under the sea [ISIXIS]

[al]

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The ride had been unpleasant but fairly brief. He arrived at Isixis' hive faster than he'd expected and climbed out into what he supposed passed as a docking bay. It was dry enough and he wasn't planning on venturing any further into her hive without it being drained of water and hopefully somewhat vacated of robots.

He looked down at his hands, flexing them a few times. They reflected the dim lighting of the room, their metallic surface glinting dully. Isy probably wasn't going to like the fact that they were already covered in small dents and scratches, dark blood dried in the crevices where he couldn't clean it out. He tugged the neck of his shirt up further, on second thought all this clothing was probably a good idea. Were he wearing anything tighter the outlines of bandaging would be completely obvious.

He pulled out a phone and quickly sent his matesprit a message over Trollian asking her to drain the hive. And maybe shove her robots in a closet. And make sure Slenderbot was off the premise because so help him god he would smash that fucker's robot face in.

[isixis]

==> NI: Drain the hive

From the master terminal in her lab Isixis saw her matesprit arrive long before he messaged her, using the internal GPS she installed in all of her electronics. The only thing she couldn't track was her infamous Slenderbot, who long ago figured out how to disable the GPS and disappear until he wanted to be seen. He was one of her proudest creations because he was the closest she'd ever gotten to true artificial intelligence. And then he went rogue.

But now she had another creation who had so much potential. Her matesprit, Belial, sitting in the docking bay and waiting. She sighed at his command and pressed the emergency hive drain valve. Klaxons and flickering lights went off all over the hive and the water drained out. Then the peace returned just as quickly as it had started. It wasn't a very long process.

Once everything was set for Belial, Isixis began to worry about other things. She read over her memory log over and over again to make sure she remembered everything from their last encounter. The log was particularly in depth about Belial, now that he was her matesprit. She even had video logs of his first visit. She'd studied them all day, as soon as she saw Belial had entered the ocean.

In the reflection on the monitor she also started fiddling with her hair. It was soaked from being underwater, but she ran her fingers through it trying to make something of it. When that failed horribly, as it always did, she resigned herself to pulling the hood of her sweater back up. She glanced around the lab and shooed all of the skuttlebots back to their nests and readied for his arrival.

[al]

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"Greetings," he said, entering the room Isixis was currently occupying, "How have you been since our last meeting?"

God he was awkward. He had no communication skills outside of yelling and destroying things. He made a quick mental note to maybe work on that later. Maybe try to have a civil conversation with someone. Maybe.