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❝ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸 ❞ female • compleat • btd 6 • tags: reagan, sundowner, charlie
Adora could smell the warm, wet air; it sang to the part of her that was still biological, calling her back to a time before she was part of the whole. To a hot, humid jungle from which her kind had arisen. The primate priestess, crimson cape quickly stilling as the air stagnated around her, surveyed the nearby area with glowing red eyes. It was quite quiet. Not that that meant there weren't any inhabitants, of course - that which was not immediately apparent was not always absent. Despite the familiarity of her environment, it was unlikely any creatures like her were here. Most of the worlds the Phyrexians had absorbed seemed to have been filled with things like the 'Charlie' creature, or what it had been once. They looked in many ways like Adora's own kind, but with their hairless bodies and fine, pointed features they remained at the same time quite alien to her. Not to mention their long, stiff limbs which moved in a rigid and awkward way. They were quite ugly, she thought. All the more ripe for compleation, then.
The group that had just entered was, on the surface, quite the ragtag team. Physicality-wise, they could not have been more different. Adora was the smallest of them, miniscule in stature compared to Sundowner and even moreso compared to the staggering might of Reagan fused with her mech. Her power was not in physical might, and indeed the conquering Phyrexian forces might have considered her entire race mere feed for the machine, but they had witness firsthand that despite appearing small and primitive, they had powerful combat technologies - as well as magic - at their disposal. Adora was one of the ones they had found particularly powerful, and therefore particularly valuable.
The differences among the seed-maniple did not matter that much, though; the Phyrexians were all part of the same whole, despite their differing visions of perfection. "Quite pedestrian." Remarked Adora, in the voice of a mature, dignified woman, strangely distorted by an inscrutable echo. Scouting missions like this were not her typical fare. "Nevertheless, what must be done shall be done." If it was her task, it was her task. The whole did not act without reason. Perhaps it would be more interesting than it sounded.