#lxremaster

     ❝ ♚ ❞ : Oh, look, it’s her fine feathered friend-- haha... get it. Feathered. Considering the kind of attitude he had, she expected him to be here. Something so prestigious seemed right up his alley. Well, it was up hers as well. Like the drama queen she was, he struck a pose in front of the other, hand placed to her head as she outstretched an exposed leg. “Darling-- halt! Before you can move any further, I’d like to hear how beautiful I am from your lips and your lips only.” She’s reminding herself more of someone she went to school with when she plays like this.

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The quiet of the night is eerie when  with whatever the hell the next day will bring looming just on the horizon.

Guy has been on edge ever since hearing the announcement from the scientists booming across the city. In a way, it’s almost worse to have to wait and see what will emerge from the enormous cocoons in each district rather than to be able to see the threat they are facing head on. The anticipation is heavy in his gut.

He should sleep, he knows that. Especially if tomorrow will mean he has to fight. It’s obvious that he’d perform better in combat after a full nights rest, but... try as he might, he can’t get comfortable. And the absence of so many of the city’s usual sounds, the emptiness with so many people having disappeared, it’s all making him restless. Guy’s first thought is to ride the train for a while. The whirr of the wheels on the track, the rumble of the passenger cars as they move across the cityscape, maybe it’ll be enough to calm his nerves. Lull him to sleep even. But by the time he’s ridden for a full two hours, he’s not feeling much of a difference.

On a whim, he gets off the train in Sector Six. There are parks here, aren’t there? Maybe he’ll be able to find some solace among the greenery, among the flowers that remind him of home.

He’s not alone, he finds, after a few minutes of wandering through a public garden. There’s someone else here, maybe with the same idea he has. Might as well start up a conversation.

“ A big birdy. ” Oracle Turret made little flapping motions with her hands, a wide wide grin stretched across her face as she slowly circled the interesting humanoid. What a blessing this city was, to be filled with so many different kinds of people. Small ones, tall ones, some willing to bite off her head and eviscerate her. But as dangerous as it may be, it was an improvement over her previous world. Mostly.

@lxremaster

It wasn’t right to make baseless assumptions. PF could not simply look at someone and assume who they were and what they stood for. It was a disagreeable way to live, promising pitfalls of mortification once the truth had become known to her. But there was simply some conjectures that would be formed, no matter how hard you tried to avoid it. A man in a police uniform must be a person of authority. A girl practicing  at a batting cage was probably part of a team.

And man with such beautiful wings must be an angel. 

Personal Frame wasn’t religious. She was a machine... if thee was an aftelife, she doubt there was room for her. But seeing so many crazy things in the city, she’d believe just about anything.

    For whatever reason or how, even, she had caught herself into this had left her so early and she found herself sharing conversation with a man that wouldn’t just let her go. After giving out brief introductions, she had revealed her identity to him per usual, and that seemed to spark him up. Of course, the idea of meeting a deity had always been amusing to those that weren’t one, and though she tried to consent with it, she simply wanted to know if there was a purpose for it.

Attuned registry critically attentive, if not for boredom’s sully attitude drugging your faulty system with anesthetics; obsidian spheres blink twice ensue his word at every gaped interval. One could potentially mistake for insomnia, or mistake that for lack thereof entertainment. Regardless, a simplistic, haste reply objectified your stance: