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The more things change, the more they remain the same.

She had hoped to get in more words to follow up on their answer to her question but she was spoken over as the discussion quickly turned towards thinly veiled attempts at seduction. Props to her colleagues for their flexibility but it was neither the time nor the place for that. The only real other merit was from her brief mentions of machines utilizing electric brains. This got her mind racing as to what possibilities such a thing implies. There was so much to learn from this place and yet she was naught but a proverbial child standing before the window of a sweets shop, tantalizing lures set within yet stuck unable to do anymore than watch before they are drug along by the arm off far from their heart's desire.

And thus she continued along after their meal, off to where they'd be staying for what qualified as 'night' in this subterranean locale. A single room with a single bed. How... Communal. While others might have more a more inter-personal/social dilemma regarding this her biggest issue was simply the lack of back support. Trypano honestly preferred to sleep while sitting or reclined, having spent many a night doing so while studying late into the evenings. Rather than join the others she slept with her back up against the metal wall, off the central platform where the rest had chosen to sleep.

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Though it seemed their sleep was to be interrupted. Nine certainly hadn't been fully truthful with them, that much was obvious. For a species that claimed to detest death it seemed like they were quite familiar with it as they were marched as they seemed to conclude their plan and march on out to the armory. [color=crimson][i]Seems this sort of conclusion is inevitable if people actually bother listening to Benedetto at any given point. How annoying.[/i][/color]

Clad in snake armor which only seemed to loosely fit them, at least as far as their upper torso's were concerned. Even the weapons while designed for hands of a similar make to theirs were differently spaced based on the length of Sirrahi claws versus their own human fingers. Given these factors she decided to pick the weapon with the lowest skill curve out of everything presented. She didn't need to be overly familiar with either firearms or blades to lean on this tool's proposed 'highest fire rate' to compensate.

Once they exited the aura of effect these devices they used to cancel their magic it felt like feeling was returning to an intangible limb. At last she could start to feel the world as it had always felt to her, like it was meant to feel. Being a blood child she leaned a great deal more than most on her ability to understand the world through drawing. Already she was taking samples of the rock around them to better understand it's composition, to allow her to manipulate it like clay in the vast, multi-present hands that is her area of influence.

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Already the snakes were lining them up as troops to assault the keep of their enemies, something so utterly human in circumstance it was as funny as it was pathetic. Still, Penny needed to be counted among those of theirs who return lest she be forced to admit her failure in keeping [i]two[/i] members of their team alive, let alone the one.

[color=crimson]"Nines, seeing we are already assisting in the extrajudicial assault on your opposing faction's facility, using weapons we're far less familiar with than our opponents, then even if you're required not to tell us how these [i]emitters[/i] cancel out our mana functions could you at least tell us what the emitters look like so we're able to distinguish them? Perhaps even let us know what barriers limit their spread? Do walls even stop them or do they cover a designated radius?"[/color]

She levied her pointed questions to their reptilian host while simultaneously shaping the rock below up, using binding to reshape it into a waist high barrier for her to mount her gun upon. It was rather short for her, forcing her to kneel behind it in order to brace her gun properly, but her chest height was head height or possibly taller for the majority of her own colleagues and she intended for this barrier to serve others use as well, not just herself.

Waiting on their answer she waited to see what came from their facility, what targets might approach as well as what armaments they'll be returning fire with. With eyes narrowed but ever the still weary not with physical fatigue but a fatigue of patience for this mission she watched for a target to test this new weapon on.

Because Sirrahi surely [i]detest[/i] violence right?

What a joke.