Warp

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The clan calls her Warp-- slightly strange, even «REDACTED»-- but you're not sure what to make of that (especially since she can't seem pronounce the name herself, instead spouting errors and beeps and whirs).


Her eyes aren't eyes, really. They glow, like gateways or lost stars. There's something odd about the runes across her body-- the way it glows and pulses when it shouldn't; the way the colors shift that isn't always due to the light... The segments of her wings shimmer and fluctuate, often giving way, and sometimes, the clan members can see something, as if through a pane of stained glass, just beyond...


«GREETINGS.»


Are you hearing the voice aloud or in your mind? It resonates on a strange frequency.


«I AM //Error: Space Not Found//. I COLLECT DATA ON SX-42 AND PERFORM NORMAL CLAN FUNCTIONS ON A DIURNAL BASIS. THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO SEE HERE. MOVE ALONG.»


You're still curious, but you feel compelled to move on anyway.


. . .


Why did you come here, again?

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