:Because its broken: She pouted.
:It won't transfer nanites properly, and it won't absorb much more than what it did on the chair:
She then smiled and lay her head on the table.
:and because its shiny: she said.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
He would shake his head slightly."Seems oddly stupid to play with something such as that when its broken."he sighs slightly putting two earphones into his ears, she would get the impression he was overly bored."Got anything more exciting?"
He yawns slightly."So do I.... but I don't see the cube then doing anything completely useless right now..... Meh..... Probably others would use it as a weapon who knows... so when did you get 'created' or was it some freak mutation with microscopic nanobots.... which I am guess due to its ability to move and reform."
He just shook his head obviously not thinking she was quite 'cute'. "Meh."He would move to get up as he starts to walk out side re-arming his self with two sleek looking blades and placed them in front of him cover after he would grab the 'Peace Keeper' checking it over with his eyes looking for any abnormality in it before strapping it onto his back second to last he got a stand metal plate in which he sliped the two Seraph blades into, sliding it into place over his black before droping out of sight
The man saw the others noticed he was getting worried about what was going on, so he put full interest into what he was doing. He took the three knives and make a triangular stabbing device and used the two spoons to tie them together my a metal bending trick his father taught him. After he was done he had an effective weapon to defend himself.
He sat back and shoved the shiv into his left sleeve and took the remaining utensils and put them in different spots around his body. He the leaned back and watch what was happening once more.
The woman saw what Xylon was doing, and rolled her eyes. Speaking so the whole bar could hear her, she said,
:If you're going to make something to defend yourself, try to make it out of something that belongs to you:
Leaning forward to twist yet another part on the cube, she rolled her eyes again and shook her head.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
The man shook his head at this. He would buy the things later. He got up and walked over to the table where the two people sat. he took a seat from another table and sat down.
"My name is Joachim Liam. May I ask what that thing is?"
:Hmm. What it is? No:
A small smile lifted her face.
:But what it does...:
Pressing a small button on a side of the cube, a beam of red light flew past Joachim's head, burning off a few hairs on the side.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
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