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Red Spice Whisper
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His powers, whatever they are, are genetic. You wouldn't find his strains viable otherwise. Besides, the way he's dressed hardly seems to suggest technology. No, whatever his powers are, they are biological in nature, and you hunger for the genetic sequences that cause them. Still, open confrontation would likely end... badly. You need a more subtle approach, at least this time.
You slip your arms into the sleeves of the coat, feeling the roughness of it against your skin, and as you stand you let yourself stumble slightly. Mr. New York is quick to steady you, wrapping his arms too closely around you for simple worry over you. Nor does the smirk he give you suggest his motives are pure. Still, it serves your purpose. You cling to him, as if truly unsteady and taking comfort in his embrace, even as your hand slips into one of the pockets on the lab coat, looking for something you can use as a weapon. Your hand closes around a pen, and though it isn't much, it'll have to do. Now to wait for the right moment.
He leads you out of the room and through corridors, your hand in his, and you take in the result of his assault on this place. Metal doors, reminiscent of blast doors, are ripped from their hinges, robotic machines are scattered across the various floors, some torn apart and others ripped limb from limb, some still sparking from the conflict.
"Doctor Revile's creations. I don't know what he was trying to accomplish with you, but whatever it was, it was certainly new for him. Don't worry, we'll get you patched up."
You make a noncommittal noise, more interested in what's around you, and possibly picking up something better than a pen to try and kill him with. You're musing are interrupted by the sound of movement, metal on metal, to which you and Mr. New York react to within the same moment. Fortunately for you, whatever it is seems to have little interest in you, instead tackling the hero and sending them both to the floor. He shouts something unintelligible before kicking the thing off him and scrambling to his feet.
The thing lands roughly but is back on its feet quickly, facing off against the man before it. It looks like a robotic construct made of a shiny whitish metal, roughly human in height, though perhaps slightly shorter. It's appearance is feminine, in so much as the curve of its body shape, and even its face could almost be described as an approximation of a woman's face. Still, while there is no emotional expression on its "face", its "eyes" glow red, and it clearly does not harbor any good will towards Mr. New York.
"Damn, thought I'd taken care of them all! Stay back lady! I got this!"
You pause, considering your options. This is clearly a creation of Doctor Revile, has to be. Whatever it is though, you can't know if it'll even know who you are, or if it'll attack you after its done with Mr. New York, or even if its going to win. Still, this is a significant distraction. If you struck now, or when the machine attacked him, you'd likely catch him by surprise, and would have a good chance to defeat him. Or, you suppose, you could simply watch things play out.
>Stand back
>Attack Mr. New York
>Wait, then Attack
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