There doesn't seem to be much of a destination in mind, but the machine's strange behavior isn't wholly senseless. It staggers through the snow without direction, but where the trams are it still stops to look both ways at the tracks (the trams are not running; in this storm, are you kidding?), and it takes the bridges instead of risking the icy rivers.
As of certain developments, that exposed blue-white core is polluted with some manner of sticky black sludge, once anchored firmly to the machine's internals and now...rotting? Fading? It hasn't pulled away, but nor does it seem to be clinging properly.
There is a gust of wind and swirling snow, and with it a strange sound from the machine's too-large legs that sends it into the foggy mist...
...The voice that comes from Mairi's left is, perhaps surprisingly, very human-like, with a feminine aspect; low and husky, like a lifelong smoker's. "You're going to catch your death of cold, macrobiome. Why are you following me?"
The threat would be more threatening if she didn't sound so lost.
A Wholeass Cleric May Be The Best Possible Tag-In On That Prompt I'm Vibrating
As of certain developments, that exposed blue-white core is polluted with some manner of sticky black sludge, once anchored firmly to the machine's internals and now...rotting? Fading? It hasn't pulled away, but nor does it seem to be clinging properly.
There is a gust of wind and swirling snow, and with it a strange sound from the machine's too-large legs that sends it into the foggy mist...
...The voice that comes from Mairi's left is, perhaps surprisingly, very human-like, with a feminine aspect; low and husky, like a lifelong smoker's. "You're going to catch your death of cold, macrobiome. Why are you following me?"
The threat would be more threatening if she didn't sound so lost.