Artificially A Human Weapon

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[alilesha-deactivated20150728]

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[a-artificium-blog]

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{{My muse holds a knife to your muse’s neck}}

“State your business here,” Syrith held her energy blade close to the man’s throat. Her eyes were a darkened blue, the lense around them only a lighter shade. They held a sense of seriousness within them, but also a hint of fear. The Synthetic had heard this man wander a bit too close to her. Her increasing paranoia had consumed her violent instincts, making her pin him to the brick wall of a building and bring out her weapon.

jdogdeub

[a-artificium-blog]

She lightly nudged his hand holding the bottle away, shaking her head, "I'll be fine. I've dealt with this my entire life. This is no different from the other times."

[a-artificium-blog]

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{{My muse holds a knife to your muse’s neck}}

“State your business here,” Syrith held her energy blade close to the man’s throat. Her eyes were a darkened blue, the lense around them only a lighter shade. They held a sense of seriousness within them, but also a hint of fear. The Synthetic had heard this man wander a bit too close to her. Her increasing paranoia had consumed her violent instincts, making her pin him to the brick wall of a building and bring out her weapon.

jdogdeub

[a-artificium-blog]

The Synthetic had finally calmed down. The pain in her back turning into a numbing sensation. She let out a sigh and nodded slowly, “I’m okay…. I’m okay.”

[jdogdeub]

He nodded slowly. “You’re ok. You good?” He stood up slowly and looked worriedly at her.

[a-artificium-blog]

"I think so.... My back is kind of tingling now," Syrith sighed once again and kept her gaze down.

[a-artificium-blog]

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{{My muse holds a knife to your muse’s neck}}

“State your business here,” Syrith held her energy blade close to the man’s throat. Her eyes were a darkened blue, the lense around them only a lighter shade. They held a sense of seriousness within them, but also a hint of fear. The Synthetic had heard this man wander a bit too close to her. Her increasing paranoia had consumed her violent instincts, making her pin him to the brick wall of a building and bring out her weapon.

jdogdeub

[a-artificium-blog]

The Synthetic had finally calmed down. The pain in her back turning into a numbing sensation. She let out a sigh and nodded slowly, "I'm okay.... I'm okay."

[a-artificium-blog]

↯ reverse!

{{My muse holds a knife to your muse’s neck}}

“State your business here,” Syrith held her energy blade close to the man’s throat. Her eyes were a darkened blue, the lense around them only a lighter shade. They held a sense of seriousness within them, but also a hint of fear. The Synthetic had heard this man wander a bit too close to her. Her increasing paranoia had consumed her violent instincts, making her pin him to the brick wall of a building and bring out her weapon.

jdogdeub

[a-artificium-blog]

Her breathing quickened. Her body was shaking and shifted around on the couch. Syrith arched her back and let out a sharp yelp when the pain in her back worsened.

[jdogdeub]

He shook her. “Hey, hey! Easy! Wake up hun. I got you.” He tried to wake her up as calmly as possible.

[a-artificium-blog]

She woke with a start, gasping and panting. She stared up at him with wide eyes. Realizing it was his, she calmed. The pain in her back ceased slightly.

[jdogdeub]

He gently rubbed her forearm. “There you go, easy.” He sighed in relief when he realized she was awake. He spoke gently and tried to keep her calm. “You’re ok, I got you.”

[a-artificium-blog]

Syrith sighed shakily. She shifted a little away, not like she could move much considering she was on the couch. She curled up in a ball and whimpered quietly at the pained nerves in her back.

[a-artificium-blog]

I want to see what NSFW headcanons you have for my character. Go on anon if you’d like. Be as graphic or as vague as you want. If I like it, I’ll accept it.

[a-artificium-blog]

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{{My muse holds a knife to your muse’s neck}}

“State your business here,” Syrith held her energy blade close to the man’s throat. Her eyes were a darkened blue, the lense around them only a lighter shade. They held a sense of seriousness within them, but also a hint of fear. The Synthetic had heard this man wander a bit too close to her. Her increasing paranoia had consumed her violent instincts, making her pin him to the brick wall of a building and bring out her weapon.

jdogdeub

[a-artificium-blog]

Her breathing quickened. Her body was shaking and shifted around on the couch. Syrith arched her back and let out a sharp yelp when the pain in her back worsened.

[jdogdeub]

He shook her. “Hey, hey! Easy! Wake up hun. I got you.” He tried to wake her up as calmly as possible.

[a-artificium-blog]

She woke with a start, gasping and panting. She stared up at him with wide eyes. Realizing it was his, she calmed. The pain in her back ceased slightly.

[thebrokenphantom-deactivated201]

"A Ghost, am I right?" She eyed him for a moment, studying the clothes he wore, "I have seen a couple of you around. Your faction sparks interest."

“If I had a nickel for every time I heard that…who exactly has their interest sparked this time ‘round?”

[a-artificium-blog]

“Name’s Syrith,” the woman gave a nod in greeting, “There’s so many of you running around. I thought you Ghosts were meant to be some kind of secret.”

