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Name:: Priscilla Sonoma Asagiri.
Series:: Bubblegum Crisis 2032 / 2040.
Game:: multiversehaven.
Application:: Right here.
Scene List:: Right here.
Player:: aroihkin.
Status:: Active.
Alts:: List.


Wait... Priss is from two canons?

Yep. Remember that 2032 was drawn in the 80s, and 2040 was a remake. Albeit... an AU remake.

Same Priss, slightly different outlook on life and quite different plots. The Priss in Haven is a smooshing together of both, as well as the events of both plots, including the end of 2040 -- which adds Galatea to her psyche.

Isn't that fun? Click on the wikipedia link in "website" on this profile to see the wiki's descriptions of the two incarnations of Priss. In the meantime, let's have some picture time!

It's a good way to compare them, I think. Or, at least, visually. And, of course, the hardsuits... although I could do a whole selection of the various versions of that. Not to mention the Motoslave, which isn't in these at all.

Some other time, I think.




















Basic Stats:

Age: 21
Race: Physically Human, Mentally Boomer/Human
Height: 170cm / 5'6"
Weight: 50kg / 110lb

Quotes:

Anri: That voice...
Largo: Allow me to explain, Anri. This is the bitch who killed Sylvie!
Priss: I don't know what lies you've been filling her head with... but I won't let you drag her any deeper into this!
Anri: Is that you, Priss? I can't believe that you're one of the Knight Sabers... that you killed Sylvie!
Largo: Anri, let me now show you the true face... of the perpetrator who trampled your dreams under her feet. [blasts Priss into the wall, shattering her visor]
Anri: Priss... It can't be... [Largo puts a knife into Anri's hand]
Largo: Now is the time. She's upset. She, who killed your dear Sylvie... is your hated foe. Kill her. Kill her!
[Anri rushes Priss and jams the knife into a spot between two plates on the damaged suit]
Anri: Sylvie... I've finally been able to avenge you... [notices Priss is crying] Priss, why...?
Priss: Sylvie was beyond help. If I hadn't done what I did... the D.D. would have exploded, wiping out the entire city... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... There was nothing I could do... [Priss pulls Anri closer, driving the knife in further] I couldn't protect her...
Anri: Oh, no! Priss!
Largo: [laughs] Looking to apologize, Priss? It amazes me that you were actually able to shoot that 33-S, Sylvie. Had it continued, out of control, it would have been amusing. Still, after the D.D.'s existence became public knowledge... that eyesore Flint fell from grace. GPCC became completely mine... and thus I accelerated development of the HyperBoomers.
Anri: So Sylvie was...?
Largo: A cat's-paw of mine, I suppose you might say. But it was just one Sexaroid. Nothing of consequence. Hmh? Why are you looking at me like that? Oh, is this hurting you? Well, it's not as if you can do anything about it now.
Largo: All right, step aside, Anri! You, too, have now served your purpose. Playtime is over.

Largo: Dead, eh? Or rather, I imagine it would be more exact to say it has ceased functioning. It IS a machine after all.
Priss: You bastard! [fires railgun]
Largo: [catching the spike] Is this all your anger amounts to?


2040 Quotes:

Priss: Some people like the risks. And then there's the money, of course. Didn't you know? Noble causes are all very nice, but frankly, if you don't have a real goal, you're just another Jane or Mary, just another sucker...

Leon: [crushing coffee cup] Man, I'm glad you're on my side!
Daley: We're hopelessly linked together, idiot.

Galatea! Hell...
God damn Boomer! Huh? W-what are you doing?
Get out, damn you! Get the hell out! GET OUT OF MY MIND!

It's not over yet! I am not... a part of you, I am different!
GALATEA! [lunges, battery goes empty, Priss floats past Galatea]
No, no, this can't be happening! Oxygen, how long until the air in my suit runs out?
Maybe a few minutes if I'm lucky. I... I don't want to die THIS WAY...
[heartbeats]

Priss: It's time for you to learn what the other half of being alive is like! It's time for you to DIE, Galatea!

Priss: You IDIOT! What the hell did you shoot it for?
Nene: Well it seemed like the thing to do!

Nene: So here we go into battle, butt freaking nekkid. What's wrong with this picture?

Priss: Nene, can you cut the flow of plasma to one of these tubes?
Nene: Yeah, I'm blocking off the one in front of you!
Priss: This is definitely not one of my better ideas...

Priss: Sylia, can you spare me the lecture for once?
Priss: My life's not worth much, but it's mine to risk. If I screw up out there, I'm ready to take the fall. But if someone else gets hurt... I don't want to see that coming down on my head.

Leon: Well there's only one way to find out what happens next.
Daley: I said we'd stick together no matter what, but, if we find a guy with a pitch-fork...

Daley: So much for monster-hunters.
Leon: Poor bastards.

Leon: [just saved by the blue Knight Saber, about 300 feet underground] How do they keep doing it? Do I have a tracking beacon on my butt, or what?!

Priss: Galatea's in orbit?
Linna: Um, where's the camera?
Nene: Oh, it's a live feed from an NSA spy satellite...
Leon: [mumbles] Well, that's thirty years...

You know, for the longest time, all I could think of was leaving this town.
My singing was going to take me all over the world.
But then this thing happened.
And I was making good money, killing Boomers, and I kept putting it off.
I had my bags packed every night. But I never went anywhere.
And now even this place is gone.

Galatea: You were right, Mason, what an inefficient design they are... how sad.

Sylia: Galatea!
Galatea: Sylia,
Sylia: I am here to correct my Father's mistake! You should have never been born!
Galatea: No... you are wrong.

[standing alone facing the Motoslave]
Um... hey.
I just wanted to tell you, you did good. Even though you look like a bike, I know you're really a Boomer.
But I'm sorry you got all banged up like this.
It's kinda weird talking to you... but maybe if we'd all tried to communicate a little better, we wouldn't be in this situation we're in now.
God knows, we humans ain't the easiest people to get along with.
And to be honest, I guess I've got a guilty conscience. For all of the bitching and moaning I've done, you and my hardsuit have never let me down.
[kneels, actually pets the Motoslave]
Thanks.
[walks off, and the Motoslave beeps faintly]

Galatea: Your hardsuit proves that a human mind can control a Boomer. Why is it so hard to believe that the reverse is also possible? In time you will welcome me.
Priss: The hell you say! There’s no way I’d let something like you into my mind!

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