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thunk
Heisenberg’s knife stuck into the wall, adding a new whole to the patchwork of photos and diagrams pinned to it. He hated waiting. He hated waiting here.
shinnk
He knife pulled free from the wall with a gesture and returned to the lord’s hand. Every passing minute brought a new idea of how he was fucking this all up. Yeah, dear little sis seemed to be on his side, seemed to hide the same kind of disdain for their loving Mother, but what if she didn’t? What if she was playing him and was gonna turn around and report his disloyalty on the eve of his life’s work going into action?
thunk
He threw the knife again. It stuck firmly in Miranda’s forehead. He’d handle it if things went south. He liked Maddy a hell of a lot more than the other lords, but if it needed to happen...
shink
The knife pulled loose and returned again. Heisenberg flipped in from handle to blade as he thought.
He really hoped it wouldn’t come to blows. He didn’t want to take her out. Allies were in short supply here. Heisenberg didn’t have much longer to think it over before all the familiar sounds of a visitor in the Factory broke his train of thought. Sturm revved loudly, blades grinding against the walls the held him as he hopelessly tried to fling himself at the intrusion. “Shut the fuck up down there! We’ve got family over. Have some manners!,” Heisenberg shouted towards the construct’s prison. The lord’s demeanor softened quickly. He holstered the knife and offered an apologetic smile at Maddy, one that said “what can you do?” like the owner of a rambunctious dog. “Don’t mind him. Doesn’t know how to act around guests,” Heisenberg gestured, drawing a metal chair from its place against the wall. “Have a seat, sis. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”