[center][h2][color=aqua]Mia and the Rook[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=aqua]"Ah! Sheri-Er, I mean, Miss Sheriden!"[/color] Mia had known the undead woman for a while now, although she personally felt that they could have met on better terms. Perhaps without the Rook throwing Sheriden's car at the nearest monster. With Sheriden in it. [color=aqua]"Werewolf, huh? I doubt it'll be much trouble for the Rook. Being made of metal does provide a few immunities to those sorts of curses."[/color] She blinked, nodded, then rearranged her priorities and turned back to Shiina. [color=aqua]"Miss Shiina, I'll take the, ah, Rules of Nature. And I wanted to put in that I'm willing to support for the Black Goat mission. When I finish this one."[/color] 

As for Zane's inquires at the giant robot, it didn't even flinch as he made his badly veiled threats, instead preferring to watch opponents that would actually provide it trouble. After a few seconds, it came to an even better conclusion to show its disdain. The Rook's head didn't make a sound as it turned slightly, metal 'lips' slightly parted and the shining steel blades that it used as teeth gleaming in the light given off by the storefront. A moment passed in perfect serenity, the fore-arm mounted heat-blades still hissing in the evening air. Then the giant robot spat. 

A trickle of pure, honest-to-goodness AB negative blood squirted out from the depths of the metal creature's head, splashing with unerring accuracy toward the top of Zane's head. It's business with the pskyer finished, the head returned to the standby position of watching the powerful aberration Lucille, making certain to note any movements for a sign of weakness.

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