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α΄€ κœ±α΄›Κ€α΄€Ι΄Ι’α΄‡Κ€ ᴑʜᴏ Κœα΄€κœ± κœ°α΄α΄œΙ΄α΄… α΄€Ι΄ ᴇᴠᴇɴ κœ±α΄›Κ€α΄€Ι΄Ι’α΄‡Κ€ α΄‘α΄€Κ€ || Wind of destruction, cold wind of France. || RP account for Mistral from MGR. Follows back.

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Joined May 2022
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𝕴'π–›π–Š π–‹π–Žπ–“π–†π–‘π–‘π–ž π–‹π–”π–šπ–“π–‰ π–œπ–π–†π–™ 𝕴 π–œπ–†π–˜ π–‘π–”π–”π–π–Žπ–“π–Œ 𝖋𝖔𝖗, 𝕬 π–•π–‘π–†π–ˆπ–Š π–œπ–π–Šπ–—π–Š 𝕴 π–ˆπ–†π–“ π–‡π–Š π–œπ–Žπ–™π–π–”π–šπ–™ π–—π–Šπ–’π–”π–—π–˜π–Š Roleplay account for Mistral from MGR. Ships with chem. She/Her mun. OC friendly Crack/Serious 【↻&♑】
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If I die under mysterious circumstances, it’s been nice knowin ya
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"I'll make this simple for you. Either you leave this place, or The entire Desperado kills your little friend."
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//this is now my secondary mistral rp acc, main is @Orihimely go follow I'll be active there more
She got back up soon after, scoffing. "I can help you to free yourself from the past, which is why I asked."
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"Cut from the same cloth, you and I. Both fighters, doing nothing but fight. What are your ideals, I wonder?" She swerved out of the way of his blade.
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//I swear if I mix up replies with QRTS again, I'll lose my mind
//lmfao ik don't apologize I laughed so hard
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All Max is tasting is pure metal, and Mistral's unbothered. "If you two would just leave, This would've ended much simpler- But alas." She scoffed, stabbing Max's arm with a syringe to knock her out with anaesthetic.
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//for a sec I thought you said Vani which is my name help- 😭
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Mistral's fighting against an opposing PMC with @OFHISMURASAMA, back to back. They're both slicing down the opposing forces, her having a victorious grin on her face. //battle rp go yeet
//There's also another thing: They made her too sexual. She should've gotten more screentime than just 'Oh? a strong warrior that's hot come fight me' and then dying Like, I do love flirty villains but using it as a taunt every now and then and actually doing shit is just >>>
xn--terraincognita-427j.xn--… I'VE PICKED UP MORE LORE FROM TWITTER ALONE THAN I HAVE ANYWHERE ELSE
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xn--terraincognita-427j.xn--… another day, another case of roleplayers doing a better job and making shit make sense than the mgs writers
//Since the point of the arms ingame was none, they should've given her some sort of multi-wielding shit
//LMAO- THIS POST DESERVES A RT
xn--terraincognita-427j.xn--… another day, another case of roleplayers doing a better job and making shit make sense than the mgs writers
//Since the point of the arms ingame was none, they should've given her some sort of multi-wielding shit
"Guess you'd prefer to be moved." She ripped out the arms of some gekko, snickering. "So naive." The arms attached to her back, and she constructed a polearm out of the remainder. She lunged at him, all her arms wielding daggers of their own.
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And that it would. Mistral decided scaring her was enough, for now... It did peak her curiosity when she disappeared so quickly, but she shrugged it off.
Quiet's eyes flicked from the strange woman to the complex she retreated into. Desperado. . . This was enough for now. The sniper would continue digging for more info on this organizationβ€”she had a feeling boring deep in the back of her mind that conflict would soon arise.
(@NotSonMathias) She had just finished a mission, butchering a whole bunch of people somewhere in let's say Asia. She noticed Son standing there, tutting. "Move, or be moved." Mistral commanded.
She scoffed, sending some actual Gekko after him now. [If he manages to keep up I might kill him myself...]
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(@GiovanniAndMax) She was standing on the roof of Desperado HQ, spotting Giovanni/Max looking up at her from below. She narrowed her eyes, sending cyborgs and dwarf gekkos after the intruders.