Quintet regards this new form of... person... with what she feels is a perfectly justified skepticism, inhales deeply— and then thinks better of saying anything about it. Obviously he (it?) was weird from her perspective, but hey guy, everybody's weird. This whole situation's pretty weird, when you get down to it.
So instead she takes a polite glance to one side and says, "Well, that figures. Did that thing just dump everybody around here? It seems kinda..."
Almost on-queue an arc of static rises, dancing, from a nearby electrified surface. It balances for a moment, startlingly real and alive, then sparks and turfs itself on the far side's metallic wall, with an ominous ozone sizzle.
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Quintet regards this new form of... person... with what she feels is a perfectly justified skepticism, inhales deeply— and then thinks better of saying anything about it. Obviously he (it?) was weird from her perspective, but hey guy, everybody's weird. This whole situation's pretty weird, when you get down to it.
So instead she takes a polite glance to one side and says, "Well, that figures. Did that thing just dump everybody around here? It seems kinda..."
Almost on-queue an arc of static rises, dancing, from a nearby electrified surface. It balances for a moment, startlingly real and alive, then sparks and turfs itself on the far side's metallic wall, with an ominous ozone sizzle.
"...Dangerous."