{{ thebrokenphantom }}

[thebrokenphantom-deactivated201]

“That depends on what you mean by secret.” Logan never confirmed or denied his involvement with Task Force Stalker. The name Ghosts could of meant anything.

[a-artificium-blog]

"Some kind of Spec Ops? No point in hiding it, anyway. I am aware of what you are and what you do. My old faction was secretive as well. Keyword: was," Syrith crossed her arms over her chest. {{ thebrokenphantom }}

[a-artificium-blog]

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{{My muse holds a knife to your muse’s neck}}

“State your business here,” Syrith held her energy blade close to the man’s throat. Her eyes were a darkened blue, the lense around them only a lighter shade. They held a sense of seriousness within them, but also a hint of fear. The Synthetic had heard this man wander a bit too close to her. Her increasing paranoia had consumed her violent instincts, making her pin him to the brick wall of a building and bring out her weapon.

jdogdeub

[a-artificium-blog]

Her breathing quickened. Her body was shaking and shifted around on the couch. Syrith arched her back and let out a sharp yelp when the pain in her back worsened.

[thebrokenphantom-deactivated201]

"A Ghost, am I right?" She eyed him for a moment, studying the clothes he wore, "I have seen a couple of you around. Your faction sparks interest."

“If I had a nickel for every time I heard that…who exactly has their interest sparked this time ‘round?”

[a-artificium-blog]

"Name's Syrith," the woman gave a nod in greeting, "There's so many of you running around. I thought you Ghosts were meant to be some kind of secret." {{ thebrokenphantom }}

[deceitfulcharmer]

"Now I am not one to be cheery and such... Or really risk going near something as large as yourself. But I've dealt with scarier things," Syrith planted a couple of gold stars onto Megatron's leg because she's too short. Probably a death wish. But you only live once, right?

⊰ ✶ ⊱ —— “Must you stick those to me?” he asked, exasperated. The adhesive would remain on his plating for far longer than he would have liked.

[a-artificium-blog]

The Synthetic shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest, "I don't see why I shouldn't. I just found those lying around. I couldn't just not use them."

[a-artificium-blog]

{{outofupgrades; Just a doodle of Syrith. Colored only with three different blues that actually don't look different at all >.>. }}

[a-artificium-blog]

{{outofupgrades; Waaay out of context here. But I felt pretty proud of this despite the fact it looks like a 3 year old did it. My therapist suggested I painted abstract stuff based upon emotions. I was a little frustrated and stressed out this morning and yesterday. So, I did this. I used red, dark red, and black acrylic paints.}}

[a-artificium-blog]

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{{My muse holds a knife to your muse’s neck}}

“State your business here,” Syrith held her energy blade close to the man’s throat. Her eyes were a darkened blue, the lense around them only a lighter shade. They held a sense of seriousness within them, but also a hint of fear. The Synthetic had heard this man wander a bit too close to her. Her increasing paranoia had consumed her violent instincts, making her pin him to the brick wall of a building and bring out her weapon.

jdogdeub

[a-artificium-blog]

Her breathing quickened. Her body was shaking and shifted around on the couch. Syrith arched her back and let out a sharp yelp when the pain in her back worsened.

[a-artificium-blog]

↯ reverse!

{{My muse holds a knife to your muse’s neck}}

“State your business here,” Syrith held her energy blade close to the man’s throat. Her eyes were a darkened blue, the lense around them only a lighter shade. They held a sense of seriousness within them, but also a hint of fear. The Synthetic had heard this man wander a bit too close to her. Her increasing paranoia had consumed her violent instincts, making her pin him to the brick wall of a building and bring out her weapon.

jdogdeub

[a-artificium-blog]

“The pain is only when I have the nightmare. It’ll go away after I wake up… At some point,” she sighed and glanced up at him, “and.. I’ll try getting some rest.”

[jdogdeub]

He nodded. “Alright. Good, you need sleep,” he gestured to the couch. “I’ll stay here and keep watch.” He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out.

[a-artificium-blog]

“Can you stop smoking those things? You’re gonna end up killing yourself,” why did she care? Programming, she assumed.

[jdogdeub]

Dogma sighed and put the pack away. “Alright…I won’t smoke them. However, if these are what kills me then I’ll consider myself a lucky man.”

[a-artificium-blog]

“Yeah. Sure,” she rolled her eyes, going back to her old self. Syrith sat on the couch then shifted to lay on her side.

[jdogdeub]

Once she laid down he picked his rifle up and looked towards the doorway. Everything seemed fine to him. He kept his eyes on Syrith to make sure she didn’t show signs of a nightmare.

[a-artificium-blog]

The Synthetic's eyes changed to a dark hazel color, the lense around them flickering away. She closed her eyes and curled up. It had been so long since she had actually slept. Almost a week, she believed. That couldn't have been healthy.

Syrith slowly drifted off to sleep. Nothing had happened for a while. It seemed peaceful for once. That was until the pain in her back started up. She released a soft and shaken whimper.