Post by Hex on Apr 18, 2015 15:51:22 GMT
The figure looked over to the end of the room, a deadpan expression on their faceplate.
Dio maledetto odio ogni singolo essere vivente in questo universo ... he thought, despising his choice to continue existing in this dimension... not like he had much of a say in the matter.
The accented 'con looked at his bland quarter, a small recharge station... and that was about it, apart from the chair he sat in. He liked it bland, no distractions... just him and his clinically insane thoughts.
"Hey... Hex... signore... look at me..." the voice spoke through Hex' mouthpiece.
"Yes master?" Hex said, not accented unlike his thoughts or master. He lifted his hands to look at them.
"You a speedster, Sì?" he asked, the Italian accent twanging in the voice.
"Yes master..." Hex replied.
"Why don't we race? Speed is divertimento!" he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his faceplate.
"We can't... we need a mission. Maybe to crush that Soul-Flare. We beat him in a race!" Hex suggested to his master.
"Then we KILL HIM! Sí?! Tear out his wiring, from his occhi!" Master spoke, ecstatically.
All his thoughts were Italian, for some reason, Master liked that one of the human accents. They made good cars. They made fast cars. Master liked fast cars. Hex likes them too, but he's not allowed to say it, or think it, otherwise Master gets mad and punishes him... he doesn't like Master.
Dio maledetto odio ogni singolo essere vivente in questo universo ... he thought, despising his choice to continue existing in this dimension... not like he had much of a say in the matter.
The accented 'con looked at his bland quarter, a small recharge station... and that was about it, apart from the chair he sat in. He liked it bland, no distractions... just him and his clinically insane thoughts.
"Hey... Hex... signore... look at me..." the voice spoke through Hex' mouthpiece.
"Yes master?" Hex said, not accented unlike his thoughts or master. He lifted his hands to look at them.
"You a speedster, Sì?" he asked, the Italian accent twanging in the voice.
"Yes master..." Hex replied.
"Why don't we race? Speed is divertimento!" he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his faceplate.
"We can't... we need a mission. Maybe to crush that Soul-Flare. We beat him in a race!" Hex suggested to his master.
"Then we KILL HIM! Sí?! Tear out his wiring, from his occhi!" Master spoke, ecstatically.
All his thoughts were Italian, for some reason, Master liked that one of the human accents. They made good cars. They made fast cars. Master liked fast cars. Hex likes them too, but he's not allowed to say it, or think it, otherwise Master gets mad and punishes him... he doesn't like Master.