slightly less bloodsoaked) schoolgirl, swinging the body parts in her hands around, ignoring the splashes of blood. Nobody ever encouraged Giffany’s violent tendencies - most of the time people tried to stop her, and... y’know, kill her that one time.

“This place is so cool... Can- can you show me how?? I only used to be able to zap people, so being able to use my hands is so different... a-and those gun things- I saw someone with those, I wanna try that too!!” The third dimension is way more diverse in its violence, especially when you’re in the same third dimension as whoever it is you’re trying to kill.

{🔪} Obviously a bright pink anime girl is gonna stand out like a sore thumb pretty much anywhere, but in Nevada it’s less a sore thumb, and more like the thumb was pulled off, and stomped on a hundred times.

Which, coincidentally, is just about what Giffany is doing! These weird little grey things are Very maleable. Good for pulling apart, judging by the mess that was actually like that when she found it.

She doesn’t even notice anyone’s there with her until she turns around, the body of a grunt in one hand, and the head in the other.

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