[ There's a palpable shift in the air, something thick and heady, when those footfalls echo through the corridor. When that cigar smoke wafts through the air, lingers long enough in their brief exchange to reach his nostrils. And even on first glance it's easy to see: whatever, whoever, is flanking this woman isn't in their right mind. They gurgle and twitch, eyes an unotherwordly neon, different from the kind they're used to seeing in Night City. Mods are common, but this isn't quite that.
David turns to look as Maine is already smacking his arm, because typical David is typically distracted, something he's already slipped back into with him here. After all, it's easy to let someone else take the reins and pretend he's a fresh new runner starting out.
(And in those precious seconds he unwittingly saved his own ass from Silco robbing him blind.)
There's a drag of Lucy's own cigarette when the largest of them steps forward, David flanking his side and Dorio the other. She exhales, the smoke billowing out in an anxious cloud that lingers in front of her (an obstacle that could get in Silco's way if he isn't careful). There's something scary in seeing something he can't understand, and it grips him when he stares hard at the glowing green emanating from their blades. He thinks there's something wrong with these people. And what's worse is he genuinely can't tell if this is someone's doing (their memory?) or if they're real. His eyes flare red at the same time Lucy's does, a silent communication transpiring, their eyes all eventually flickering in different intervals.
He surmises it isn't quite cyberpsychosis, either, that much they all agree on. Cyberpsychos would've already started shooting, stabbing. Yet Sevika cants her head and they wait at attention, linger by her side with a type of attentive unease that makes David's eyes harden. The two eldest, on the other hand, accept the unspoken challenge, this invitation, and they don't quite grin, but they do change stance, one of them brandishing a gun (a gaudy futuristic type of shotgun, held proud in only one mechanical hand — Maine's).
He thinks of Pilar before he thinks of himself, in this moment. Apparently, so does Rebecca, because without any preamble or thought behind it, she raises her shotgun to aim it square at the helmet of one of the creatures and fires — ]
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David turns to look as Maine is already smacking his arm, because typical David is typically distracted, something he's already slipped back into with him here. After all, it's easy to let someone else take the reins and pretend he's a fresh new runner starting out.
(And in those precious seconds he unwittingly saved his own ass from Silco robbing him blind.)
There's a drag of Lucy's own cigarette when the largest of them steps forward, David flanking his side and Dorio the other. She exhales, the smoke billowing out in an anxious cloud that lingers in front of her (an obstacle that could get in Silco's way if he isn't careful). There's something scary in seeing something he can't understand, and it grips him when he stares hard at the glowing green emanating from their blades. He thinks there's something wrong with these people. And what's worse is he genuinely can't tell if this is someone's doing (their memory?) or if they're real. His eyes flare red at the same time Lucy's does, a silent communication transpiring, their eyes all eventually flickering in different intervals.
He surmises it isn't quite cyberpsychosis, either, that much they all agree on. Cyberpsychos would've already started shooting, stabbing. Yet Sevika cants her head and they wait at attention, linger by her side with a type of attentive unease that makes David's eyes harden. The two eldest, on the other hand, accept the unspoken challenge, this invitation, and they don't quite grin, but they do change stance, one of them brandishing a gun (a gaudy futuristic type of shotgun, held proud in only one mechanical hand — Maine's).
He thinks of Pilar before he thinks of himself, in this moment. Apparently, so does Rebecca, because without any preamble or thought behind it, she raises her shotgun to aim it square at the helmet of one of the creatures and fires — ]
Becca!