[Despite himself, Adam jerks his head around at the sudden appearance of... Someone who looks to be even more augged up than he is. Ogre is what comes to mind – illegal in his world outside of national armed forces and sanctioned PMCs, ogres were so extensively modified that the UN classified them as lethal weapons rather than people.
But if this guy's an ogre, he's a little on the small side. No less capable, though– not the way he'd managed to escape his attention so completely. There's a conflicted mix of wariness and interest in the way Adam holds himself as he turns away from the assorted stuff in front of him to face the cyborg.]
Depends on how generous your definition of a bowie knife is. [He's only sort of being flippant. Adam gestures at a pile of sharp objects that may or may not be intended as knifes; after minutes of careful deliberation earlier, he'd decided that only their creator knew the answer to that question.]
i have enough of them to build a metal gear of my own now!
But if this guy's an ogre, he's a little on the small side. No less capable, though– not the way he'd managed to escape his attention so completely. There's a conflicted mix of wariness and interest in the way Adam holds himself as he turns away from the assorted stuff in front of him to face the cyborg.]
Depends on how generous your definition of a bowie knife is. [He's only sort of being flippant. Adam gestures at a pile of sharp objects that may or may not be intended as knifes; after minutes of careful deliberation earlier, he'd decided that only their creator knew the answer to that question.]