And the first moths of summer... Suicidal came~ Oh, suicidal came...!
[Despite her duties as a supervisor, Mari spends a lot of her free time... uh. Entertaining herself. There's a lot of down time in life, really, but it can only be called wasted time if you let it go to waste.
Which in this particular case means sitting atop an inoperative ride, aiming a metal sidearm at passers-by and singing to herself.
She trains her sights on a member of the makeup crew, following her target for a moment before swapping to a bouncer. Then she swaps to someone else.]
And we soared on powdered wings Circling our tomorrows...!
[Bingo.
There's no hesitation. She pulls the trigger, and the relatively peaceful Carnival atmosphere is broken by a loud report. But fear not: there's no bullet. There's no blank round in the cartridge, either.
No, this gun...
This gun shoots eyeballs.
You just got shot between the eyes with an eye. Har har.]
Bullseye!
[Pun intended.]
Will-o-Wisps
[You'd think that four arms and over 30 eyes would give the Nightrider some kind of an edge in catching a glowing ball of light, but to be honest, when it comes to physical challenges, she likes to be able to hold a thing, to touch it and feel it. Which is why she's stalking one but not touching it. Yet. She smiles, though--a wide, close-mouthed predatory smile.]
Ooh, you're tricky!
[It bobbles in the shadow, looping erratically towards the sky before dropping suddenly near the ground.]
... herding light, huh? If I didn't know better, I'd say she was doing this on purpose...
Mari Makinami Illustrious -> Evangelion -> Veteran
And the first moths of summer...
Suicidal came~
Oh, suicidal came...!
[Despite her duties as a supervisor, Mari spends a lot of her free time... uh. Entertaining herself. There's a lot of down time in life, really, but it can only be called wasted time if you let it go to waste.
Which in this particular case means sitting atop an inoperative ride, aiming a metal sidearm at passers-by and singing to herself.
She trains her sights on a member of the makeup crew, following her target for a moment before swapping to a bouncer. Then she swaps to someone else.]
And we soared on powdered wings
Circling our tomorrows...!
[Bingo.
There's no hesitation. She pulls the trigger, and the relatively peaceful Carnival atmosphere is broken by a loud report. But fear not: there's no bullet. There's no blank round in the cartridge, either.
No, this gun...
This gun shoots eyeballs.
You just got shot between the eyes with an eye. Har har.]
Bullseye!
[Pun intended.]
Will-o-Wisps
[You'd think that four arms and over 30 eyes would give the Nightrider some kind of an edge in catching a glowing ball of light, but to be honest, when it comes to physical challenges, she likes to be able to hold a thing, to touch it and feel it. Which is why she's stalking one but not touching it. Yet. She smiles, though--a wide, close-mouthed predatory smile.]
Ooh, you're tricky!
[It bobbles in the shadow, looping erratically towards the sky before dropping suddenly near the ground.]
... herding light, huh? If I didn't know better, I'd say she was doing this on purpose...
[Her expression grows serious.]
.... well. Here goes nothing.
Wildcard
[I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't give you one!]