[ Have you ever seen a woman with green-gold armor like...attached and interwoven into to her skin? Maybe you have. Have you ever seen that woman run her claw-like fingernails across a computer terminal, half-hissing like a deranged but intrigued cockroach? ]
What a contraption. Ahh... [ tap, tap, a stretched smile across her veiny, sick-looking face ] What manner of research...? [ tap, tap, tap, screeeeech, she runs those claws along the terminal, creating an awful, high-pitched squeal--but she just grins, showing off the occasional gold tooth ]
Someone appreciates the most powerful person in the galaxy. The most powerful lady.
[ A hissing laugh. ]
Where, are you, dear admirer? Come on. I promise, I won't kill you...much.
[ So that's happening. ]
3 - Tenacity Spinning
[ Here it is, a recording of a much more disheveled Rita ripping a gold tooth from a homeless man's mouth. Here it is, a recording of Rita running her claw-like fingers along the chins of teenagers she's got tied to the side of a boat, hissing and smiling menacingly. Here it is, a recording of Rita raising her arms as a giant made entirely of molten gold stomps through a suburban street and people run screaming.
Here it is, Rita smiling serenely at her accomplishments. ]
Are we all getting to know each other now? I could do without the reminder of Zordon's little worms...but they'll get what's coming to them.
[ She doesn't. Care. Not even at the one of her getting backhanded into space by a janky-looking robot. Rita has no secrets. ]
5. Decades of Denial
[ The most exhausting thing of all of this is that Rita can't simply tear out everyone's throats from the get-go.
And now this... How annoying. She gives a dismissive laugh. ]
How does our lovely host expect anything to get done? [ A soft hum, as she plays with a piece of jewelry she's taken from... wait, that's not jewelry, that's a piece of one of those hovercars... Huh. ] We've a murderer in our midst. Oh dear. A shame. Surprise.
[ That hum turns into a giggle. ]
That Caliborn wasn't anything but a whiny little child anyway. No loss.
Rita Repulsa | Power Rangers 2017 | i have two icons but we're working with this
[ Have you ever seen a woman with green-gold armor like...attached and interwoven into to her skin? Maybe you have. Have you ever seen that woman run her claw-like fingernails across a computer terminal, half-hissing like a deranged but intrigued cockroach? ]
What a contraption. Ahh... [ tap, tap, a stretched smile across her veiny, sick-looking face ] What manner of research...? [ tap, tap, tap, screeeeech, she runs those claws along the terminal, creating an awful, high-pitched squeal--but she just grins, showing off the occasional gold tooth ]
Someone appreciates the most powerful person in the galaxy. The most powerful lady.
[ A hissing laugh. ]
Where, are you, dear admirer? Come on. I promise, I won't kill you...much.
[ So that's happening. ]
3 - Tenacity Spinning
[ Here it is, a recording of a much more disheveled Rita ripping a gold tooth from a homeless man's mouth. Here it is, a recording of Rita running her claw-like fingers along the chins of teenagers she's got tied to the side of a boat, hissing and smiling menacingly. Here it is, a recording of Rita raising her arms as a giant made entirely of molten gold stomps through a suburban street and people run screaming.
Here it is, Rita smiling serenely at her accomplishments. ]
Are we all getting to know each other now? I could do without the reminder of Zordon's little worms...but they'll get what's coming to them.
[ She doesn't. Care. Not even at the one of her getting backhanded into space by a janky-looking robot. Rita has no secrets. ]
5. Decades of Denial
[ The most exhausting thing of all of this is that Rita can't simply tear out everyone's throats from the get-go.
And now this... How annoying. She gives a dismissive laugh. ]
How does our lovely host expect anything to get done? [ A soft hum, as she plays with a piece of jewelry she's taken from... wait, that's not jewelry, that's a piece of one of those hovercars... Huh. ] We've a murderer in our midst. Oh dear. A shame. Surprise.
[ That hum turns into a giggle. ]
That Caliborn wasn't anything but a whiny little child anyway. No loss.
[ fuckin rip homestuck ]
6. Wild Card
[ hit me up for anything ]