[ out of the blue, a message goes out. most of its intended recipients are missing in action, unable to answer much like she had been. some messages get bounced around, sent to unfamiliar names and handles. either way... u up? ]
@byteme hello world
→ power supply
[ she should be used to this by now. the loss of tremors through her veins, an unexpected stillness, nothing threatening to rip her apart from the inside out. in its place, a glow; construction and capability where destruction used to reign supreme.
it still takes her by surprise, though... for a minute. until better instincts kick in, and she remembers what she's good for.
( it's survival. )
find her in a tucked away corner of a black market, recently trimmed hair tied loosely behind the nape of her neck as she works. she's not shy, not subtle; the blue glow is evident from a few stalls away, and her too-casual commentary to passersby is absolutely not a whisper. ]
Does it look like a magic show? [ there's a bark to the words, a near-sharpness, but the edge is replaced by an almost-laugh. a puff of air. ] What do you need?
[ a sword? a shield? a life-size replica of your long-lost love, private parts included? just say the word. ]
→ yolo, etc
[ throw whatever you want at me, it's been a hot minute. ]
daisy → aos
→ power supply
→ yolo, etc