"I suppose I may have come on a bit heavy handed... You must forgive me.. honesty is not common where I am from. Being too trusting just gets you a knife in the back..."
She lets out a soft almost chuckle as she lays back and starts focusing on healing her leg before being blindsided by his question. using my power to form bullets..?? Honestly that might not he a horrible idea... Thanks for the suggestion
"I am armed with two magazines worth of 9mm holopoint so I should be fine, if it's good enough to kill a stoneheart it's good enough to scare off or kill anything that might come after me.. I will be fine Federico.. but.. thank you .. for the concern."
She leans her head back against the mirror a reflection of her standing up in the reflection.
"Go.. find Sunday.. and keep him safe at all costs."
She gives him a small nod and a two finger half salute to see him off. However as he is walking away he looks back at her, Robin's eyes are closed and she's leaning against the mirror still as healing does it's work.
The same cannot be said for her reflection. For just a moment her reflection morphs into a tall black haired man with wings hauntingly close to her own, a black and gold suit adorns his friendly features as a nightingale rests on his shoulder overlooking robin with his half glasses. He looks pleased, very very pleased.
And ....Cut!
She lets out a soft almost chuckle as she lays back and starts focusing on healing her leg before being blindsided by his question. using my power to form bullets..?? Honestly that might not he a horrible idea... Thanks for the suggestion
"I am armed with two magazines worth of 9mm holopoint so I should be fine, if it's good enough to kill a stoneheart it's good enough to scare off or kill anything that might come after me.. I will be fine Federico.. but.. thank you .. for the concern."
She leans her head back against the mirror a reflection of her standing up in the reflection.
"Go.. find Sunday.. and keep him safe at all costs."
She gives him a small nod and a two finger half salute to see him off. However as he is walking away he looks back at her, Robin's eyes are closed and she's leaning against the mirror still as healing does it's work.
The same cannot be said for her reflection. For just a moment her reflection morphs into a tall black haired man with wings hauntingly close to her own, a black and gold suit adorns his friendly features as a nightingale rests on his shoulder overlooking robin with his half glasses. He looks pleased, very very pleased.
after all she was perfect