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Ayyyy, it's done!

So, yeah, here's Maja in one of her usual outfits for both life on Iridekk and for hunting down contracted targets. She's got her own fashion sense mixed with functionality and design, so that much is evident (hopefully). Hangin' out in her home which is the wrecked pirate ship from her days of yore. She keeps that place close to her heart and stepping foot inside of it without her invitation will most likely yield extremely unpleasant results.

It's like hallowed ground. You do not step into her realm unless she allows you to. Or else u gon' b a ded man/woman/person/thing. Very ded.

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Ahahahah, also, I am sorry for the judges who asked these questions because the kind of responses that you got are very... not nice. At all.;

Maja isn't a nice person in the first place and it'd be out of character to downplay the kind of stuff she characteristically says under these circumstances. She is a bona fide Sass-master. I didn't nerf her Scottish accent, either. It's most easily read if you sound it out with a bit of a slur/liaison between words.

Again, I'm sorry for this, but you asked for it. .D.;

[WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE, THICK ACCENTS, AND NASTY CHARACTERS BELOW]

(If people have problems deciphering what Maja is saying, I can slap down the much more condensed 'murrican tl;dr version.)

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-Lyra: “Do you ever think there will be galactic peace? Why or why not?”

Maja blinked, eyes narrowing cynically as she leaned forward, sneering in an intimidatingly condescending way.

"Wha' kin'a stupid question is tha'? Is this tha' haverin' par' o' tha' contes' 'r somethin'? Askin' me things tha' don' have a sho' n' hell s' far's wha's fookin' possible." She spat with such venom that her tone could melt through a steel door in seconds. A moment passed of her shaking her head while keeping her searing gaze pinned to the judge, wagging a finger and rounding on her again.

"Oh, lass, lemme tell ya' somethin': tha' universe is full a' liars, biggots, 'n wankers whae'd sooner gouge yer brain ou' a' yer skull fer pocket change than bow doon 'n ge' alon' wi' ya'. "Peace" don' have a place ou' here 'n real life. "Peace" 'd mean tha' you'd either have ta' wipe erry cunt oot a' existence tha' don' fit in'a' yer warped version a' realiteh. Ya' either gank 'em r' ya' destroy whae they are by messin' wi' the' brains--yer' still killin' 'em an' yer still solvin' yer problem wi' violence. Which, o' course, don' e'sac'ly go han' 'n han' wi' 'peace'. Yer fookin' wi' tha' balance o' nature 'f yer tryin'a ge' wolves tae ea' grass 'nstead a' sheep. Tha'--Tha' is wha' starts wars. Nothin' bu' a bout a' "my god 's be'er than yer god" an "ah want wha' those people have, so 'm gonnae take i' from 'em".

"Peace cannae be s' lon's differin' opinions exis'. So far's people 're differen' an' they're individuals, there's gonnae be chaos. We live wi' tha' chaos--'s whae we are. Anybody tha' fe'ishizes harmony an' peace 're sick, twisted fuckers whae shoul' be destroyed 'n tha' mos' painful way possible. Although..." Her gaze suddenly lost some of that steely glow, quickly being replaced with an aloof cockiness as she crossed her arms and shifted her weight to her other leg, "I' also comes wi' boundless job opportuni'ies. 'F yer an' 'spirin' psychopath 'n dicta'or, ah'd be more 'n happy tae assassinate all a' yer enemies fer yer backward perception a' life an' spare yer oon neck. Fer a price, o' course."

-Croi: “What are your aspirations for the future?”

"Ahhhah... ah swear on me mum's grave tha' ye' dobbers cannae read." Maja scoffed, rolling her eyes as she sashayed her weight from one leg to the other. "Ah though' tha' was 'splained 'n tha bio ah go' submi'ed ages ago. Ye' people..."

She huffed, massaging her temples with her index fingers, squeezing her eyes shut so she could concentrate on not throwing punching the inquirer's face in and answer the question instead.

"Can ah even call ye' peop--a'righ', fer tha' secon' an' las' time: ah wanna be back on a real pirate crew. An' ah mean legitima' pirates. No' these dime a' dozen dafty, steamin' dunderheeds whae think a heist 's some'in ya' eat a' a tavern. Ah mean hones' tae God cannie scallywags tha' kill 'n steal fer thrills 'n coin. Ah wanna be a par' o' tha' ag'in. Ah miss tha' days win ah'd go oot 'n gib a couple a mingerin' fools fer tha' cap'in, git me cut, an' call i' a job well-doon.

"Ahf ah could fin' a crew ah got 'long wi' decen'ly, ah'd die happy."

-Blue: “If you had one million monies, what would you do with it?”

