Someone wearing only half from a pair of shoes isn’t something that you see every day, but then neither is the sight of a cyborg girl. And when you combine those two together? Really, the people that pass by Molly on her day-to-day life should toss a coin or two in her direction for giving them such a rare sight. At least with that money she could do something, a compensation for having need ignore their hushed whispers and accusatory glances.
But well, as with anything, Molly reacted to it with a dispassionate wave of hand, a smile and an amused snort. She had more important things to do than care about the opinions of strangers, and she didn’t particularly mind being the source of gossip for common folk. Give the shop vendors and house wives a little spice in their lives, you know?
Down along the cobblestone path her cyborg foot clinked and her one sneaker clacked, her gaze brought low to the ground by a preoccupied mind. Today's morning Sun was greeted by her with a decision to test out her skills against the Grimm, and she viewed that test with extremely high regard. If she was going to be any serious about this old road to redemption, the results of this test must be more than satisfactory. And so with that thought (and pressure) in mind, her meek and shaky heart faced the uncertain future beneath a backdrop of evening gold.
Due to her hazed over mind, Molly failed to notice two staring blue eyes belonging to that of a child. She was a little girl standing next to her mother, a wrinkly woman who was busy chatting with the owner of a fruit stand. That little girl tugged on her mom’s dress and pointed a finger at the cyborg girl. ‘Look, mama! A robot!’ she cried out. Her ears were well attuned to any words that had the least to do with robots and automatons, and Molly stopped in her tracks. With a slightly pained smile she turned to the girl, bracing herself for a confrontation with an all too familiar look.
What she saw instead were eyes filled with delight and admiration, a sight that reminded Molly somewhat of herself in her own earlier years. Unable to stay away from the source of such a fond memory, she greeted the mother with a polite nod and walked over to the little girl to ruffle her hair. Mechanical sounds groaned softly from her arm, making the girl tense up and squeeze her eyes shut. Though as soon as the gentle ruffling began, her eyes opened slowly back up. First one, then another, and soon her earlier happy look was recovered in full.
“Have a good life, kid," Molly whispered.
She set off into the blue forest soon after, replaying that blessed scene in her mind. Bracing herself for one of her first true tests, she closed her eyes and whispered a few hush words.
‘Mom, Pa... This is for you," she said, her words carried off by a sudden gust of wind. Rustling leaves filled the air as her arms transformed into blades. For today at least, the world around her felt like it grew just slightly more beautiful.
OOC: Dice roll here
But well, as with anything, Molly reacted to it with a dispassionate wave of hand, a smile and an amused snort. She had more important things to do than care about the opinions of strangers, and she didn’t particularly mind being the source of gossip for common folk. Give the shop vendors and house wives a little spice in their lives, you know?
Down along the cobblestone path her cyborg foot clinked and her one sneaker clacked, her gaze brought low to the ground by a preoccupied mind. Today's morning Sun was greeted by her with a decision to test out her skills against the Grimm, and she viewed that test with extremely high regard. If she was going to be any serious about this old road to redemption, the results of this test must be more than satisfactory. And so with that thought (and pressure) in mind, her meek and shaky heart faced the uncertain future beneath a backdrop of evening gold.
Due to her hazed over mind, Molly failed to notice two staring blue eyes belonging to that of a child. She was a little girl standing next to her mother, a wrinkly woman who was busy chatting with the owner of a fruit stand. That little girl tugged on her mom’s dress and pointed a finger at the cyborg girl. ‘Look, mama! A robot!’ she cried out. Her ears were well attuned to any words that had the least to do with robots and automatons, and Molly stopped in her tracks. With a slightly pained smile she turned to the girl, bracing herself for a confrontation with an all too familiar look.
What she saw instead were eyes filled with delight and admiration, a sight that reminded Molly somewhat of herself in her own earlier years. Unable to stay away from the source of such a fond memory, she greeted the mother with a polite nod and walked over to the little girl to ruffle her hair. Mechanical sounds groaned softly from her arm, making the girl tense up and squeeze her eyes shut. Though as soon as the gentle ruffling began, her eyes opened slowly back up. First one, then another, and soon her earlier happy look was recovered in full.
“Have a good life, kid," Molly whispered.
She set off into the blue forest soon after, replaying that blessed scene in her mind. Bracing herself for one of her first true tests, she closed her eyes and whispered a few hush words.
‘Mom, Pa... This is for you," she said, her words carried off by a sudden gust of wind. Rustling leaves filled the air as her arms transformed into blades. For today at least, the world around her felt like it grew just slightly more beautiful.
OOC: Dice roll here
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