Litt1e T0ys || CA Closed
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-+-> Fidd1esti%.
Your hoarse voice sounded out hollowly, accompanied by the sound of crunching metal. How long have you been at this? You’d been back in this city for a few days now, though you hadn’t spent much time in the open. Deciding that the sun was far too bright for your sensitive skin, you’d decided to spend the daylight hours within the confines of a warehouse, surrounded by scrap metal and your imagination.
Unfortunately, your tools were less than satisfactory.
-+-> ...
With a disgruntled sigh, you toss yet another broken screwdriver on the ground. If you’d had access to your own tool kit, surely you’d be able to get somewhere. Unfortunately, these human tools were far too flimsy for your extraordinary STRENGTH. A shame, too...you could have done something great with all the resources around you. Programmed a robot or two -- perhaps even one which you could fight. The thought of it sends some perspiration down your brow. Truly, that would be something. Anything to get your mind off this place.
Shifting the goggles on your face, you turn to the open door of the warehouse. It’s still light out...how unpleasant. Just as you’re thinking of turning back to the shadows, however, a familiar figure catches your sight.
Your teeth grit and you immediately feel the sweat drip coldly down your back. Even so, you stand from your crouching position and move a bit closer to the doorway, so you might call out and be heard.
-+-> ....Hey. -+-> W0man 0f g0d. -+-> 1s that y0u.
