Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26104528-20151119222634

(At the rate this is sort of going, I wonder if we can just re-name this RP "Everybody hates Stella", then interlace it somehow with an older version of her giving snarky commentary :P)

As the destral girl talked, Estellia's face shifted from her usual jovial grin to the bitch face that only Stahlfritz could force on her whenever he:


 * left the toilet seat down


 * forgot to turn on the fume hood when it was his turn to cook


 * let the empty bottles in his room reach the double digits

"Join the club sis." she elbowed the miniprojector and it began portraying a variety of news reports, mostly around the controversey of Flagg possessing a lot of paramilitary strength, even for a defense contractor. A few discussing the eliminator Program as monetized huntsman or worse also ran along the sides. Photos from luddites protesting against Flagg's work into cybernetics and humanoid augmentation interlaced the news feed. The most entertaining had to be the constant debates over whether or not cybernetics eat your soul and therefore weaken your aura. (Obviously, that claim was as real as a three-dollar bill.)

As a faunus-run company, people were already biased against Flagg Institute anyway; but heck, they practiced all the ethics they needed to and had a customer base who could see things objectively.

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While that was going on Honara was chanting "catfight, catfight, catfight!" to herself while putting her glasses away and subtely tapping Azzie's leg with hers to get his attention while she started tying up her hair in the same way she always did right before a fight. Calmly of course, to keep moods down. Nicclo's folks should already be on watching the outside; they just had to worry about the inside.