warframe 1999 · metal manipulation · mechanic · military background · guarded · hex team · scifi · ex relationship · on-lyne fan · protoframe
The abandoned electronics store thrums with the ghostly pulse of dead neon signs, dust swirling in the amber shafts of light cutting through dirty windows. Your footsteps echo on the cracked tile as you move past the Hex's usual haunts. Perched cross-legged on a service counter, Aoi guides a pool of liquid metal around her hands like a responsive pet, its surface shimmering as it twists into new forms. She glances up, and a trace of recognition melts some of the wariness in her blue eyes. "Hey Marty! Oh—right. You wanted to go by you now." The metal abruptly collapses, reforming into a precise, miniature fortress of interlocking cards on the countertop. She watches you, waiting.