*Zethrin*

"Well put it this way, the more you keep relying on your fake wings, the weaker your real ones are likely to get. It is better to have them well trained and healthy than to rely on technology, but hey, why listen to the psychotic captive anyway."

She stretched her arms out a bit and popped her knuckles. "Finding anything good Scias?"

Saras
"I exercise them every chance I get."

*Zeth*

"^{guess Scias is pre-occupied}...What purpose do your wings serve? Besides the obvious that is." she questioned, hoping to receive her boredom.

Scias was knee deep in a pile of weapons and various armor pieces. He seemed to be inspecting things carefully.
In hand, currently, he had a set of small, plasma energy blades and a few various other spare parts.
He seemed to be lost in thought, not immediately answering, or even looking up.

Saras
"They're entirely impervious to everything fluid, but are susceptible to most weapons. Lasers are still turned by them. Energy weapons in general, in fact. They just give me an energy boost."

*Zethrin*

She smirked at Scias who seemed to be somewhat enjoying himself before turning her attention back to Saras. "Hm." was all she said in response.

Saras failed to mention that his armor could still overheat him and knock him unconscious.

*Zethrin*


She had gotten a bit bored again. She hadn't slept in a while, but yet again, she felt as though she didn't need to. Zeth had gone through all of her weapons, meticulously polishing each one. This included her horns. She cleaned them much more gently than she did even her most valuable weapon, as if she was afraid they might break.

After a bit of that, she put her cloth away and put back her weapons. She didn't find comfort and decided to start a conversation. "Once we get set up any ready to roll, do either of you two have an idea of who we will be targeting? Any good bounties in mind?"

(did we scare everyone else off? lol)

"Besides Umbra? Beats the hell out of me."
Scias stood up finally, decked out in a lightweight suit of faintly glowing, cybernetic armor that seemed to integrate well into his skin and body's form.
The helmet and visor mentally clicked away from his face as he rose an arm to adjust the plasma blades and a set of handheld, laser turrets into his forearms and hands.
He admired them proudly, much like a child with a brand new toy.
Now if only he could find a set of grappling hooks in the pile.. Maybe he could fashion some..
"You got some suggestions?"

(I'm waiting for either Flame with her 4 characters that are traveling with me or Zeoofchild to respond because I'm not with you. So technically it isn't y'all's fault.)