Chapter Seventy-Three - It's Always The Quiet Ones
Chapter Seventy-Three - It's Always The Quiet Ones
"What about... Quiet? No, that's too on the nose hmm? Oh! Lady Shylance? You'd need to pick up a lance for that.
Ah! Just Shy, then?"
--Recording of a conversation between Samurai Grasshopper, and a wall, 2056
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"You good?" I asked before checking my mech's scanners. There were a few living antithesis around, but they were flopped onto the ground, with hefty chunks of their bodies missing, and I figured that the whole 'living' thing would rectify itself soon enough.
I refocused on Shy. My guns were relatively silent...ish, all things considered, but they had shot right next to the samurai and I didn't know if she had ear protection.
If she was shy by default, I couldn't imagine how she'd be if I blew out her eardrums.
Stepping back very slowly let me see the woman a little better. Shy was a thin twenty-something in an all-black outfit wearing something like a long poncho with a hood and a sort of cloak bit at the back. Her suit was armoured from what I could tell. Her face was partially exposed. She had these sorts of large goggles on, which still let me see her wide-eyed stare. Her skin seemed a little strange? Motley. At first I thought she had burn scars like me, but it didn't seem like that. That one thing where people's skin was two-coloured, maybe? It started with a 'v' but I couldn't remember the name.