|| Da sweatdrop Crap. Sorry. ||
Aeon would poise momentary. His achromatic oculars shifting to a narrow set of optics. The white prevalent gaze watching the robot methodically.
Shlling.~
His right arm now lay still, appropriated across his torso his elbow rest atop the bar as his digits loosely gripped the hilt of his sword. The blades tang facing reversed to one traditional grip, extending from the bottom of the hand like one would hold a dagger. Much used for the short swords slashing capabilities rather then its stabbing methods as originally projected. However, no marks bare witting to the hunk of scrap that motioned before him. Nothing to witness, if anything his slicing method had missed. Internally, well, that was a different story. And electrical pulse would have been been slung from the blade arcing trajectory, frying the mechanical contraption by an unknown energy source that had obviously sustained itself as an elemental adherence. And electrical current passing through the entirety of the bot and back out it's other side. The wooden back boarding of the shanty seemingly burnt to a crisp. The stained black paint peeling from this obliterating form of energetics and smouldering somewhat. Black tendrils of smoke lurking skyward up the surface of the wall. No doubt slightly toxic due to the comprised vapours that formed it.
Aeon peer up at the robot, his eyes penetrating the machines metallic hide. Searching thought it's damaged, if effected or not holstered, internal structure. Seeing how it was capable of functionality, or terms of repair.
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View subject to owner’s interlunations.
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His blank white eyes deciphering the co-ordinates of the room about him. The location of every individual around him. Not so much for the appropriation of battle, yet for the current rate in which the occupants of the room might try, if they might, to instill vengeance upon his acts. With his elbow on the bar top, he'd pivot around on his seat towards who ever else bare witness to him.
"Whom here has heard of The Venom Signet?"
Pointing his sword out towards the room, extending his arm with eloquent stride.
"You sir (Rosa). Have you ever thought of expanding the circumference of your measure? Perhaps this... Shanty could become infamous. Gaia is rallying troops. Do you wish to heed the call, test your mettle as it were?"
He's voice held nothing in the way of excited speech, melancholy linguistics speaking in a drow monotone voice.
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