[ti]Ep 3[/ti]From Out of Nowhere (Closed)
Aug 31, 2021 0:07:58 GMT -5
Post by Dart on Aug 31, 2021 0:07:58 GMT -5
Dart was standing on the ridge, some distance away from Placebo. She'd been careful to stay a bit away from the mech, certainly because she didn't want to crowd the smaller mech as they'd trudged up the slippery embankment, but there was also another reason in the back of her thoughts. After all these years to always stay politely out of leg and arm's reach. She didn't think the mech was that sort, he'd hadn't slammed back into her as she'd fishtailed down on the salt flats. Some mechs wouldn't have thought twice if you encroached on their space like that. They hit, and they hit hard.
She had been knocked nose over tail more than a few times because she'd ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had the dents and scrapes to prove it.
As they waited, she tipped her nose back and forth to catch the air currents. Her tall, scuffed and scarred body was constantly in motion. A twitch of the spoiler behind her shoulders, a sniff, and small sidesteps and shifts of her footing. Her slanted blue optics scanned the horizon and the sky nervously, obviously wary and constantly on the watch.
The landscape around them was jagged. Underneath Placebo's feet, the rocks were iron-stained and brittle. Every time his weight settled on the edges of the stone, it would crumble away under his weight. Thin moonlight silvered off of the glassy stretch of salt spread out below. Their faint tire tracks could be seen from up here, lines of faint shadow stretching for miles.
A few days though and the wind would smooth them over and hide the traces of space aliens disguised as cars.
When Placebo spoke, she spooked and shied a few steps to one side. Dart hadn't been expecting him to talk to her, not at all. Quickly, she dug her heels into the dirt beneath her to steady herself and looked over at him, unsure. The tips of metal behind her shoulders raised in a small, awkward motion.
So...?
The courier wasn't sure for a second if he was kidding or not. But something about his smile, his quiet voice, and most of all- his body language settled her. He wasn't up on his toes, he wasn't clenching his fists or sneering at the situation. His fingers had curled around his forearm, as if he was a professor idly watching what was going to happen to the folks messing around with a cursed archeological dig.
Humor was a way to hide a lot of things. Dart knew that one also from her short lifetime of experience.
Maybe because it felt like a very human thing to do.
She hesitated, and then shook her head.
"I- I don't know, sir."
Her brain helpfully pointed out that she wasn't there, so maybe no one would run out screaming. Then again, they were in Australia. There was only so far you could run until you hit an ocean.
"Er, it's probably better being up here instead of there, though," she admitted quietly.
She had been knocked nose over tail more than a few times because she'd ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had the dents and scrapes to prove it.
As they waited, she tipped her nose back and forth to catch the air currents. Her tall, scuffed and scarred body was constantly in motion. A twitch of the spoiler behind her shoulders, a sniff, and small sidesteps and shifts of her footing. Her slanted blue optics scanned the horizon and the sky nervously, obviously wary and constantly on the watch.
The landscape around them was jagged. Underneath Placebo's feet, the rocks were iron-stained and brittle. Every time his weight settled on the edges of the stone, it would crumble away under his weight. Thin moonlight silvered off of the glassy stretch of salt spread out below. Their faint tire tracks could be seen from up here, lines of faint shadow stretching for miles.
A few days though and the wind would smooth them over and hide the traces of space aliens disguised as cars.
When Placebo spoke, she spooked and shied a few steps to one side. Dart hadn't been expecting him to talk to her, not at all. Quickly, she dug her heels into the dirt beneath her to steady herself and looked over at him, unsure. The tips of metal behind her shoulders raised in a small, awkward motion.
So...?
The courier wasn't sure for a second if he was kidding or not. But something about his smile, his quiet voice, and most of all- his body language settled her. He wasn't up on his toes, he wasn't clenching his fists or sneering at the situation. His fingers had curled around his forearm, as if he was a professor idly watching what was going to happen to the folks messing around with a cursed archeological dig.
Humor was a way to hide a lot of things. Dart knew that one also from her short lifetime of experience.
Maybe because it felt like a very human thing to do.
She hesitated, and then shook her head.
"I- I don't know, sir."
Her brain helpfully pointed out that she wasn't there, so maybe no one would run out screaming. Then again, they were in Australia. There was only so far you could run until you hit an ocean.
"Er, it's probably better being up here instead of there, though," she admitted quietly.