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@lethallyenforcing​ | Cont.

A multitude of sounds resonated from the former merchant. The idle hum of a proto-shield array; the muffled, semi-sporadic, pained breaths from within his helmet; the sounds of machine married to man.

A Corpus. The slick, smooth plates of hardened alloys, the padding of a vacuum-sealed jumpsuit - a setup more akin to that of a mercantile mercenary.

Yet, he didn’t do anything out of aggression. There was no hum of fieldron-infused weaponry, no sharp snapping and crackling of cruel shock batons — he was completely unarmed.

“Pkatk you.” A simple ‘thank you’ in his native tongue, which is followed up by a few bootsteps. Soon enough, he shifts from standing to slumping down against a wall with a short grunt, and the scraping of his augments against the cold, hard wall.

He wanted to rest.

He wanted to think.

He wanted to feel safe. To feel something other than the debt-induced terror and fear of those who bought him out, only to push him into being nothing more than a caged animal due for vivisection.

[zwaartgat]

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There is, of course, a curiousity that comes over his features upon seeing the figure during one of his outings. Though his mind is suppressed in the state of Sigma over Siebren, he can’t help but spare a glance her way. He breaks away from the task at hand to sate his mind, taking a slow and analyzing look at her as he approaches  — but not too closely. 

He doesn’t know her alliegance  —  or his own, for that matter. 

[cephalone-ar]

@lethallyenforcing - Nonverbal RP starters - 🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Are they...trying to get his attention? Do they know there’s something in the Helios Prime?

Well, if they do, there’s no use hiding it. “Yes? Do you need assistance, Tenno?”

...He’s not used to frames trying to communicate with him directly.

[zwaartgat]

@lethallyenforcing | one-liners

“Do you actually think we can get out of here? Really?”

[operatorofsass]

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Blue-clad shoulders heave in a silent rustling of amusement ( oho! ), movement arcing again and again and again. But there is only silence ( … ), the usual space that would be filled with sound growing heavy with its absence. UNNERVING. The silent heaving lasts just a little too long, heaves just a little too hard, to be mere laughter. However, Mesa is not any less amused.

This child, this Tenno, was more right than she dreamed. Unruly, discordant males sometimes proved themselves to be the toughest enemies Mesa had to face.

Korah, opposite of the fellow Mesa in a Nova Prime which she had nicknamed Physics, would smile if she could. At least she still had her wit on her side, something she didn’t plan to lose any time soon. The anti-matter Warframe took a peek around the corner, only to snap back into cover when a hail of bullets rained past. This caused the kavat crouched next to her, dubbed Chicken Wing, to hiss in response.

Honestly? Fuck Froid Bek and his Ambulas project.

“Froid isn’t making this any easier, I gotta make the jump and polarize his pet project.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a statement, she was going to do it, whether the other objected or not.

[zwaartgat]

Metal hand forms into a fist, resting against a cocked hip at such disbelief. As if she would be anything but fine ( HA! ). Her head shakes, tilting into insistence ( of course! ) of her perception. ( ❛ See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was. ❜ )

sentence starters!! | accepting! 

He doesn’t hear her words - she doesn’t speak, not in any type of language he could ever understand ( save if he went and got some of those omnicode upgrades some of the younger generation was sporting, but why would he bother at his age? ) so Siebren simply has to guess what she’s going for by her body language. A cocked hip, a tilt of the head - and after such a fight, he can only assume that she’s being smug at him, laughing at his worried expression.

“How did you–” Siebren looks between her and the rubble remaining from her scuffle - well, truly, a battle - and sees not a scratch on her at all. It’s impressive, really. 

“Thank you?”