Oh, Captain, Let's Make a Deal [Private][Complete]
Feb 16, 2023 0:45:54 GMT -5
Post by Veliky on Feb 16, 2023 0:45:54 GMT -5
“I hope we’ll meet again. Perhaps next time, under better circumstances.”
She recoils at the words, eyes wide and brow furrowed as if slighted, as if poised to rebuke with some form of disdain. But instead, her sneer becomes downcast; and whatever anger was provoked, directed elsewhere. It's easy to see Cyran's words - all of them - going through her like a rotten meal. Her breaths, heavy and seething, hiss between clenched teeth.
She believes him. Rightfully, she does. She's heard enough honeyed words, cloying flattery of manipulative upstarts, to know when praise is an outright perjury. And she'd be less angry if it were just that - a lie. If it were for selfish motives, she'd just brush it off and be done with it. Knowing that it isn't, provokes something very different. And, as if that 'something' were a sickness, the heat rises in an attempt to kill it off.
By the time she raises her head, the intruder's gone. And Veliky is merely left there, breath ragged, a single bead of sweat trailing down her face; as if she'd just awoken from a nightmare. But in time, her breathing slows as it always does; her eyes regain that cold glare, as they always have; and she rebecomes that stoic paragon, as she always is. There's a twitch in her lip - the last throe of 'something.' And then all is normal.
To the crate, atop which that white-threaded cloak was placed, her eyes are drawn to narrow.
"...Get that. Whatever it is. Bring it to me." she commands with a voice as calm as ever before.
Yet it seems that she's speaking to no one. Those bots that were speaking to her, already left before Cyran appeared. And with him vanished, nobody else can be seen. But, as he demonstrated just a few minutes ago, just because it cannot be seen does not mean it isn't there. Near Veliky, and not far from where Cyran was standing, there's a warp in the air that's only noticeable by how it suddenly vanishes. And with the veil dropped, another Blixtbot™[1] is revealed[2]. Its features are sleek and polished, far moreso than its clumsy kith. Even its eyes (or, in this case, eye) are of a more refined design: a singular oculus, shaped horizontally like the chasm in a knight's helm. It is among the elite class of Platinum Corp peons, a more sophisticated weapon. And it was there for the entirety of the encounter.
With strides far quieter, and movements far smoother than the lesser models, it walks to the crate and carefully takes the cloak before returning to its mistress who rewards its obedience with another command: "Show me." And the construct does, holding the cloak by its edges and allowing it to unfold before her like a tapestry.
She studies it through narrowed eyes. Its fabric, its make, the symbol embroidered upon it...
She's too little for it.
...
"Rook, mark Cyran as a PoI. Aliases are Cyran Fenestra (formerly)... and The Spectre."
1. Rook-13 {Warlord}
2. Invisibility (Rook-13)
She recoils at the words, eyes wide and brow furrowed as if slighted, as if poised to rebuke with some form of disdain. But instead, her sneer becomes downcast; and whatever anger was provoked, directed elsewhere. It's easy to see Cyran's words - all of them - going through her like a rotten meal. Her breaths, heavy and seething, hiss between clenched teeth.
She believes him. Rightfully, she does. She's heard enough honeyed words, cloying flattery of manipulative upstarts, to know when praise is an outright perjury. And she'd be less angry if it were just that - a lie. If it were for selfish motives, she'd just brush it off and be done with it. Knowing that it isn't, provokes something very different. And, as if that 'something' were a sickness, the heat rises in an attempt to kill it off.
By the time she raises her head, the intruder's gone. And Veliky is merely left there, breath ragged, a single bead of sweat trailing down her face; as if she'd just awoken from a nightmare. But in time, her breathing slows as it always does; her eyes regain that cold glare, as they always have; and she rebecomes that stoic paragon, as she always is. There's a twitch in her lip - the last throe of 'something.' And then all is normal.
To the crate, atop which that white-threaded cloak was placed, her eyes are drawn to narrow.
"...Get that. Whatever it is. Bring it to me." she commands with a voice as calm as ever before.
Yet it seems that she's speaking to no one. Those bots that were speaking to her, already left before Cyran appeared. And with him vanished, nobody else can be seen. But, as he demonstrated just a few minutes ago, just because it cannot be seen does not mean it isn't there. Near Veliky, and not far from where Cyran was standing, there's a warp in the air that's only noticeable by how it suddenly vanishes. And with the veil dropped, another Blixtbot™[1] is revealed[2]. Its features are sleek and polished, far moreso than its clumsy kith. Even its eyes (or, in this case, eye) are of a more refined design: a singular oculus, shaped horizontally like the chasm in a knight's helm. It is among the elite class of Platinum Corp peons, a more sophisticated weapon. And it was there for the entirety of the encounter.
With strides far quieter, and movements far smoother than the lesser models, it walks to the crate and carefully takes the cloak before returning to its mistress who rewards its obedience with another command: "Show me." And the construct does, holding the cloak by its edges and allowing it to unfold before her like a tapestry.
She studies it through narrowed eyes. Its fabric, its make, the symbol embroidered upon it...
She's too little for it.
...
"Rook, mark Cyran as a PoI. Aliases are Cyran Fenestra (formerly)... and The Spectre."
1. Rook-13 {Warlord}
2. Invisibility (Rook-13)
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
