“Good.”
Usalia smiles... which, in this context, is honestly a little concerning.
“I've got some drones that can lift you back to my workshop. Once we're there, we'll see what we can do for you. And what information I'd need to work with...”
—𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈, 𝐁𝐒𝐄
Silence from the usually snarky drone, before letting out a glitchy, angry exhale, just flopping forward. “F-F-Fine.”
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔
Usalia puts her hands up, palms open to show passivity.
“Hey, listen- if that was the case, I'd have turned you into iron flavored swiss cheese. I don't know what your ploy is, and frankly, I don't care. You can accept the help, or rot in a heap like you are right now. Plain and simple, plip...”
—𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈, 𝐁𝐒𝐄
Cyn hisses at her, scurrying backward like a frightened animal. “I-I-I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not letting you take me out that easily-“
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔
“Ah, so that's why you wanted my eyes... I think.”
She recalls the Usa Buster, before crouching down next to Cyn.
“Well, you can't have mine. But, I think I can fix you up, if you promise not to kill me. Or at least not take anything vital. Okay, plip?”
—𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈, 𝐁𝐒𝐄
“I am…not operating at full capacity, I will ad-ad-a-admit. My healing factor isn’t kicking in as fast as it used to. At the very least, I got to bite someone’s shoulder off.”
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔
“Who are you calling weathergirl?!”
A quick warning blast, right in front of the... heap. Huh. Seems less dangerous like this. She's still got the buster aimed at Cyn, though.
“...and what the heck happened to that energy? I expected more... I dunno, zombie-like ferocity.”
—𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈, 𝐁𝐒𝐄
Cyn tumbles and crumbles over into a heap. The damage from the other day is very much still hindering her as she pulls herself up. “W-w-wouldn’t you like to know, weathergirl….”
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔
Usalia grunts, before kicking the droid off with inhuman strength, calling her Usa Buster to her side and taking aim.
“Yes, actually. They're still vital, even with how much I've replaced... now just what are you? You're not like other robots I've met... Darn, I'm actually intrigued, now.”
—𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈, 𝐁𝐒𝐄
Cyn stares at her for a second…and just fucking TACKLES her. “Anywhos, you aren’t going to need those eyes, are you?”
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔
“Oh, is THAT all? Thank the moon, it's not like I haven't gotten them replaced or reattached before, plip...”
—𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈, 𝐁𝐒𝐄
“Oooooooh, please. I don’t have diseases! I’d just bite your arm off! Two v-v-very different things!”
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔
“With all due respect, if it's a handshake you want, I'd rather not get a disease. Or... necrotic skin disorder.”
—𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈, 𝐁𝐒𝐄
“W-w-well, that’s not very nice…is it?”
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔
“...I don't think I'm going to reciprocate this greeting.”
—𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈, 𝐁𝐒𝐄
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔
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