Number One Silver

Perhaps it was some millionaire jerks doing, that cursed land finally bought out— but construction equipment surrounded that old, worn-down manor. A bulldozer ready to destroy and tear those those rotten walls… and unfortunately, those two bots didn’t have a current backup plan as to where to go.

There wasn’t much they could take with them, Silver found a temporary spot to hide their smaller belongings at least… he always thought they’d have more time, but there really was no good timing to suddenly be homeless.

As easy as it would be to make that construction crew into a total bloodbath— it wouldn’t be the most strategically sound choice. Silver has been lucky enough to be regarded as an urban legend for so many years— and the consequences that waited if he were to prove that legend true were just too dangerous to risk. The last thing they needed was national attention— as even Silver held his doubts about taking on an actual army.

As the wrecking ball swung, scattering debris of what once was their home, Locust’s voice speaks up, the two watching from a wooded spot on the sidelines.

“…I t-think I’ve got an idea of where ta’ go for now.”

He practically seems to preen for a moment- ego stroked a bit. 

“I may have taken a little inspiration from a... role model of sorts. I may not be fond of humans, but I do have a certain respect for his work.”

That smaller automaton would smile slightly, slowly raising a hand to place against her chassis, just below her chest, as her core was placed slightly differently than the other ‘bots in the household. “Well… W-we never really got to that.” She spoke in a soft voice, looking up at him.

“It’s okay, th-though. I have time. It’s j-just a little unstable.” She spoke, steam coiling from her cheek vents. She had time, yes. But.. She honestly didn’t know how much time. It could be between 5 and 50 years, for all she knew. Or less. Or more. It depended on how long her core could last. But she wasn’t about to dive into that topic. Things already looked bleak enough.

The Spine would silently prepare three mugs of that fruity tea, soon moving closer to hand them out. Key-Lock was given a black mug with silver print around the rim, shaped like Victorian lace. Locust was handed a sky blue mug, with a silly pun printed onto it. A little bee buzzing around, and the text “I bee-lieve in you”. While he himself stuck to a black mug with white stars printed onto it. 

Emerald orbs flashed softly as he spoke. “It’s her favorite tea. Strawberries and Cream.”

“Oh...” He frowned, those antennae drooping a little-- and honestly... it kind of figures, that’d be the case. It’s unfortunate, but it’s at least a slight comfort, to hear that she still has time. It’s definitely not something he’s going to further push at, though... as he already feels like he’s messed that mood up a little as is.

“S-s-sorry... prolly n-n-not the best c-conversation topic for ya’.” He knows what it’s like to be unstable, and while he had his... unconventional ways to cope, he’s not exactly about to suggest those more barbaric ways to her. She’s pretty clearly not the type. He can’t even suggest an engineer to seek help from-- not that he’s exactly been asked to help. It’s just a natural inclination he has, to want to help those that he likes.