by Rita Sun Jun 30, 2024 7:24 pm
Rita listened to Ghost's ambitious words with a mixture of concern and skepticism. As he spoke of attaining godhood and comparing himself to the Otsutsuki, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disbelief. The Otsutsuki, while undeniably powerful, were not divine beings but rather formidable adversaries with their own agendas. She knew from indirect encounters and the aftermath of their actions, such as Chen's destructive influence, that they were more like devils.
Her thoughts wandered briefly to the pain and suffering caused by the Otsutsuki's interference in their world. Rita had witnessed firsthand the devastating consequences of their power, and it had left scars both physical and emotional.
"Ghosts of grandeur," she mused quietly to herself, her expression thoughtful yet guarded. She wondered if Ghost's determination stemmed from a sense of duty or if it bordered on delusion fueled by his aspirations.
Rita couldn't help but inject a bit of levity into the serious conversation with Ghost. As he spoke earnestly about his missions and ambitions, she interjected with a playful quip, a small smile quirking her lips.
"Ground control to Ghost, do you copy?" she teased lightly, her tone teasing yet affectionate. "I think you might need to get a grip on things before you start aiming for godhood. Even the Otsutsuki had to start somewhere, right?"
She chuckled softly, hoping to gently lighten the mood without dismissing Ghost's aspirations entirely. Rita believed in supporting his dreams while also keeping a pragmatic perspective on their challenges and limitations. It was her way of reminding him that while ambition was admirable, a balanced approach and a touch of humor could sometimes be just as valuable.
Rita's confusion was evident as she questioned Ghost about their vulnerabilities to countermeasures. She leaned forward slightly, her brow furrowing slightly in thought.
"What do you mean, so many things that can counter us? I thought our explosions were only susceptible to lightning chakra and not much else," she queried, trying to make sense of Ghost's concerns.
Her mind raced with possibilities. She knew from their training and experience that lightning chakra could indeed pose a challenge, but it was not insurmountable. With sufficient numbers or perhaps a singular, powerful explosive, they could potentially overwhelm any defenses.
"Perhaps," Rita mused aloud, her voice thoughtful. "Are you saying that maybe we need to consider other strategies to complement our explosive prowess. Like tactical diversions or unconventional tactics?” she asked, turning the conversation towards brainstorming solutions rather than dwelling on perceived weaknesses.
Rita was keenly aware of the need to adapt and innovate, especially in the face of potential adversaries who could exploit their vulnerabilities. She was ready to explore new approaches while remaining confident in their abilities to wield their explosive expertise effectively.
Rita's eyes lit up with pure delight as Ghost mentioned the concept of a space-skipping bomb. Among their clan, known for their expertise in explosions, Rita had earned a reputation for her particular obsession with them. It was no secret that she had a deep passion for creating and witnessing the controlled chaos of explosive reactions.
Her fascination ran so deep that she had even taken on side gigs in special effects, not for the money, but purely for the thrill of legally indulging in her love for explosions. Whether it was designing intricate detonation patterns or orchestrating controlled blasts, Rita thrived on the science and artistry of creating explosive spectacles.
As Ghost's words sparked her imagination, Rita's mind raced with possibilities. She envisioned the technical challenges and the sheer scale of a space-skipping bomb, contemplating its potential impact. Her enthusiasm for such innovations in explosive technology was palpable, her excitement mirrored in the gleam of her eyes and the subtle grin that played on her lips.
Rita leaned forward slightly, her expression attentive yet guarded. "I'm listening," she said, her tone conveying both curiosity and a hint of reluctance. Her interest was primarily piqued by the prospect of exploring new avenues in explosive technology rather than any personal investment in Ghost's missions.
As an artist of controlled chaos, Rita approached her craft with a meticulous eye for detail and a passion for innovation. She was drawn to projects that challenged her skills and allowed her to push the boundaries of what was possible in explosive design. If Ghost's plans resonated with her artistic sensibilities and fell within her capabilities, she would consider taking them on.
However, Rita was also pragmatic. She wasn't one to make promises lightly, especially when it came to missions that might not align with her interests or expertise. If the tasks outlined by Ghost didn't inspire her or seemed impractical, she wouldn't hesitate to politely decline or even feign ignorance to avoid involvement.
For now, she waited, her mind already whirring with ideas and possibilities sparked by Ghost's mention of a new type of explosion. Rita was ready to evaluate the details critically, weighing the potential challenges and rewards before deciding her next course of action.
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