#silver;

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.

“Two beers tonight; straight home.” I don’t envy the man that ends up with Phoebe. She’s laying down the law on MY husband. 😂😂😂😂

Perhaps it was some millionaire jerks doing, that cursed land finally bought out— but construction equipment surrounded that old, worn-down manor. A bulldozer ready to destroy and tear those those rotten walls… and unfortunately, those two bots didn’t have a current backup plan as to where to go.

There wasn’t much they could take with them, Silver found a temporary spot to hide their smaller belongings at least… he always thought they’d have more time, but there really was no good timing to suddenly be homeless.

As easy as it would be to make that construction crew into a total bloodbath— it wouldn’t be the most strategically sound choice. Silver has been lucky enough to be regarded as an urban legend for so many years— and the consequences that waited if he were to prove that legend true were just too dangerous to risk. The last thing they needed was national attention— as even Silver held his doubts about taking on an actual army.

As the wrecking ball swung, scattering debris of what once was their home, Locust’s voice speaks up, the two watching from a wooded spot on the sidelines.

“…I t-think I’ve got an idea of where ta’ go for now.”

Silver scoffed at those words, arms crossed as a somewhat mutated duckling nestled against his shoe— golden eyes narrowed down at the offending creature.

“Don’t be ridiculous— the only reason I don’t stomp on this thing is because I don’t want to hear Locust’s whining.”

There’s a glint in those golden eyes as Silver ponders the same thing-- tendrils twitching a bit as a slight smirk pulls at the corner of his lips.