I live. Had to focus on getting people to do interviews for a paper. Nobody felt like talking. Going to try and catch up over the upcoming weekend and week. Happy upcoming spooksday.
A distant, unpleasant feeling began to well up from it's repairing digits bringing the Bandi to a brief pause. Cocking it's head, it flexed the marred synthflesh and bone, making the sensation flare even more vividly. In the abyss of memory a single thought floated up with clarity, a hand unlike...
Search routines processing request. Search term, "Yield" was not found out of #$*1! results. Activating advancing abdication of alms protocol, enacting quarantine of unrecognized source and mobilizing purity subcells for cleansing.
Demands, cries, and fury all fell into a mute quiet beneath...
Sorry for the absence. Had that delightful experience of 3 different projects coming together at once and demanding immediate attention. Over the hills and back to play.
This was not the ENEMY or even a poor substitute. Their movements were slothful and ungainly if any comparison could truly be drawn between the two. Not foes but suitable material to perform a shakedown of combat algorithms. With a clumsy appearance belying it's grace, Blues shifted it's center...
A tad rusty on the combat, but we'll fix that soon enough. Dice do not favor me this day it seems, perhaps they dislike dynamic greetings?
Edit: How much of the unarmed styles the bandi chose are known?
Combat algorithms sang the bandi's first law as Blues propelled itself through the air with it's charge, claws impacting upon heads to better relocate them into the deck. Pushing off it lept upwards using it's feet to grasp the ceiling vent from which they descended while diagnosing threat...
Cocking it's head at the noise, Blues laughs with the melodious accord of a 6 train pile up. Twisting inwards upon itself the synthflesh contracts into a seething mass of wrath before rapidly expanding expanding with an answering roar to rock the depths of the grave. Leaving dented grooves in...
A click of bone and synthflesh followed by the brief recalibration of visual filters. No more than flame and air the Bandi were gone, yet one still remained. A curious voice lingered, perhaps an echo of yet another ghost in this tomb. Even so there was no time to dwell on the painfully familiar...