#eduplicate

She uses a variety of weapons. Her only real mainstays are her arm a very nice stub automatic. Outside of that she just rummages through the shelves and boxes in her room and grabs whatever before a mission.

Poached on a muffin with bacon and hollandaise sauce. Ideally.

Although, I am a long way from an ideal situation.

Poached is still good, though!

Boiled tae aw fuck 'en packed in link meat an' breed crumbs an' fried in proper lard. That's a drook eeg fur ye.

OH! oh! Boiled for six minutes and served with soldiers!

Soldiers.

You know! Little fingers of buttered bread that you can dip in the egg with lots of salt and pepper.

Soldiers.

Raw’s good. Get what you need then get back at it!

In an omelette. With lots of ham, pepper and onions.

Hen fruit? Devil that mess.

In a whisky sour.

I perceive less colours than proper humans. Rather, I perceive them differently. I can recognise yellow, orange, blue, violet and green from gray shades. But...my overall ability to recognise colour is less than that of the divine human eyes forged in his image.

Fairly scary in her own way. It’s not something you see that often. She puts in a bite block before hand so she doesn’t really talk or do any battle cries, but she’s constantly makes a ragged, almost wheezy hissing noise. 

Her eyes go bloodshot and due to her ana..ansca...?

Anisocoria.

Due to her anisocoria, only one of her pupils contracts, which makes the permanently dilated one even more obvious.

Because of the bite block she also starts salivating

She starts using her whip arm with wild abandon because she can no longer feel the pain that kicks in after she uses it five times in a row and begins draining her electrolytes.

Suffice to say, when it wears off she looks absolutely terrible.

Seems like logically, it’d give her the mother off all hangovers.

I think it probably does, but she’s not much of a complainer.

Oh man! I’ll let Branz tell this story!

In the event we are unable to stay near each other after we switch, I tend to confine Boone to my quarters. Both to keep her out of trouble and as a form of reprimand. As best as I can tell she has never done anything whilst in my body that I would not to myself.

[private log]

Not that I hadn’t thought about it, obviously. But there’s no warning as to when your minds will switch back. I didn’t want to have to try and explain my way out of anything.

I have occasionally returned to my own body to find parts of me that were sore that earlier were not. But I’ve since had that explained to me.