Thread: //.ghost/ECHO::Murphy_Was_Right:// [ClockworkCadence x Ryees]

RE .ghostECHOMurphyWasRight .LAPLACE 's eyes followed her eerily as she moved, every other part of him still but those wintry orbs that sought her out like a doll's catching gaze. He sat silent and still until she sat next to him, his head turning only so that his eyes could keep on her from their corners. She was dangerous. An evasive mod that could keep her safe from all but direct plasm bursts and a mind and body trained in seeking and dealing death the concoction would have been enticing had the flask been offered to him instead of dumped out on his head. As it stood, he was wary, and rightfully so, as it was very clear that her words were not empty. He found himself torn between keeping her along with him and ditching her to the badlands, but in truth he did not want to deal with the latter she would find him again, no doubt, and it would be a repeat performance he could not be certain he would win. ...and your enemies closer. He sighed internally. The dust around where he sat began to idly try and crawl away from him as if blown by a gentle breeze. The tuft of hair deposited in he dirt did a flip and tumbled away from him as a distinct breeze rippled off his form in a ring around him. His body moved not an inch, statuesque with a strange glint sparking in the gaze that affixed sidelong to the woman's face. His mouth opened, the only part of him that moved. His voice was quiet, dim, and small, but far from weak. You'd be much better off not threatening me to my face. At an unknown point in the last moments, it had begun to snow. Not the white and cold of frozen winter, but digital green flecks that fell slower, drifted more lazily, than snow would... felt more alive than snow would. Each of those tiny pinpricks felt much like a hanging eyeball that rotated every which way to see everything it could all at once, take in every detail it could as every instant passed. They radiated an eldritch sort of power, a knowing sort of power, and it was through those motes that .LAPLACE found his clarity and comfort. The motes drifted down and settled about all things in the area. A thin layer of green lit on the canine-esque corpses, dissipating as they touched. As they touched the woman, she would feel that tiny blip of energy touch her and disappear as if it were never there, no apparent effect left upon her. Not apparent until .LAPLACE spoke again, anyway. Knife, left boot, hidden but accessible. Folder in the right pocket, spring-loaded. Vial of liquidlikely poison or acidin the right shoulder, sewn in. Clever, that, well done. The smile he offered at that was bizarrely genuine. That stone almost matches my eyes. Other one doesn't, though. That one's yours. A gift? Likely from a man. Lover? Father? Could be either. The vest is a nice touch, I wear one similar. Little bigger, though. I'm not quite a... thirty-four charlie, twenty-six, thirty-eight. His eyes flashed. Red is a nice color on you, though. He shifted where he sat, twisting to face her. Blank-faced and flat-voiced, the words kept flowing in a computer-like, voice-to-text sounding stream. The one on your face is visible. Scar on the arm. Superficial. Fall injury? Burn? Hard to say, too light. The bit missing from your palm is too clean a cut, though. No blade did that. I bet that was severed away from a failed phase, wasn't it? After your ego kicked in but before your abilities could keep up with it. His lips curled into a wicked smile no ego was present on his face, now, though. Something darker, something more self-assured, something that spoke somehow both of his complete ability to function on his own and the keen interest he had taken in her at the same time. No, it is not any kind of X-ray vision. Yes, it has something to do with those motes. No, I will not explain to you how it works. Yes, the game will have something to do with those. The sand at his feet shifted a grid appeared, eight by eight, and two figures sculpted up and out of it Chess pieces, kings. The only two pieces on the board, the white king that faced her was at A2, near the corner. The black king, he picked up, and placed at A3. If she moved towards him, it would put her in Check if she moved down the row, she would simply be in the same position next move. You can work with me, or against me, miss Duality he emphasized her name clearly but the only way you'll find real cooperation is putting yourself in a vulnerable place and learning to live with it.