Seeing how the drones suddenly turn back to normal, Nyaru stops sustaining the ball, letting it loose and covering the surroundings with a hail of debris.
(@Robits) Nyaru: That's better. You've learned your manners at the last moment.
He then turns back and rejoins the crew along with Hastur.
No Name then turns towards Quartz with a wry smile.
(@Quartz) No Name: I said that I like my job.
(@Longram) Nyaru: ~giggles as he traces Longram with his gaze~ Now I'm not that sure in your gene purity. There's definitely something of a magpie in your strains.
(@Rhyme) Nyaru: Some robits have just broken loose, but everything is settled now. For a while. A pity.
(@Quartz) No Name: Sometimes when I don't deal with junk. Y'see, my part-time job is assassinations, though I'm not glad to do it. At all. But this time? No deaths, plenty of shooting.
edited 30th Aug '16 7:42:02 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Six: Think we should try to make our way back?
-to Quartz- They seem like dumb AI. They're smart, but they're just programs - they're not truly conscious.
edited 30th Aug '16 7:44:58 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Road Kill
-Coms are still down quartz-
Brain dead
-Thankfull though the technicans brain is sucked back into there body by some complex mechinisims-
-Wordlessly they look at you-
-Then the police units-
-And head to the server room-
edited 30th Aug '16 7:29:41 PM by Imca