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Walking down the island beach. Barefoot. Bare-chested. Just a pair of board shorts on.Feeling the heat of the sun on my broad back and shoulders.
Are you doing it?Oh man…now I’m nervously
one of the beautiful things about UG is that she knows how to keep the vault locked
~s~it helps that i know every inch of every one of her skeletons
*drawn closer, his lips on hers and she drops he basket, the sound nod her heart filling the ears of anyone that can hear such a thing.*
I am ok too
No body wants to give me a BDSM model job though
I have questions
no complaints, well other then nobody doing things to me. how are you?
Tell UG I want her to get online and talk about your night in the bar last night
Hope your doing well
good evening
He shifts to His most human form and draws her in for a soft kiss...savoring her taste
not live, but i saw it on tic toc
Smiling a hello
“horny, bbc-worshipping old wives”
*she nods*. Alright. *Her eyes dart towards the strange woman nearby, trying to place where she has seen her before. But she immediately turns her attention back to the man, she thinks man before her*
Did you see her logo 3 the other night?Mic drop
Young violets?
Laughs …kisses you
Dogtown
He lowers his hands, flipping them around so his palms are facing upward. Holographic controls respond to his every touch as he ignores the quadbot. Ignores your swarm. And focuses on you.Echo had taken the last of the Gallium-133 from that unspent 40mm shell for the Kurtz mission and blended it with the proper proportions of iron and nickel. Then he produced a series of small, electromagnetic drones to link together inside the material and direct its movements and solidity.
Remote control liquid metal.
Once it's wrapped around you, he's moving his hands, bending the field generators to pull the rest of it all the way around your body. Trying to cover every part of your body. Every part of your gear. And lock it down by tightening the metal into a perfect shell around you.
The shot from your hand blew away some of the liquid metal as it tried to wrap around your hand, only to have it come stretching back up from the ground in thin strands to rejoin the mass and lock in around your weapon.
The attempt at take-off are met with tendrils of silver and blue light stretching out from your arms and torso that smash down into the asphalt. The spikes expand into roots beneath the ground, before solidifying to lock you down.
The entire cover turns to hard alloy. The blue light from the drones thrummed across your body as they set their power to maximum.
Echo calmly walks around the drone swarm. And the quadbot. A point of his finger at you, and a smooth curving motion has a thin tendril extend from your chest. Bending around to face you before the end sharpens to a point just inches from your eyeball.
A wave of his left hand as the shell melts away from your face so you can see it that spike. And so you can breathe again.
"Call off your drones. And don't even try to negotiate, cabrón."
Echo Fenix was a genius when he had the proper motivation.
Turns out Haven Darling was the proper motivation.