Enyo Typhos
Control
[member="Amara Zarides"]
Enyo grumbled about the continued trolling, but held her tongue. Amusingly, Siobhan was a little self-conscious about her height, though less tetchy about it. It was one of the reasons she insisted on wearing impractical high heels. Her back and feet would not like that.
"I prefer the quiet to a messy crowd of people bleating and quaking all their feelings at you. Besides, some are more lively. Vess can be...nice when you get to know her." Enyo's double entendre was entirely unintentional. She was not making innuendo about the mechanical tongue.
They walked down the corridor for a bit. It looked as dull as before, but there were no more scratches. Finally they reached a door to a room that seemed more relevant than others. Perhaps there was an exclamation mark above it, like in certain hologames.
"There we are. That's your new bedroom," Enyo announced. She removed a key card from her pocket and swiped it at the console. The door opened with a hiss, revealing a utilitarian, Spartan room. Archangel was raising its Force clones in a monastic way.
Enyo grumbled about the continued trolling, but held her tongue. Amusingly, Siobhan was a little self-conscious about her height, though less tetchy about it. It was one of the reasons she insisted on wearing impractical high heels. Her back and feet would not like that.
"I prefer the quiet to a messy crowd of people bleating and quaking all their feelings at you. Besides, some are more lively. Vess can be...nice when you get to know her." Enyo's double entendre was entirely unintentional. She was not making innuendo about the mechanical tongue.
They walked down the corridor for a bit. It looked as dull as before, but there were no more scratches. Finally they reached a door to a room that seemed more relevant than others. Perhaps there was an exclamation mark above it, like in certain hologames.
"There we are. That's your new bedroom," Enyo announced. She removed a key card from her pocket and swiped it at the console. The door opened with a hiss, revealing a utilitarian, Spartan room. Archangel was raising its Force clones in a monastic way.