#she goes from 'my beloved void' to 'fuck these ants' too quickskfjg

[cosmichalo]

🐜—continued.

Examining chewed-through wires, sparks spilling from them as the whir of machinery hiccups in intervals, the ultrahuman can only nod. "A majority of the laboratory will need extensive renovations," leading towards another shaft at the far reaches of Deep Colosseum, perfectly cylindrical in outline—clearly, not made in the haste or similar vein as the other tunnels dotting these murky depths below The Under.

Already occupying the furthest place beneath the roaring desert sands, Magdelena had long set her sights for lower. What with The Under's reopening—a project she'd (begrudgingly there at first) dedicated blood, sweat, and bolts to—the need to move her place of operations out of this once-prominent arena seems more time sensitive than ever.

Lovingly, she stares into that black abyss, the sounds of L-S and Hitchcock exterminating the colonies remaining in parallel tunnels reverberating upwards. "It would be what many call 'miraculous' that construction on the Abyssal Laboratory has not been halted due to these recent... inconveniences." She means both the influx of insects, as much as she does the people above.

Her head whips, irises dilating before blooming in vivid red colors as her sensors detect movement. "Elisabetta–" Not another word is needed. Snarling from somewhere unseen, the scraping of sharp claws against concrete creates suspense as heavy thuds thunder in closer; the Silvally lunges, iron jaws extending and crunching down upon the lone ant that had scurried into view.

Wrong place, wrong time.

"Do away with them, please." Exasperated in tone, Magdelena moves from the side of the shaft, her eyes soon becoming their neutral, purple hue once again. Elisabetta needs not another command—trotting with her tail-fin waving, the Synthetic Pokemon lurches back and hurls the Durant, jaws releasing them right into the vortex. Sparkling electricity dissipates their form, in a matter of seconds.

Reclining against a wall, the loudest of sighs escapes the woman at last, while her companion comes over for a scratch beneath the chin. "Could they have chosen a more inopportune time—here, amid the season our colosseum circuit reaches peak activity?"

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