Night stood closer to me than the others. I could see how she had various pieces of equipment strapped to her hips, forearms, and back. Grenades, canisters, knives, something that looked like spray paint.
Told ya she had more.
She swatted at the bugs that were crawling around her face and eyes, but her attention was on Tattletale. I could have stood, maybe, but I didn’t want to draw her attention.
When your one of your power’s main uses requires you to talk to the enemy, it certainly doesn’t hurt to know how to make people listen.
“So I was at a loss to figure out how to fuck with you. You’re two dimensional.
Hehehe. Did she come to the conclusion that this is how to fuck with them, or did she eventually Know the one juicy thing about them?
Until I remembered that you left the Empire when Purity did. And when she came back? So did you.”
Ooooh this is probably even better. Through some extraknowlation, Tattle can figure out that these two don’t actually want to be here for Kaiser or even Purity, and work from there.
Night cocked her head a little to one side, listening. Again, she slapped at the bugs on one side of her face.
I can just imagine this as a shot in a cartoon. She cocks her head, the shot lingers on her for a couple seconds and then suddenly her arm comes up very quickly and slaps her cheek on the side she’s leaning away from.
Her face didn’t feel swollen, from what my swarm was conveying. Her eyes were open, blinking closed when a bug touched her eyelash. I suspected she healed back to perfect condition whenever she entered her other form, which would include cleansing herself of any toxins or allergens.
Huh, kinda like the dogs. Interesting. And also very inconvenient for anyone trying to defeat her through violent means.
Night looked down at me. Pale blue eyes.
How fitting that Night would have eyes like the moonlight.
…I’m not hitting on her.
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