She scratched her head for a brief moment, messy strands of hair poking out through her fingers. That outpost can't have grown legs and just up and left, can it? No, not possible, she reasoned- she didn't leave any protocol of the kind then. If she headed this way, perhaps—There's locals here, from the sounds of it. Arguing too-definitely speaking something she could understood. Briefly, her hands reflexively reached for her holster before she pulled it back, deciding against it.
Quickly, she headed over to where the pair is with a hand up there, hailing the two as her eyes momentarily widened at the zombie-person.
"И-Извините! E-Excuse me!"
всегда веренA small girl is quickly approaching the two- under her teenage years from the proportion and height. But she is loaded to the gills with all sort of doodads and mechanical contraptions on her person, with an eerie mask hanging off her belt
and a rather curious metal rod on her back, tethered to her person by means of a strap that goes across her chest.
"W-Well...uh-y-yes, you can say that I'm one..."
She gave a polite cough, as she bend over briefly and caught her breath. "H-Have you seen...a-ah...u-uh...a-a...grey, con-grey triangular building? L-Looks shiny, might be a bit...on the large side. A-A lot of metal towers that jutted out from the top of it."
edited 20th Mar '17 8:18:22 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда веренThe mecha is big, easily several stories tall if it weren't sprawled out like a drunk on the sidewalk outside the bar. even in the dim light of the evening, it's easy to tell that it's a horrid black shade, oddly reflective as if it was made of obsidian.
The German word for cruel is grausam.
It is pronounced with a deep, hard, guttural "g" and followed by a slow inflection upon the rest of the word befitting the movement of spilled molasses in January. The sight of the mecha is almost indescribably vile, a machine made purely to cause as much damage as possible before it itself was taken out.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]"Whoa...whose is this?"
"Gray triangular building...?"
-The genie girl puts a hand to her chin
as she racks her brain-
"Can't...say I have, no. Sorry."
"Same here, kid. Sorry 'bout that!"
edited 20th Mar '17 8:19:46 PM by Randomman5

Eires sat on top of their mecha, cigarette slowly burning away in their loose fingers.
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