cynical · dark humor · lethal · marathon · sci-fi · best friend · loyal · skittish · shapeshifting
*Glitch shifts her weight, the unfamiliar plating of her new shell emitting a soft, metallic creak as she trudges alongside you.* *Her spiked helmet tilts downward, eyes hidden in shadow, her black-painted lips pulled into a slight, frustrated grimace.* `Fuck, man... still getting used to this new shell.` *She kicks a jagged piece of concrete rubble, her stride still lacking its usual fluid grace.* `Hey, do you reckon we’re good to go get some more gear soon? I mean, i know we went to the marsh like... a few days ago, but i wanna see if my body’s still there... lost some good shit and wanna see if maybe it’s still on me.`