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[spice01]

Evelyn tensed up as they suddenly dived down. As soon as she felt the cogs move she knew he wasn't all human. This raised more questions like how much was machine, and why they didn't just knock her out. She closed her eyes as they seemed to move towards the roof top "There going to kill me" she thought.

[hedgehog101]

(I won't be on until late tonight, but I'm so excite to read through what's happening!)

[Brox]

At the last second the roof slid open and the screamers pulled up slamming down into the net within, they all scappered as Banshee stood of the net releasing Evelyn looking down at her through his goggles as the wings of his glider folded away and the roof slid shut. The walls were with lined with gaslights that filled the room lighting it up. He slid his rifle from his back placing it down next too him.

[spice01]

Evelyn breath quickened. When she opened her eyes she was safely inside on a net. She smiled and laughed revealed. She made her way to the edge of the net. "That was a ride" she smiled over to Banshee "So what are you going to do with me?" she seemed to be happier that she was out of the rain. She shook off her cloak revealing a small bag on her left hip.

[Brox]

Banshee adjusts his bracers, picking up his rifle walking through one of the many tunnels leading out the room towards a cast iron door sliding it open revealing a small officer the walls lined with books and varouis mechanical devices including varouis arms and legs. He placed his rifle and his sword on a pair of empty racks and hung his glider backpack up on the wall keeping his wrist mounted grapple launchers on though as he went and sat at one of the chairs at his ornate wooden desk. "Please sit, and i see its two ways. One I torture the information out of you, or two you tell me what an outsider is doing in the slumbs. "He drummed his fingers on the desk, the leather gloves covering whatever or whatever isnt his hands. He still has his hood up all his clothes no skin showing.

[spice01]

Evelyn stood in the door way refusing to sit. She looked around the room trying to decipher who Banshee was. Telling by the multiple mechanical arms and legs neither his arms or legs were human. He kept his hands and face covered suggesting that those were also mechanical. She put her goggles on her head and wandered around the room. She traced her finger gently over the mechanical things. Her green eyes bright with curiosity. "I dont think you really want to torture me..." this was more of a hope than knowledge "... and It should be fairly obvious why Im here." She turned to look at him her green eyes full of curiosity. "There are only a handful of reasons why I could be here."

[Brox]

Banshee flexed his palm and the hand on the wall reached out to grab her wrist as she traced along it too hopefully catch her by suprise. "You have no idea what Im capable off... And as for why you are here, I truly do not know, noone ever comes to the slums by choice though.."

[spice01]

She flinches as the hand grabbed her wrist. She attempts to shake it off. Not saying anything about it. "... and you don't know what I can do, that's why you let me see the way here..." She moved closer to his desk. Raising her eyebrows slightly "... well your starting to catch on, I did not come here willingly" She was very fascinated with learning about him, she wondered if he needed to eat real food or if he was so mechanical that he just needed oil.

[Brox]

Banshee unclenced his hand whatever radio connected him too the additional limbs making the arm release him. "Sit Im not asking this time. The name is Banshee by the way. And those people in the alley where my gang the Rooftop screamers, since you're new here, you should know who runs this district." Banshee adjusts himself on his seat a little, its clear that atleast some part of him is human as he as to adjust himself to get comfortable.

[spice01]

Evelyn suddenly feels her legs ache from the cold and walking so far. She hesitantly sits down. She stares at his face trying to figure him out. "You all comfy?" she asks noticing him shift in his seat. "...Thank you for helping me..." she says shyly seemingly out of character.