[well, she's here, she's like, kind of healed. she's clean! she probably smells pretty good now and not like ichibits and fermented applesauce. she has a leg that is metal and it attaches to like... a port? there's a port where her real leg ends, and she has plugged in the metal leg to that port. yarr.
the body changes are minimal right now, but she does, in fact, have snake eyes. sorry.
oh and also she keeps scratching her arm violently. it's kind of red.]
[ it does look sick. he will gently touch it (somewhere like. below her knee he's not trying to be a creep here) to feel the metal before removing his hand. ]
[ Well, someone is here and albeit a bit breathless from wherever they were coming from before? But it's fine. There's a clear sound of concern and worry through the helmet's autotune as they approach her, just a bit fidgety. ]
[ A light tease, but there is still an obvious worry as their voice grows softer. They glance to the leg before raising their right arm a little, a bit stiffly to do a small comparison. Almost! ]
Nearly there. [ ... ] ..If only we could have avoided such events coming to you and the others entirely. We dealt with a direct mission ourselves just to avoid that and still an anomaly occurred. [ Frowns. ]
... No. [but he can probably see the fact that it is turning into something distinctly brown, like a carapace, spiky and maybe a little roachlike, before temenos slaps his tail over the top of it.]
[ when they're not participating in their nanite blood ritual (no), adrastea will settle down
nearby, ish. like a cat.
they're not doing anything of particular interest, just texting the other officers on their I.R.I.S. with a phone-sized keyboard in both hands. but they're keeping watch over the group through the holoscreen as their six fox tails flick slowly.
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the body changes are minimal right now, but she does, in fact, have snake eyes. sorry.
oh and also she keeps scratching her arm violently. it's kind of red.]
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something fluffy drapes across her arm where she's scratching. the person attached to it is looking very pointedly the other direction. ]
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she stops scratching, and hesitantly puts her hand... on the tail. pets...]
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the tail flicks slightly into her hand but does not move otherwise. he's leaving it on her other arm. noooo scratching but also don't perceieve. ]
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one ear swivels back like he's paying attention to it, but otherwise. throné can pet the tail as much as she wants. ]
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she eventually just leans over to rest her head on his shoulder again.]
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Interesting device. Turned you half-Aeormaton.
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A... what?
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[ oh, he wasn't expecting her to be able to feel it either - so he raises his eyebrows. ]
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Lady Throné.
[ Noooo, who allowed this to happen to heerr. 😭 ]
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she looks up at them, and her expression softens a little.]
... Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you.
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[ From beneath their hood, she'll catch a glimpse of red eyes that show that concern even as they offer a small smile. ]
Faring better I hope?
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I don't smell like week old apple cider, so... yes. [you know. it's fine. a beat. and she shows them her leg.] Almost matching.
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[ A light tease, but there is still an obvious worry as their voice grows softer. They glance to the leg before raising their right arm a little, a bit stiffly to do a small comparison. Almost! ]
Nearly there. [ ... ] ..If only we could have avoided such events coming to you and the others entirely. We dealt with a direct mission ourselves just to avoid that and still an anomaly occurred. [ Frowns. ]
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[concern]
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...I'm sure there are bandages here. If you'd like it to be covered.
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[hmmmmmmm holds her breath.]
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nearby, ish. like a cat.
they're not doing anything of particular interest, just texting the other officers on their I.R.I.S. with a phone-sized keyboard in both hands. but they're keeping watch over the group through the holoscreen as their six fox tails flick slowly.
that's all ]
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she glances over at them when they settle. she doesn't say anything, but she does smile just a little, briefly.]