Silver had seen crazy. Silver had seen geniuses. Silver had seen crazy geniuses. But never she had met someone like Machine. The right dosage of style, madness, and that way of seeing things. She liked that. Just the right ammount. Like a good old whisky.
As the smoke cleared, she grabbed the antenna of the force field generator and broke it, not even bothering to find the power switch on it. With a visible shift, an almost imperceptible barrier faded. Heading to the prone form of Machine, which had that curious looking ball jumping around, Silver opened her hand in an inviting gesture to said... minion, as it were, and it eagerly jumped to her palm, liquefying itself on contact and covered her whole hand in that silvery chrome. Cold to the touch, but alive. Silver smirked at the small thing, and looked down on Machine. She knelt down and pulled the implant out, dragging some blood with it. Getting even closer, she smelled the body like a predator and sneered.
"Not your time yet, kiddo."
She deliberately exhaled onto to the prone body, and got up. Not seeing a movement, she kicked it with a good bit of strength.
"Get up."
And the silvery sheen on her hand transformed into a ball once again, and jumped to her jacket pocket in, what one could guess, fear.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
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