#palmwormz

Now usually-- such a venture would have been perfectly fine. Call it bad timing, or whatever... but on the other side of that portal, was probably the last face that small bot might want to see. Silver himself. 

Honestly-- Static had been skeptical when it was first announced. A new bot, a new power source, all of it a little strange and unfamiliar... but perhaps that was just the more old fashioned fellow in him. Still, at the end of the day-- Doctor Kay, his engineer, was the one to make all the calls in the manor, at least outside of band-specific matters. 

It took a moment for that door to open-- but eventually, Luke would be greeted by a tall copper bot-- blue and green eyes looking over that visitor with curiosity. “W-well, hello there--” 

He’s shoved aside by a pale, blueish person in a labcoat- goggles with mismatched lenses covering their eyes, already scolding that automaton and shooing him away. “No flirting with the hired help.”

In an adjacent room-- there’s a bit of a commotion heard, those other bots seeming to kick up a fuss.

“W-w-what’s the matter? Ya’ll ain’t h-h-happy ta’ see an old friend?” Says a somewhat unfamiliar voice-- kind of sounding like Gears but... more gruff, and maybe a bit more sleazy too. Man, these Rabbit bots were multiplying like... well, rabbits.

Violet’s voice can be heard as well, clearly pretty irritated. “I d-d-don’t think friend is the right word, here.”

Static then speaks- definitely not happy to see this newcomer. “I think I’d leave, if I were you.”

That swirling portal didn't quite look the same as the rest, it was darker, more... ominous, really, though that could easily be overlooked by one who didn't know better. 

As Ion stepped through, well-- those surrounding weren't nearly as welcoming as the Walter Manor he had gotten to know. It was darker, quieter, and something was definitely... off, here.

Various traps littered the floor, beartraps and the like-- clear that whoever lived here wasn't fond of house invaders. 

In the midst of those dark and quiet settings, a pair of golden optics would flicker, framed by a long silver lock of hair-- that darker bot staring the other down from quite the high distance, about 8'6 if one were to be exact. Those four tendrils from his back arched slightly, as if ready to grab the other at any moment.

That change in behavior hadn’t gone unnoticed... and honestly, Static wasn’t quite sure how to go about bringing it up. He generally played that protector role, but when it came to those more... delicate matters, his skills often came up short.

However... a situation such as this had happened long before, with another member of that household. Gears was no stranger to the sort of cruelty that Silver could show... so who better to talk to Ion, than one who had been through the same thing?

A loud crash had sounded from the other room-- and usually, this would be regarded as nothing out of the ordinary. After all, Vulture wasn’t always the most graceful of beings. This time, though-- it caught Gears off guard as he went to get a drink of water, and it was enough to trip up that older programming in him.

Panic showed in those mismatched eyes, his hand reaching out to yank that smaller bot under the table with him. Normally, this might be a somewhat comical sight, but Gears wasn’t carrying himself with his normal lighthearted attitude.