@phaseshift-exe
Well, crap. This wasn’t the first impression Gaige was hoping to give the neighbors. She’d just been fiddling with some scrap she’d found in the junkyard, trying to build a new weapon system for Deathtrap to supplement his now less-than-imposing stature; her experimentation thus far had lead to the prototype stage of a tiny missile launcher to mount on his shoulder. Outdoor testing had gone a bit...chaotic, though, and one of the projectiles ended up breaking through the window of the townhouse next to the one she was currently living in. Based on the layout of her own building, she guessed it was the lowest bedroom in the house.
Thank god she hadn’t loaded it with any explosive or otherwise dangerous components yet- all that had landed in the building was an empty shell. That meant she could just go to the front door and apologize for the property damage as opposed to running away from the burning building and fleeing to another planet to escape the law. Again. She rapped on the door a few times with her metal hand, stepping back and standing with a sheepish expression and posture about her. The initial apology ran through her head a few times before the door started to open up, so she figured she’d be set. “Hey, I’m Gaige, I live next door...I may’ve accid-”
Her words caught in her throat. Bright green eyes widened as they met one pale blue, the other obscured by long, dark hair that had been pulled to one side. Upon the rest of the face, a complexion that seemed even more void of color since the first and only time they’d met in person. A dumbfounded expression locked on the young mechromancer’s face for a few seconds before she mentally slapped herself, regaining some of the nerve to speak once more.
“Oh. Hey, uh...Angel?”
It was less making sure it was her name- that was one she wouldn’t forget, for better or worse- more that she was making sure she wasn’t already losing her mind and seeing people who weren’t actually who she thought they were.
