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[b]Date/Time:[/b] [i]November 11th, 2022. 6:10 PM.[/i]

[b]Location(s):[/b] [i]Redline PRT Headquarters[/i]
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No. Fucking. Way. 

Beverly's attention towards the energy sword-maker was instantly snatched away the moment Jane emerged once more. Not that you could tell it was her though, until she spoke up. It was....No, Beverly didn't have words for it. How could she? Her eyes couldn't help but soak in every little detail they could scrape from the make of her armor. It looked so....Solid. Built to last, to withstand. Nothing like what she had ever made, which broke so quickly, always designed for fleeting moments of action. There were no interlocking plates, or vulnerabilities in the design to speak of; not the barest crevice to strike, barring the necessity of mechanical joints, flexing and moving the limbs as naturally as she would her own. 

Bev stared like a deer in the headlights, unable - or perhaps unwilling - to break contact. It was so amazing, so [i]disconnected[/i] from anything she herself had ever made, and that just made it more of a sight to behold. She could envision it in action; power and speed in one unit, like an artificial Brute, breaking through obstacles and casting foes aside. By the time she realized what was happening, it was already too late. With a contented sigh from seeing such a marvel in person, she swooned, dropping like a sack of potatoes to the ground with the resounding 'clang' of the steel case cradling her back.

Fashionista, for her part, was in too much shock just watching it happen to even react.