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- Extreme Fantasy, Romance etc.
With morning's appearance, sunlight brought relief from the harsh grip of winter's cold dark night. Cooped up still within the somewhat cramped confines of the generator room, Medusa hummed a peculiar tune privately, out of sync with the hum of the nearby machines. With her fingers pressed firmly against the earplugs supplied to her, she swayed back and forth in moderate irritation as the long hours of night had crawled by without so much as a wink of sleep. Irritability at the same level as the previous day, her face betrayed a scowl underneath the closed eyes and merry singing.
Unaware of this, but on guard the soldier who had entered unannounced was slightly startled at the sharp glance Medusa paid him as he was just about to interrupt her meditation. Hesitant for a moment as his room for introduction or otherwise greeting was dismissed and unwanted, he motioned toward the steaming cup in hand. With a glance toward its contents, Medusa with grace, but without a hint of gratitude took it and placed it upon the boxes where she sat. Before returning once more to her trance like state.
"Heh... fitting. A military dog has many uses. Wouldn't you agree Nick?" The statement followed a wry smile. With dead eyes, Medusa stared at the Captain as if she were a pet boasting its bag of tricks. Never one to catch a break at any moment, Nick summoned his best familiar merry smile and offered a pacifying rebuttal.
”Now, now... Come Medusa. Are we not all dogs of the state?"
But doing little to serve him or the Captain, by playing the diplomat, he merely received a cold glare for his trouble. Taking it in stride however, he motioned Medusa forward toward the Jeep and thanked that what the Captain had to say was more or less ever more polite than what she really thought.
”Shall we be on our way?"
For the duration of the "tracking" Medusa followed close on the Captain's tail. Decked out in her thermal gear, she was no longer the immobile igloo of cloth upon their first meeting. Whether it was the new clothes or the approaching duty of catching the escaped Project Grimm subjects, it Medusa's grand disinterest was very apparent. Staring blankly at the Captain as she made to inspect the campsite, prints, foliage, and the general grounds of the area. She was very much glad when they were done with the matter, and that the good Captain would hurry up with her task. Saying nothing, but what she could with eye and general demeanor. she was not far behind Juniper as they all loaded back up in the Jeep.
”A right here?... Okay... And if they come peacefully, I will see to it they are unharmed. You have my word."
As the escapees came within sight and the Captain issued her orders over the microphone, it would be slightly difficult to capture how exactly Medusa was taking things. As the .50 boomed overhead and the microphone echoed, the Jeep came to a subtle halt as her two companions chose to do things civilly. Staring at the two men from her seat as they reacted to their abrupt disturbance, her face slowly changed from a bored expressionless blank canvas to a sinister smirk. Underneath the roar of the Captain's cannon and Nick's suggestions, a soft whispering came to inhabit her ears and mind. Muttering to herself in a reassuring manner, a light chuckle soon broke out signally a shift in personality.
"Heeheehee... Hahaha... Shhhhhh... they're here... that's right... they aren't far. Just a bit further."
Turning to her companions, without word, and with only a twisted grin plastered to her face. Medusa's body would abruptly unravel into a web of snakes. Vipers, Boas, and more species than one would care to know scattered throughout the Jeep overrunning the seats, floorboards, and outer doors. In a bid to force its occupants to flee, Nick was the first to react. Managing to draw his katana in the small space of the driver's side and slicing at the wall of snakes directed his way. Hopping out of the vehicle, he would be unharmed but likely very unsettled or upset.
What would be the response of the Captain was for her to worry about as several Boa made to coil around her legs alongside the pedals and steering wheel. With a lurch, the vehicle would start forward on a collision course with the two Hunters in the distance. It's occupants being only the mass that was once Medusa and anyone unfortunate enough to remain within.