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Rex, pointing at Six: Sword dad.

Rex, pointing at Black Knight: Goth mom.

Rex, pointing at White Knight: ...

White Knight:

Rex: ... WK.

      Three days.    For three days, Black Knight has been locked in this office, and she already hates it. Being the leashed attack dog is not her job, nor is trying to keep this whole mess going with the Consortium breathing down her neck.

        — Speak of the devil.

    Black stops pacing, sinking into the uncomfortable office chair for just a moment before she sits up and connects to the screen in the hallway. With her turtleneck over her throat, she can at least feign some measure of annoyance.

Nanocom Chats { Accepting }

TRICK OR TREAT EVENT(Oct 31st - Nov 04)

Hello White Knight!Our computers decided that you get a...

Trick!

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The blue silhouette of Computress was floating mid air in the pure white corridor, the olfaction scanner’s results identify a pure air without allergens and no fuse’s spores. She analyze the locality finding an intercom alongside the only large door in the corridor. Computress stretch her hand and push deeply a shyny silvery button under her robotic finger, she felt the electric impulse and a bell ringing. After a moment she declare at the camera

“I’m Computress, I came to see White Knight for Dexter’s behalf,

Send ‘Look into my eyes’ and my muse will bold what they see

“I thought I was quite clear.”

Black Knight crosses her arms, tapping a finger against her arm. She didn’t come all the way to Providence for White to look at her like she just threw a bucket of mud over the floor, and she especially didn’t come here to repeat herself over and over to a screen until his backup arrives.