#hexmachinations

Who would've thought that even in a place such as Zaun festivals could still happen. Even with the sky covered by metal and smoke, the streets lived by neon colors and voices which passed from one direction to other. And as curious as Nith was, she followed, keeping her old purple scarf covering her ears and hair, dirty clothes and red eyes glowing under it until they got placed over a group of children.

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At his insistence, the woman hesitated for a split second. She had stood when he faltered, worry as clear on her face as it was in her voice. She knew that overworking the body was never good, let alone overworking the mind.

Still, she didn't wish to anger the man, and so she slowly returned to her seat, but the concern never left her eyes. "Forgive me Viktor, I didn't wish to see you hurt." Her voice is clear, sincere, and soft by nature.

"Thank you for agreeing to escort me through Zaun. I don't think I'd have made it on my own." She sighed. "Everything here is so interesting, though. I'm glad I came to see it myself instead of just believing all of the rumors."

She looked to the mechanical leg, curiosity in her eyes where so many others would have betrayed disgust. "Your work is so unique. I won't ask what led to you needing to begin it, though. I suspect that's a story you'd rather not share." Elaine smiles at him, glancing around the room once more. "It seems like it would help people, though. Those born in frail or incomplete bodies. They deserve the chance to enjoy life, too."

❝ The one that’s insane is this world. ❞

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍,  𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘧𝘶𝘳  𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺  𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴  𝘰𝘯  𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴.  white  paperwork  is  certainly  a  time-consuming  matter,  needing  his  upmost  attention,  in  moments  like  these  this  trip  is  simply  a  pleasant  experience.  in  a  private  sense  that  is.  even  if  in  a  hurry  and  under  pressure  to  stay  undercover  above  all  else  Zed  is  right  there,  almost  in  a  middle  of  the  pathway,  kneeling . . .  petting  a  stray  cat.  ❝   what  a  beauty  incarnated  you  are.  ❞

* 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐨𝐫  @hexmachinations​ .

Features scrunch unpleasantly while the inventor's question is processed, barely finishing with discerning his previous words that had seemed... complimentary? Perhaps merely statements. He was using so many unnecessary words, and the longest versions of them. Annoyance would call it aristocratic talk, paranoia would call it stalling. Gloved hands stay put on the bench behind them, their cloak pressed to its edge as Talon searched for support from his scrutinising gaze. They hated being so seen. He wanted to... know how they deal with problems. With the problem that brought them here.

The Machine Herald wasn't supposed to be here when they were. The plan had been to find papers of information, discern who and what he truly was. They should have taken longer to learn his schedule, watched for when he braved the hazardous fog outside. Talon stifles a cough from beneath their fabric mask pulled up to their nose at the thought, shaded eyes glancing over the walking armoured body before them in an attempt to find weaponry, always coming back to that third limb from his back. Was it moving? "The simplest solution," The answer is dragged out of their throat, their gaze unhappy on everything it fell on, "Talking and asking, works." They guess at that being the answer Viktor wanted. Even if they attempted to fight their way out - or even surprise him - they doubted their blades would find much purchase in a majority of his armour. And a hasty escape while still not tripping any of the alarms in place seemed a risky gambit.

jinx climbs through one of the many gilded windows of the lab, dropping down with little more than the softest thump. there’s no warning...no sign of trouble until she has the barrel of pow pow pressed to the back of the scientist’s head.

“ hands up. don’t move...and don’t make a sound. ”

her voice, for once, is quiet...low and dangerous. she reaches out slowly and turns him around to that she can get a better look at his face. she makes a face.

"I didn't think you expected anything of me."

Their voice felt strange, beneath the filtered mask covering their lips and nose. It made a hiss out of the laboured breaths through clenched teeth that the assassin told themselves helped hamper the pain. A slack shoulder gave away the arm kept still at their side - next to the rip in their coat that now kept the pressure on the wound across their arm. And the weapon that most likely caused it in their other, held as evidence, though being armed was hard to not seem threatening.

Talon stood in the herald's doorway (this time) for a moment, before an uncertain boot stepped back into the darkness of the underground city, curling in on themself. "Forget it. I can... I'll take care of it."

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