My OC Thrash :P// She's your typical mean bitch 90% of the time

Everest: Oh hey thrash.....!
Clear: *cough* simp *cough*

Thrash: Hi Everest!
*looks at Clear, glaring slightly*

Clear: What? *she glares back*
Everest: This is why we cant have nice things, Clear.
Clear: Not my fault.

Thrash: *laughs lightly and tries to ease up a little around Everest*

*Everest smiles blushing a small amount of cyan*

Thrash: *clears her throat and blushes very lightly*
So how's things for you, Everest?

Thrash: And also Clear- How in the hell would you know that I'd simp for her??

Veige: "Oh, hey there! New here? I am too. Kinda."
[]Mad art skills btw, she looks pretty good![]

(Eh, it's alright, thanks tho XD)
Thrash: Yeah, decently new here, I know a few other people tho. Who are you?

[Veige held out her paw, giving a confident grin.] "My names Veige Okara, you?"

Thrash: *hesitantly takes it and shakes paws* Thrash Stasevich.

[As Veige shook Thrashes paw, she seemed to muse over the name.] "Neat."

Thrash: *chuckles* Yes, it's Russian. I am mostly Russian in fact- But not a communist

"I'm mostly American," [Veige said with a small laugh,] "You know, the racist and elitist county with a lotta dumb people."

Thrash: Ah, I see- *laughs lightly*

[Veige made a jazz-hands-like gesture before continuing melodramatically,] "But, ya know, a m a r i c a."

Thrash: It's hard not to. *smiles for about the 6th time in her life*

[Nodding in agreement, Veige leaned back onto the ground, chucking a little.] "Yeah, I can attest. Also-" [Veige blinked and suddenly shut up, looking at the sky.]

Thrash: *chuckles lightly* Not a lot of people have seen my smile, so you're one of the first

[Veige clapped a little, grinning.] "I have beaten the odds."

Thrash: *looks over at them and chuckles* Armature, I've stayed in the same position for 8 hours before in basic training

"I'd be frozen in that position forever," [Veige stood up, looking up at the sky, closing her eyes before sitting down again.] "I get stiff often unless I'm in a plush chair or somethin."

Thrash: *twitched her ear and looked and Veige* Hm?

[Veige looked around like she was trying to ignore what happened a few seconds ago.] "I'm warning you If I say what I was gonna say earlier, it would make this conversation incredibly awkward. Just sayin."

Thrash: *chuckles lightly* United National Space Command-
Halo shit, I fought the Elites and shit like that

[Veige clapped as if she knew the answer.] "You did some MASS EFFECT SHIT right there! For me, I just made a ship and ran with it, but Space Command," [Veige laughed again,] "That's real galactic stuff there. Aliens and stuff. Like Xenomorphs. But I like Xenomorphs, they're cute. Please don't tell me ya had to kill a Xenomorph."

Thrash: *clearly interested* That's really cool... all I've done is just learned combat skills to sum it up

[Veige blinked, looking at Thrash's scars.] "I know how to fight, like a little. It's probably not Space command level, but I can always use fancy claws, lightning powers, desperate kickin, whatever."

Thrash: *looks away slightly embarrassed since she's not used to making friends*

[Veige looked at Thrash again.] "You okay?"

Thrash: *nods* Thanks, it wasn't the best day of my life

"Sounds like it," [Veige murmured, stretching from sitting too long.]

Thrash: *nods* I think so

"Sometimes I get to fix big and important, like ships and stuff," [Veige looked down at her paws like she was reminiscing,] "But I prefer stuff like helping out cyborgs and robots. Ya know cause I'm a softie or whatever."

Thrash: *looks towards them with her ears slightly perked* Wow, fascinating!

[Veige grinned again, somewhat proud.] "Ya think so?"

Thrash: *slightly flustered* Uh, thanks?

"No problemo," [Veige muttered quickly.]

Thrash: *shakes her head* No, just grunts, elites, A lot of brutes, and a few hunters. God it was hard-

"No pain no gain," [Veige guessed,] "or that might just be toxic posivity. Probably the latter."

Thrash: Makes sense-

"It does, doesn't it?" [Veige mused like she was thinking.]

Thrash: *shrugs* Eh, not really, just worked as a Lieutenant in the UNSC force for a few years

"UNSC?" [Repeated an interested Veige,] "Those are the... the... uh, United Nations somethin." [Veige seemed to be racking her brain for the right organization.] "Sorry, I kinda just remember the basic stuff like the Seals and the Marines."

Thrash: *raises eyebrow* What is your job?

"Well," [Veige made a shrug and gave an awkward half-smile] "it's not a 𝘫𝘰𝘣 per see, but more like a hobby that can pay the bills. I'm a mechanic of almost everything. I do know about how to deal with injuries, but that's with a medkit, otherwise...improvise."

Thrash: *looks at her and shrugs* I've been in serious awkward situations, throw whatever ya got at me

"Well," [Veige looked up at the sky again.] "You have a nice smile," [Veige eventually said.]

Thrash: *rolls eyes and laughs lightly* I guess you have

[Veige made the jazz paws gesture again.] "Yay me."

Thrash: Damn right about that, got so many f**king scars from it, surprised you haven't noticed

[Veige did another double-take, somewhat noticing some of the scars.] "...I kinda don't notice some stuff, ya know? Kinda ironic if ya knew my job."

Thrash: *looks away and clears her throat* Yes, but it's technically classified

[Though Veige wanted to ask a question or two about the mission, she simply nodded her head in understanding.] "Yeah, lock n' key."

Thrash: *nods*

"Yeah," [Veige agreed.] "So anyway, what about you? I'm sure your interestin too."

Thrash: Yes- *nods at her* But it's quite a tragedy of what happened. *her ear twitches*

[Veige looked sympathetic, patting Thrash on her back.] "Whatever happened, I sorry it happened."

Thrash: *nods and barely smiles again* Yay you

[Veige smiled and shrugged again.] "Victory."

Thrash: *nodded and has a very distant flashback* I recall a time when desperate kicking was need

[Veige noticed the distant gaze in Thrash's eyes, but she said nothing.] "Somethin happen durrin a mission?"

ThrashL *sighs and nods* Yep

[Veige looked somewhat skeptical.] "Sure?"

**Thrash:

Thrash: *clears her throat* Mhm..