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[h3][b][color=ed1c24]B O N E S A W[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Location(s)[/b]: Paradox Engine, Simulated Universe #1 (Open Fields, Current Simulation: Unknown)
[b]Mentions[/b]: Driscoll [@Mintz], Cyrus [@Randomness], Shadow Moth [@TruthHurts22], Poison Ivy [@Crimson Flame], Ganon [@ActRaiserTheReturned], and Horus [@Dead Cruiser].
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Mr. Driscoll was so polite~! Bonesaw's smile only widened at his chastisement of the redheads, and she nodded sympathetically to his gripes about unruly teenagers. Skitter and her crew sure had been impressive. It [i]really was[/i] a crying shame they hadn't managed to recruit either her or Big Sister Panacea!

A short pop of displaced air drew Bonesaw's gaze upwards a moment before Mr. Driscoll bellowed a warning and dove at her. Though her body language didn't show it, the abruptness of it all had reflexively opened several vents along her ribs, preparing to eject a cloud of paralytics in response to the sneak attack. It was only her comprehension of his words that stayed her proverbial hand, as an explosion vibrated through her body from the other side of the Forever King. Blinking, Bonesaw couldn't help a charming grin from overtaking her expression.

While she likely could have weathered the damage just fine and put herself back together later, Mr. Driscoll actually tried to save her! Guess him leading "knights" wasn't for show! If nothing else, he'd sure saved her an inconvenient amount of time and resources... and also her dress!

And they said chivalry was dead~!

As Mr. Forever King set her down and turned to face the threat, she nodded with an outward expression of childish determination and observed the enemy herself, the sight of smooth bluish-grey and black steel greeting her in overlapping layers without any clear vulnerabilities... aside from the joints, which were almost egregiously unprotected. Under normal circumstances, that might not be odd, but the fact that she could see the metal almost flexing with the being's movements where it [i]was[/i] properly armored told her that such openings were nothing less than a blatant flaw... almost suspiciously so. Perhaps the limbs could be ejected? [i]Oh[/i], did it have rocket fists?! Or extendable arms like hers?! A moment later, she frowned in consternation at her Passenger's almost lackluster reaction. While she couldn't speculate properly on the internals, it was unlikely anything organic... which really put her in a bind. The only thing she had that might do the job was her Crawler-brand acid capsules.

[color=ed1c24][i]Oh, fiddlesticks! Didn't we already get enough harassment from drones last year?[/i][/color] she whined internally, before tensing, as the probable robot aimed an arm her and Mr. Driscoll's way, unleashing an azure energy blast. Unable to determine who it was aiming at specifically, the young lass saw her best prospects in taking cover behind the only meat shield available, Mr. Forever King, as he deployed a [i]nifty[/i] and knightly-looking energy shield, which held up applaudably well! As the attack died down, Bonesaw heard him mutter a statement of recognition.

Perking up with her smile still unfadingly present, she asked, [color=ed1c24]"Friend of yours? I had someone like that too, a real [i]meanie[/i] who killed Sibbie! Dragon had too many drones too, but hers were [i]way[/i] better!"[/color] Nodding in childish consternation, she pouted and chirped loudly enough for the group to hear. [color=ed1c24]"[i]Hers[/i] didn't have massive weak-points on the joints, for one!"[/color]