"Whuh? Are ye' 'ssumin' ah've never had tha' type o' coin b'foor'?" An eyebrow quirk over a completely done deadpan expression is what she fired back besides obviously losing interest in this 'game' as she started examining the back of her hand.

"Las' time ah had tha' much cash, ah spent i' on whiskey an' strippers. Ah partied fer four days wi' me crew. Ah still have nine pairs a' panties, three thongs, an' four bras tha' aren' mine. Ah keep 'em 'roun' fer nostalgia... an' fer decoration."

Her eyes snapped up again, glaring, "Don' ye' dare judge me. Ah've go' needs, too."

"Bu' ahf ah go' another chunk o' cash like tha', ah'd probableh spli' i' five ways 'n cram all a' yer shares doon yer dafty throa's fer bein' such pathetic squish bags. One lil' poke an' ye gush er'ry whar like a fookin' fountain a' stupid an' sappy..." She trailed off, muttering with extreme perturbation and predjudice.

-Aingeal: “What makes you happy?”

"You people 're a bunch a' bleedin' hearts, ah'll tell ya' tha'. All sooks 'n twallies shakin' 'n yer breeks like a bunch a' wee babes, ah swear on me mum..." She let out an extremely exhasperated sigh, eyes rolling back in her head like she was going mad for a moment. In all honesty, she was having a hell of a time keeping her cool and not throwing a fit or beating someone up. Every one of these successive questions was like nails on a chalkboard to her.

"Goddamn women, men, money, whiskey, an' knives 's wha' makes me happy."

Suddenly, she leaned forward and got uncomfortably close, eyes narrowed dangerously, sneering to show off her razor-sharp teeth, "An' ye' know wha' else ah'll add tae tha' list? ... "No' askin' me stupid thin's tha' make me wan' tae cuff ye' righ' 'n tha' fizzog", ye' fuds."

-Sen: “What is your favorite outfit so far? Why?”

"A' leas' some'n fin'lly asks me some'in relevan' tae tha' reason why ah'm even here 'n this competition." The amount of pure, unadulterated exhasperation she exhibited knew no bounds. She hissed through her teeth and finally cracked something that sort of, in the most roundabout way, resembled a smile. It was hard to tell, though, since she still looked pretty annoyed.

"Ah liked tha' gemstone ge'-up. Ah don' normally like rocks 'n glittereh ruffles bu' ah though' tha'd be a great outfi' tae kill some'n in. Tha' humiliation would be so real!" A low chuckle escaped her throat, "Ya'd be nothin' bu' a laughin' stock tae die tae some'in like tha'. An' ah'd be sure tae wri' i' on yer grave so ery'one tha' passed by would know ya' go' gibbed by a black bitch 'n shiny feathers an' pebbles. Ge' rekt."

-Anon: “If you had to do one very sweet act of kindness, what would you do?”

This earned another deadpan look of disappointment and disgust. Maja looked up, shaking her head as she shrugged and seemed to be trying to reason with some higher power or with herself so she wouldn't cut someone but then she seemed to suddenly snap out of it. She actually looked kind of thoughtful.

"Ya' know, one time ah was workin' under contract--some'n wan'ed ano'er guy deid 'n tha' mos' painful way possible. So ah caugh' 'im no problem an' ah was ge'in ready tae star' torturin' an' skinnin' an' dismemberin' 'im--tha' works--an' tha' bloody sad-sap kep' goin' on an' on 'bout 'is kids an' all a' 'is life asperations 'n shite--wouldn' shu' 'up ev'n though ah stuff'd a 'kerchief doon 'is throa'. Damn bastart swallow'd i'." She gave another laugh, grinning lopsidedly.

"Tha' idio' ate two a' me 'kerchiefs an' jus' kep' talkin'. Tol' me so much abou' 'is family tha' ah actu'lly wen' sof'. So ah snapped 'is neck 'nstea' an' carv'd 'im up afterword. Still go' paid wha' ah was promis'd, bu' ah skimp'd ou' on le'in' 'im die o' bloodloss 'n shite b'cause tha' lad made me feel a lil' bad abou' killin' 'im so slow. Well... tha' 'r ah jus' go' tired a' tha' noise. Ah can't remember..."

She crossed her arms over her chest, frowning, "So, 'f ah had tae be kind jus' once fer tha' pagean', ah guess ah wont gank tha knob 'r knobs tha' though' tha' askin' a bunch o' lame questions was a grea' fookin' idea fer tha' fourth roun' a' tha' contes'. How 'bou' tha' fer kindness? Now, ge' ou' a me face."

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The fury is real, brah.

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Music listened to for this session:
Murder Mitten by I See Stars
Violent Bounce (People Like You) by I See Stars
Endless Sky by I See Stars

Maja belongs to me

Art also belongs to me

Description
Ayyyy, it's done!

