A pair of eyes watched M2 carefully from behind a pair of shades. Analyzing as many details as they could.
-@crawling-circuits
it was one of the few times it had been allowed out of the Circus; a decent disguise had been fashioned out of an old hooded cloak and a bit of borrowed wax. It would be hard to clean out of its servos later, but the machine had seemingly deemed it worth it for this particular outing. Odd, given that it wasn’t doing much other than being a vaguely unsettling annoyance to the general populace. A little too tall, an odd gait… it attracted more than a few stares. If it weren’t for the shine of the wax that had been mushed on poorly-hidden metal joints, someone might assume it was just some tall guy with a limp.
As of now, it had been following some poor soul for a while… someone who noticed the sheer oddness of its form and was clearly spooked enough to try to avoid it… and therefor spooked enough to be considered prey for the Circus.
it had fallen into quite the routine. for an animatronic originating from utah, it knew these streets well. It knew what it was doing to this poor, condemned sap… it seemed to be enjoying it, almost… or as much as a being who’s brain is made solely of servos could enjoy much of anything… it had definitely learned some of these behaviors from the other members of the Circus.
…it seemed aware that even as it was following this man, it too was being followed by something… and seemed to be putting up a more interesting, convincing act for whoever was watching it. Best not to let a performance go to waste…
