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.

well, you wouldn't say you wish he was less serious, would you?

it's kinda like saying, Caitlin Clark, she's ok, she should just smile more.

Young violets

Yes...I give you My promise...
I have not feed in too long and that makes Me weak...give Me what I need and I will take you safely home.
Deal?
He offers a very human smile

*she makes no move to interfere with his meal. She merely stands not far away, observing. Typically, this is what Ilyria does. Occasionally she will interfere. But today...she remains*

Don’t pick on Gilmour…I get all orgasmic, fantasizing about the Numb solo on that Gibson

that's an old wives' tale
horny, bbc-worshipping old wives
~s~

He was discharged from the army for masturbating…looking at you suspiciously

He keeps a careful eye upon Her...still not sure what She is or how to deal with Her

i'm sure she would if she knew that was your preference

maybe Pink Floyd should do more advertising ditties...
~s~

thanks the bartender collecting my drink

*she looks into his eyes, and there's something there.... She nods*. If I.. help you, will you let me go home? *She's smart. She knows she cannot trust either of them, but.. maybe there's a chance*

looks in

me and jimi
lefties who can't read music
two peas in a pod
~s~