So, yeah, here's Maja in one of her usual outfits for both life on Iridekk and for hunting down contracted targets. She's got her own fashion sense mixed with functionality and design, so that much is evident (hopefully). Hangin' out in her home which is the wrecked pirate ship from her days of yore. She keeps that place close to her heart and stepping foot inside of it without her invitation will most likely yield extremely unpleasant results.

It's like hallowed ground. You do not step into her realm unless she allows you to. Or else u gon' b a ded man/woman/person/thing. Very ded.

------------

Ahahahah, also, I am sorry for the judges who asked these questions because the kind of responses that you got are very... not nice. At all.;

Maja isn't a nice person in the first place and it'd be out of character to downplay the kind of stuff she characteristically says under these circumstances. She is a bona fide Sass-master. I didn't nerf her Scottish accent, either. It's most easily read if you sound it out with a bit of a slur/liaison between words.

Again, I'm sorry for this, but you asked for it. .D.;

[WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE, THICK ACCENTS, AND NASTY CHARACTERS BELOW]

(If people have problems deciphering what Maja is saying, I can slap down the much more condensed 'murrican tl;dr version.)

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-Lyra: “Do you ever think there will be galactic peace? Why or why not?”

Maja blinked, eyes narrowing cynically as she leaned forward, sneering in an intimidatingly condescending way.

"Wha' kin'a stupid question is tha'? Is this tha' haverin' par' o' tha' contes' 'r somethin'? Askin' me things tha' don' have a sho' n' hell s' far's wha's fookin' possible." She spat with such venom that her tone could melt through a steel door in seconds. A moment passed of her shaking her head while keeping her searing gaze pinned to the judge, wagging a finger and rounding on her again.

"Oh, lass, lemme tell ya' somethin': tha' universe is full a' liars, biggots, 'n wankers whae'd sooner gouge yer brain ou' a' yer skull fer pocket change than bow doon 'n ge' alon' wi' ya'. "Peace" don' have a place ou' here 'n real life. "Peace" 'd mean tha' you'd either have ta' wipe erry cunt oot a' existence tha' don' fit in'a' yer warped version a' realiteh. Ya' either gank 'em r' ya' destroy whae they are by messin' wi' the' brains--yer' still killin' 'em an' yer still solvin' yer problem wi' violence. Which, o' course, don' e'sac'ly go han' 'n han' wi' 'peace'. Yer fookin' wi' tha' balance o' nature 'f yer tryin'a ge' wolves tae ea' grass 'nstead a' sheep. Tha'--Tha' is wha' starts wars. Nothin' bu' a bout a' "my god 's be'er than yer god" an "ah want wha' those people have, so 'm gonnae take i' from 'em".

"Peace cannae be s' lon's differin' opinions exis'. So far's people 're differen' an' they're individuals, there's gonnae be chaos. We live wi' tha' chaos--'s whae we are. Anybody tha' fe'ishizes harmony an' peace 're sick, twisted fuckers whae shoul' be destroyed 'n tha' mos' painful way possible. Although..." Her gaze suddenly lost some of that steely glow, quickly being replaced with an aloof cockiness as she crossed her arms and shifted her weight to her other leg, "I' also comes wi' boundless job opportuni'ies. 'F yer an' 'spirin' psychopath 'n dicta'or, ah'd be more 'n happy tae assassinate all a' yer enemies fer yer backward perception a' life an' spare yer oon neck. Fer a price, o' course."

-Croi: “What are your aspirations for the future?”

"Ahhhah... ah swear on me mum's grave tha' ye' dobbers cannae read." Maja scoffed, rolling her eyes as she sashayed her weight from one leg to the other. "Ah though' tha' was 'splained 'n tha bio ah go' submi'ed ages ago. Ye' people..."

She huffed, massaging her temples with her index fingers, squeezing her eyes shut so she could concentrate on not throwing punching the inquirer's face in and answer the question instead.

"Can ah even call ye' peop--a'righ', fer tha' secon' an' las' time: ah wanna be back on a real pirate crew. An' ah mean legitima' pirates. No' these dime a' dozen dafty, steamin' dunderheeds whae think a heist 's some'in ya' eat a' a tavern. Ah mean hones' tae God cannie scallywags tha' kill 'n steal fer thrills 'n coin. Ah wanna be a par' o' tha' ag'in. Ah miss tha' days win ah'd go oot 'n gib a couple a mingerin' fools fer tha' cap'in, git me cut, an' call i' a job well-doon.

"Ahf ah could fin' a crew ah got 'long wi' decen'ly, ah'd die happy."

-Blue: “If you had one million monies, what would you do with it?”

