#eviltechnoshipping

"Impressive, even I've not marveled at what an advanced piece of technology you are! ... And your features are quite-" Acronix traced his finger on Cryptor's shoulder. "Ruggish."

Cryptor cocked a brow at the intruder, the long hair on Acronix swept in the air as he circled the alert nindroid.

"Who are you?" Cryptor growled. And Acronix laughed.

"I am Acronix! Master of Time- or- a Hand in Time might I say." Acronix gave Cryptor another look around, drawing his eyes to the nindroid's chest. "Say, what are you made of? You're much more interesting than that blue loser with the Ninja."

Cryptor paused. "... I was made in Borg Tower. I am the ultimate machine designed to-"

"Destroy?"

Cryptor could feel a slight grin reach his cloaked mouth. If he even had a mouth under it... "I can do many things."

The two had an eye-to-eye. A mere 'huh' under their breaths.

"Would you be willing to show me? I'm such a fan of today's modern technology. But-" Acronix clicked his tongue. "I would love to see what tomorrow's nindroid can do."

He lowered his fists, despite his AI screaming for Cryptor to take the shot. The touch from this 'Hand' of Time brought with it a new sensation.

Something fast... Something slow...

Slow enough to catch the playful glint in the elemental's eyes.

Cryptor chuckled.

"I can do many things... Would you like to see?"

Acronix smiled, his fingers still admiring the texture of cold metal against the warm cloth.