#racter shadowrun

"He's... loafed."

"That is a... fairly apt picture. The question is why."

Gobbet and Racter are stood side-by-side in the street, the smell of gunpowder still thick in the air from the now-finished firefight. Gobbet cocks her head to the side, eyeing Koschei warily.

The drone is curled up on itself, legs tucked neatly beneath it, red eyes twinkling in the rain. A perfect 'loaf'. Cat-like, even.

"Is he safe to approach?" She asks, toeing her way forward through the rubble.

"Koschei is still under my control. Even the connection was broken, he would not rampage against you."

"Encouraging!" She kicks some bullet casings down the street, still approaching the drone like it might suddenly leap at her. "Is he just... taking a break?" Racter falls in step behind her, flicking his now-damp cigarette on the ground. He quickens his pace, crouching so that he's level with his creation, brow furrowed in thought.

"He shouldn't be," he mutters, mind racing over possible problems and fixes. The drone sits contently, turning slightly to watch them approach. "There shouldn't be any way to pacify him like this. It's not an outside disruption. Our connection is open."

Gobbet drops down into a squat next to him, wholly unable to offer any advice. She watches him work curiously, rain spilling down her cords of hair and puddling in the street.

"Glad it happened after the fight was over. Kinda needed Mr. Buzzsaw here to get those guys with the shotguns."

"Yes, well," Racter grunts as he forcibly turns the drone around, accessing a maintenance panel. "It shouldn't have happened at all."

"I think it's kind of cute, really. Our own murderous pet drone-cat. That doesn't eat rats or pee on the floor."

Keep calling me "my friend" all tender like that were gonna end up like this smh