"Whuh? Are ye' 'ssumin' ah've never had tha' type o' coin b'foor'?" An eyebrow quirk over a completely done deadpan expression is what she fired back besides obviously losing interest in this 'game' as she started examining the back of her hand.

"Las' time ah had tha' much cash, ah spent i' on whiskey an' strippers. Ah partied fer four days wi' me crew. Ah still have nine pairs a' panties, three thongs, an' four bras tha' aren' mine. Ah keep 'em 'roun' fer nostalgia... an' fer decoration."

Her eyes snapped up again, glaring, "Don' ye' dare judge me. Ah've go' needs, too."

"Bu' ahf ah go' another chunk o' cash like tha', ah'd probableh spli' i' five ways 'n cram all a' yer shares doon yer dafty throa's fer bein' such pathetic squish bags. One lil' poke an' ye gush er'ry whar like a fookin' fountain a' stupid an' sappy..." She trailed off, muttering with extreme perturbation and predjudice.

-Aingeal: “What makes you happy?”

"You people 're a bunch a' bleedin' hearts, ah'll tell ya' tha'. All sooks 'n twallies shakin' 'n yer breeks like a bunch a' wee babes, ah swear on me mum..." She let out an extremely exhasperated sigh, eyes rolling back in her head like she was going mad for a moment. In all honesty, she was having a hell of a time keeping her cool and not throwing a fit or beating someone up. Every one of these successive questions was like nails on a chalkboard to her.

"Goddamn women, men, money, whiskey, an' knives 's wha' makes me happy."

Suddenly, she leaned forward and got uncomfortably close, eyes narrowed dangerously, sneering to show off her razor-sharp teeth, "An' ye' know wha' else ah'll add tae tha' list? ... "No' askin' me stupid thin's tha' make me wan' tae cuff ye' righ' 'n tha' fizzog", ye' fuds."

-Sen: “What is your favorite outfit so far? Why?”

"A' leas' some'n fin'lly asks me some'in relevan' tae tha' reason why ah'm even here 'n this competition." The amount of pure, unadulterated exhasperation she exhibited knew no bounds. She hissed through her teeth and finally cracked something that sort of, in the most roundabout way, resembled a smile. It was hard to tell, though, since she still looked pretty annoyed.

"Ah liked tha' gemstone ge'-up. Ah don' normally like rocks 'n glittereh ruffles bu' ah though' tha'd be a great outfi' tae kill some'n in. Tha' humiliation would be so real!" A low chuckle escaped her throat, "Ya'd be nothin' bu' a laughin' stock tae die tae some'in like tha'. An' ah'd be sure tae wri' i' on yer grave so ery'one tha' passed by would know ya' go' gibbed by a black bitch 'n shiny feathers an' pebbles. Ge' rekt."

-Anon: “If you had to do one very sweet act of kindness, what would you do?”

This earned another deadpan look of disappointment and disgust. Maja looked up, shaking her head as she shrugged and seemed to be trying to reason with some higher power or with herself so she wouldn't cut someone but then she seemed to suddenly snap out of it. She actually looked kind of thoughtful.

"Ya' know, one time ah was workin' under contract--some'n wan'ed ano'er guy deid 'n tha' mos' painful way possible. So ah caugh' 'im no problem an' ah was ge'in ready tae star' torturin' an' skinnin' an' dismemberin' 'im--tha' works--an' tha' bloody sad-sap kep' goin' on an' on 'bout 'is kids an' all a' 'is life asperations 'n shite--wouldn' shu' 'up ev'n though ah stuff'd a 'kerchief doon 'is throa'. Damn bastart swallow'd i'." She gave another laugh, grinning lopsidedly.

"Tha' idio' ate two a' me 'kerchiefs an' jus' kep' talkin'. Tol' me so much abou' 'is family tha' ah actu'lly wen' sof'. So ah snapped 'is neck 'nstea' an' carv'd 'im up afterword. Still go' paid wha' ah was promis'd, bu' ah skimp'd ou' on le'in' 'im die o' bloodloss 'n shite b'cause tha' lad made me feel a lil' bad abou' killin' 'im so slow. Well... tha' 'r ah jus' go' tired a' tha' noise. Ah can't remember..."

She crossed her arms over her chest, frowning, "So, 'f ah had tae be kind jus' once fer tha' pagean', ah guess ah wont gank tha knob 'r knobs tha' though' tha' askin' a bunch o' lame questions was a grea' fookin' idea fer tha' fourth roun' a' tha' contes'. How 'bou' tha' fer kindness? Now, ge' ou' a me face."

------------

The fury is real, brah.

-------------

Music listened to for this session:
Murder Mitten by I See Stars
Violent Bounce (People Like You) by I See Stars
Endless Sky by I See Stars

Maja belongs to me

Art also belongs to me