Post by Reyn on Mar 2, 2023 21:32:24 GMT
"You and me both, buddy!" Grim laughed with (at?) the plant-man, "Reckon I must look preeeetty similar to a guy who- I don't know, fuckin' ran a red light at a checkpoint, or something. Only way I could've ended up here."
His eyes met the Captain's as he walked to the centre of the cell, locking on for just a second too long. Those injuries seemed pretty bad. Definitely didn't come from anyone inside the cell, unless this rapid-onset amnesia everyone seemed to be suffering from coincidentally covered up some random act of violence. That didn't seem likely. People in that sort of state didn't tend to wash their hands afterwards, and everyone in that cell seemed clean. Must've been strung up by their captors, then; some show of power to make sure they didn't try to leave. Anyone could tell you that. And anyone could also tell you that captors like that didn't tend to leave their bargaining chip unsupervised for long. It was a position Grim had been in himself.
Which meant they had to act fast, or their ticket out of here was going to be painting the walls a little prematurely.
Grim nodded to himself, turning towards the friendship circle in the middle. It was like he always said; when in unexpected and stressful situations, always make sure people are on your side! Seemed the only other sucker dumb enough to take Bebop's word was the Minth, Elith- which was weird, because she seemed like the more level-headed one. Oh, well. She was sitting in the right spot for him, at least. It was like he always said; right hand for organics, left hand for mechanics! Bone snaps better than metal, and metal zaps better than-
"Oh, my name?" Grim shrugged, "Gray-Revision Industrial Mechanoid. Call me Gray."
Oh, actually, maybe he should start going by Gray.
He took Elith's left hand in his right, gripping it a little too tightly as he lowered himself to the ground. He smiled in apology after. Sometimes, a machine like him doesn't know its own strength, y'know? Got their motors still calibrated for working whatever asteroid mine they were exiled to- it was the same story for most industrial-types. No wonder they were all off their chips on Static- can't even hold your partner without crushing them like a metal-rock. Can't even adjust your own settings, the fucking tyrants. At least Grim didn't need to--
"--right."
He smiled and loosened his grip.
"So, uh... you guys seen the new Star Obliterator sequel? It's, uh..."
He shrugged.
"I mean, I guess it's better than being here."
His eyes met the Captain's as he walked to the centre of the cell, locking on for just a second too long. Those injuries seemed pretty bad. Definitely didn't come from anyone inside the cell, unless this rapid-onset amnesia everyone seemed to be suffering from coincidentally covered up some random act of violence. That didn't seem likely. People in that sort of state didn't tend to wash their hands afterwards, and everyone in that cell seemed clean. Must've been strung up by their captors, then; some show of power to make sure they didn't try to leave. Anyone could tell you that. And anyone could also tell you that captors like that didn't tend to leave their bargaining chip unsupervised for long. It was a position Grim had been in himself.
Which meant they had to act fast, or their ticket out of here was going to be painting the walls a little prematurely.
Grim nodded to himself, turning towards the friendship circle in the middle. It was like he always said; when in unexpected and stressful situations, always make sure people are on your side! Seemed the only other sucker dumb enough to take Bebop's word was the Minth, Elith- which was weird, because she seemed like the more level-headed one. Oh, well. She was sitting in the right spot for him, at least. It was like he always said; right hand for organics, left hand for mechanics! Bone snaps better than metal, and metal zaps better than-
"Oh, my name?" Grim shrugged, "Gray-Revision Industrial Mechanoid. Call me Gray."
Oh, actually, maybe he should start going by Gray.
He took Elith's left hand in his right, gripping it a little too tightly as he lowered himself to the ground. He smiled in apology after. Sometimes, a machine like him doesn't know its own strength, y'know? Got their motors still calibrated for working whatever asteroid mine they were exiled to- it was the same story for most industrial-types. No wonder they were all off their chips on Static- can't even hold your partner without crushing them like a metal-rock. Can't even adjust your own settings, the fucking tyrants. At least Grim didn't need to--
"--right."
He smiled and loosened his grip.
"So, uh... you guys seen the new Star Obliterator sequel? It's, uh..."
He shrugged.
"I mean, I guess it's better than being here."