Nyx has been time and time again, through multiple threads of lives, thrown into a world where no true peace was found. One of the life timelines was fought in the wasteland, another one becoming mere grunts against endless tides of hell, while the...
Location: Unnamed wilderness, near the border of Northwestern Kjerag.
POV: Narrator
Nyx is currently taking care of her temporary shelter and office for further resource prospections. The site is a typical wooden cabin with several drone sentries lurking around, scanning and dispatching threats. More mundane protections include barbed wires, tripping mines, and even the occasional ditch with stakes. Looking inside Nyx is hard at work.
She maintains a multi-function communication station near the wall, before moving onto a rack of armaments near her bedding. On the right side, just a step from the double door is where her bike was being parked. Nyx had also set up a communication tower just outside her shelter, strong enough to withstand occasional winds but easy to repair if it snapped anyway... which might never happened due to a gorgeous lady helping her around.
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"... You don't have to do anything you know? I can manage just fine..."
"Define manage."
"That I can place where I need an object to be and know when and where during the occasion of me needing them? Come on, it is not like you're my mother or something..."
The gorgeous lady snorted with bemused exasperation. She can't believe that this is the Grey Serpent when her mask is nowhere to be found; childishly hopeless, dryly snarky, and insists on doing things all by herself using backtalk as a ruse.
"Oh my, really? The very moment I stepped inside, all I could see was nothing but a barely tidied up storage; if not some forgotten dumpster made to hide objects from illicit dealings." The Feranmut moves her hands around a box of spare parts. Several balls of ice can be seen helping around with cleaning too.
"... That's just rude..."
"Oho? Do tell me why you deemed it acceptable to have explosives lying around a barrel of dormant Originium? How can you be so nonchalant to sleep inside such a place...? You're a lady that I had deemed to be capable, so please act like one."
"Jeez, look how lucky I am to have a Feranmut as my Guardian and mentor in ethical concern... Yay..." Nyx's flat tone is enough to highlight her distaste for the matter and can't do much about it; especially since it is true.
"Speaking about that specifically, how could you tell I'm one? Pretty sure my acting was top-notch as a clueless, cute, and harmless lady who sadly got lost in the woods. I was even crying out for help with the best possible scenario of damsel in distress in mind back there..." Nyx is starting to get irritated with Feranmut's teasing and amused grin.
