We Are Our Avatars XI (Open)

[Kirke]

Ella muttered to herself, wondering how in the hell Tombstone had gotten this advanced weaponry. "[small]Did they pick up some of the remnants of Desperado? I thought all their technology had been accounted for.[/small]"

 

[Silence]

Sarah looked at the corpses in shock. [color=99d039]"That's ... weird in all directions."[/color] she stated.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Reinhardt and Lambda had been following the others quietly, assessing things. Lambda, in the truck, turned away from the corpses and looked to Faa. Reinhard, riding on the back and still in full armour, looked to Ella. "Desperado?"

 

[Outisakanobody]

Such an interesting group. I pay attention to the talk of strategy in the background while asking for some more introductions. "What's your name?" I ask a quite, blond woman I saw floating earlier.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lambda looked to the man in the hat. "Lambda. You?"

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Dr. Leonard Jerome Taner. Call me Jerome or Taner. Lambda...interesting name. Is it like a code name?" I ask over the roar of the truck.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"No, it's my real name. I'm a cyborg." Lambda told the man, stewing over his name. Well, with multiple universes, in a way it was only a matter of time...

 

[Outisakanobody]

"I see. It's...nice. Very unique." I say, not trying to offend. I raise an eyebrow as I pick up on a strange feeling from her toward me.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lambda noticed his look. "Excuse me, I as just thinking about something."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"You're thinking about me. You...think we've met?" I say in an uncertain tone.

 

[Drakmorg]

Nova and Cybil had also climbed into the crowded truck. Nova sat in a corner, with Cybil next to her. The two sat quietly and looked down at the truck bed, not seeming eager to take in the surroundings.

Sylvia jogged alongside the truck, not wanting to risk breaking it with the immense weight of her armor.

"Been a while since I've seen a battlefield like this."

She mused aloud.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"...am I that transparent?" Lambda admitted.
Reinhardt, also in the truck bed, looked to Sylvia. "Same here. Battles have become a lot smaller where I'm from."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"No...Maybe a little. But I'm pretty good at reading people, cyborg or not. That's sort of my job. I'm a therapist you see. A psychologist to be exact." I say, giving out the standard introduction with adjusting my thick black-framed glasses and stroking my bearded chin.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"I see. I am as well, in a way."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"In a way? Don't tell me you're a dirty, dirty psychiatrist." I say with a disgusted grimace.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"I am a specialist counselor." Lambda told him. "I help people who arrive in this world."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"I see. Could you give me that treatment?" I ask, being pleasingly surprised by this.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Of course." Lambda said, cheerily.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Wonderful. Well, no time like the present, right?" I say, matching lambda's enthusiasm.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" Lambda asked.