Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27356783-20190917015248/@comment-26892768-20190919013624

And some distance away from the three, another portal opens, dropping off a grand total of two people rather than one. Gasp.

The first is a rather curvaceous woman dressed in a rather revealing black dress, as well as some nice looking white leggings and gloves. Well, glove. She can only wear one because her other arm is replaced with a grenade launcher. Adding to that mystery is the black hat/veil combination she wears that completely conceals her face, save for her gray hair...huh. An indication that she's older than she looks, perhaps.

The second is a bit more unusual - a tall, lanky robot dressed in a fancy suit with...unusual proportions, to say the least. Seriously, this thing's height is 70% leg, and the arms reach to the knees easily. And it's also a cyclops. Really, what is this thing even?

The woman gets up first, adjusting her hat as she looks around the place warily...then the robot jerks itself up, its arms going around in circles for a moment as it tries to balance itself before it gets on its own two feet, allowing it to dust itself off and adjust the small hat on its head.

"Well, I'll say, that was a rather dreadful fall! Very unfortunate, wouldn't you agree?" The robot speaks in what can best be described as someone's attempt to make a phone assistant British, looking at the woman as it finishes.

"Unfortunate is not the right word to use here." The woman tensely replies. "Deliberate is more accurate."

"How so? If you don't mind me saying, I don't really see how anyone could possibly cause that rather peculiar rip in space-time." The robot comments.

"Trust me - when you've been with the Medici as long as I have, you'll start to realize that there are far more supernatural forces at work than anyone can bother to count..." The woman replies, eyes narrowing as she takes a step forward, her eyes constantly on the move.