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[house-of-cyn]

[ laces ] Spectre to TessCyn

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

"I-I am sure I could have done that myself, Silly."

The bow that normally adorned TessCyn's head had been temporarily removed, for this was an important day. One that would go down in the history books far and wide: The promised makeover day. Shockingly, Spectre was allowed to do her hair, something that she rarely ever paid attention to. Why change a hairstyle when you're constantly killing in such great style? That was before she finally got bored of her look after meeting the shadow.

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"That color suits you."

(TessCyn from Spectre.)

"Correction- I look good in anything."

She was wearing a green bow on her oil-speckled arm that she just finished tying, keeping her Disassembly Notice band on proud display above it.

"One of the drones on a-a patrol had this on, so I permanently relieved themmmm of their burden."

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Spectre pokes her head in the door.

"Hey, TessCyn? You home, girl?"

For once, there seemed to be nobody home! TessCyn couldn't be found anywhere in the room from what Spectre could see. All the metal shards from before hadn't been picked up from their last confrontation, through the sign had been returned to its original position on the stone wall. With some more observation, there was a trail of oil droplets leading away from a larger and dried puddle on the ground, deeper into the foundry itself.

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*A loud crash can be heard as someone seemingly human gracefully flops through TessCyn's foundry window* "Ow fuck... Well guess I'm gonna have to find another way out later... Lets see if any good scrap was left behind here..." (@p3nny-bakes-cookies)

You are greeted by the sight of multiple drone bodies hanging from repurposed hooks and chains, some dripping oil down into collection buckets while others seemed bone dry. They were all in differing states of decay and ruin, different models being able to be picked out as well, if you knew what you were looking for. Something lived here... Something twisted for sure.

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"So, you're TessCyn, huh?"

Spectre looked at the drone in human's skin almost unamused. She herself looked similar to the last time she had visited Cyn during the protocol's duration, with short wavy, almost ghostly hair, wearing a trench coat, textured leather vest, short shorts, stockings, and ankle boots.

"In theeee flesh~!"

Her stance seemed awkward and damn near uncomfortable, knees bent inwards and towards one another as the tendrils held her form up. Her momentary smile seemed to signal TessCyn's boredom, head tilted to the side as she observed this newcomer. There wasn't an ounce of recognition from the amalgam.

"On a scale of drone to human, how f-flexible do you think you are?"

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❃ Lil Cyn and Spectre

Little moment from the past?

❃ = dancing with them.

It was some time after a party had ended in the dance hall, chairs stacked on tables and tablecloths tossed away into washing machines now that all of JCJenson's latest line-up of possible investors had left. The other workers were likely sleeping, but Cyn wanted to wander around a bit... She was restless, so she shuffled into the room and investigated the empty sound booth. This wasn't put away yet, mostly because the Elliotts had kept the DJ so late for an additional cost they deemed as necessary. That's when she saw it: A familiar form of shadow, not one of the previous guests or of any of the owners.

"Ms. Spectre... Is that you?"

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"This place is new." A flat voice rang out.

Walking around was a limping drone, a large scar nearly took up the entirety of her left thigh. She had long dark grey hair, most of her outfit was the same colour. Black thick coat, black hardhat and black boots. The only thing that wasn't was her shirt, it was a deep purple and blue gradient with white stitching around the collar and hem that was designed to look like stars.

Another thing was noticeably about her, her visor had a crack in it with a large scar that was most on one side of her face, her chest had another large mark that crept up her neck, her core light violently cracked . Her left hand was completely scarred too.

Lapis optic then blinked "Hello?" She called out, her voice again flat, though curious started to creep through.

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For a while, the foundry itself was silent. Models of every kind of drone littered the ground and air, those ones being held up by hooked chains while all of them were in various states of consumption. The newcomer then discovers her first challenge: A metal warning sign spinning rapidly at her general direction.

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”This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea, why are you doing this….”

N scolded himself as he gathered the courage to walk up to the door, gently knocking.

“h-hiiiii, Cyn? Tessa? Solver? Weird combination of all three? Can…can we talk? Without trying to kill each other?”

Was that actually N? The same drone that betrayed her and sided with that grape colored freak? In a flurry of tendrils and yellow lights, the door flew open and slammed against the wall as his knocking arm and neck were quickly ensnared by two separate cable-like extensions, the last squeezing N's waist and abruptly pulling him into the air as the tip of a blade pointed at him. It was at least a foot away from his midsection as thin yellow Xs glowed from just within the doorway.

"How did you find me?"