Post by Ryuu on Sept 22, 2007 11:41:15 GMT -6
The town, dusty, falling apart in some places, but still not lacking in essential technologies and furnishings, was suspiciously bustling, even for a town close to a Cybernetic Center. It had the whole western look from the ancient books that she loved so much. However, beyond that, she was quite hungry.
"Barry, do you see anywhere to eat?" Priscilla inquired.
"No, 'fraid I don't." The large man walking beside her responded. Priscilla sighed deeply. "I could ask someone." Barry offered.
"Please do. I'll wait here." Priscilla sat at the mouth of a fountain in the square. As Barry slowly sank into the widely diverse crowd, she began to look at all the different types of people. While most looked normal, there were a few obvious Abnorms--or Trips--based on how their powers being physically apparent in many ways--spines, auras, and the like. There were even Modded walking around.
Priscilla shifted her metal arm slighty. It had only been a few months since it was adorned on her body, and she still wasn't really used to it. Why, yes, she has grown used to the physical aspect--the particular trait that she could still somewhat feel touch on it surprised her, Barry later explained that it was due to the unique organic metals it was constructed out of--having a monsterous metallic attachment where a thin, dainty arm used to be is something that a mind takes a while to get used to.
The large metal shoulder box extended about halfway up her head, and the pistons and shaft that composed the arm itself extended until her elbow of sorts, where there was a bendable joint(which, thankfully, bent in every direction), past which extended down to her claw like hand which couldn't do anything but remind her of construction equipment.
"I found a place to eat." Barry's deep voice sounded from above her. She looked up at his broadly smiling face.
"Very well." She said, standing. "Lead the way."
Barry turned and strode towards a street, while Priscilla followed silently.
"Barry, do you see anywhere to eat?" Priscilla inquired.
"No, 'fraid I don't." The large man walking beside her responded. Priscilla sighed deeply. "I could ask someone." Barry offered.
"Please do. I'll wait here." Priscilla sat at the mouth of a fountain in the square. As Barry slowly sank into the widely diverse crowd, she began to look at all the different types of people. While most looked normal, there were a few obvious Abnorms--or Trips--based on how their powers being physically apparent in many ways--spines, auras, and the like. There were even Modded walking around.
Priscilla shifted her metal arm slighty. It had only been a few months since it was adorned on her body, and she still wasn't really used to it. Why, yes, she has grown used to the physical aspect--the particular trait that she could still somewhat feel touch on it surprised her, Barry later explained that it was due to the unique organic metals it was constructed out of--having a monsterous metallic attachment where a thin, dainty arm used to be is something that a mind takes a while to get used to.
The large metal shoulder box extended about halfway up her head, and the pistons and shaft that composed the arm itself extended until her elbow of sorts, where there was a bendable joint(which, thankfully, bent in every direction), past which extended down to her claw like hand which couldn't do anything but remind her of construction equipment.
"I found a place to eat." Barry's deep voice sounded from above her. She looked up at his broadly smiling face.
"Very well." She said, standing. "Lead the way."
Barry turned and strode towards a street, while Priscilla followed silently.