forum "Would you rather have wings, or an extra set of arms?" (Closed)

Started October 04, 2022 by @DancingWithMyDemons business

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Six shrugged. "Oh, you never know. You might still."
He noted Joy's dead-eyed glare, and smiled to himself. A small success, that.

"Ooo, what are you going to do to her? Jenna I mean." Ezra asked excitedly. "How will you make her New" He chuckled like someone had just told him a dirty joke.

Joy snorts.

"I may be getting metal wings, but I don't think for a second that I can get out of that cage using them."

She gives Ezra her best glare as well.

"Don't tell me you went insane."

Jenna glared at Ezra, walking across the cage to get closer to him. "What the actual fuck?!"

Ezra looked over at Joy. "What is the point of living if it can't be fun, and the best way to have fun is to make sure nothing is not fun." He then walked over to the side of his cage that was facing Jenna's and smiled running his hands through his hair and flexing at the same time. The scars on his torso stretching painfully as he did so. "I'm just curious Love. What's the harm in asking a question?"

At this point, Joy was learning how to death glare the fuck out of people with her new and improved blind eyes.

She narrows them dangerously at Ezra's genral direction.

"I swear to the Lord Ezra, if you touch Jenna, I will make damn sure you never touch anything again."

Six looks at Ezra, his interest piquing. He starts to laugh.
"Well, someone is determined to have a good time!" He stepped over to Ezra's cage.
"I hadn't decided yet. What do you think, how should I make her new?"

"By leaving me exactly like I am, you psychopath!"

Joy glares at Six as well.

"And don't you even go near her."

Six glanced up, and the sight of the blind girl on the table glaring in the wrong direction from where he stood, as nanotech built her wings, cracked him up. He managed to keep it to small chuckles, though her legitimate belief that she had some sort of power with which to threaten him almost made him bust up.
"My dear, I'm over here." he said between chuckles. He stepped over next to the table, watching the wings slowly grafting onto her arm bones, now that they were hollowed out.

Jenna was torn between glaring at Six and glaring at Ezra, so she ended up switching back and forth.

"I know I'm blind, jackass. Don't remind me." Joy snarls, turning her head in Six's general direction.

Ōn’nyosh was livid that Six had survived his venom, but he couldn’t do much about it. He watched and listened to everything, glaring and mouthing endless curses and insults all the while. He even made a point to flash any obscene gesture he could think of when Six looked his way.

Ezra shrugged at six. "I don't know." He looked over to Jenna and winked. trust me he mouthed after making sure Six wasn't looking.

Jenna stopped glaring at Ezra and instead looked at him with a very confused expression on her face.

Ezra winked again and turned to Six. "Forgive me, but I don't think metal flyes." he said gesturing to Joy. "What are you putting over them?"

Six smiled at him. "You don't think metal flies? Ever seen an airplane?" It wasn't said sarcastically, more like he genuinely believes Ezra was stupid enough not to know.

"The metal is not the thing that flies." Ezra said, offended. "It is just a shell. The part that flies are the motors and engines." He crossed his arms and looked at six.

"Which are made of….?" Six held out to him, like a mother or a teacher coaxing answers from a small child.

Ōn’nyosh paused when he heard Ezra’s question and Six’s answer. He had no idea what an ‘airplane’ was, and he couldn’t ask, unfortunately, but there was something about Ezra that didn’t seem right. He glanced at the young man, eyeing him for a moment, and recognizing a few things about Ezra’s actions. The boy was acting. Nice to know.

While Six wasn’t looking, Ōn’nyosh started to slowly wiggle his hands and feet, alternating one limb to the other. The cage restraints were tight, but he was circus-born, and had learned over the years how to be an escape artist.

After a moment, and still only moving when Six wasn’t looking, Ōn’nyosh popped his thumb out of joint, wincing, and tested if he could slip his hand through the restraint. He only wanted to see if he could. He would bide his time, and wait for the right opportunity to truly escape.

"Alloys." Ezra said slowly. "But it depends on the kind of engine. Some have ceramics." he heard a small snapping sound coming from Ōn'nyosh but didn't turn to look. Bet that hurt. He thought to himself.

"What's the point of talking about plane engines right now? Are you crazy?"

"Sooo… metal. Good job!" Six congratulated him. He hadn't noticed On'nyosh's movements, but the popping noise alerted him, as well as Ezra's brief pause right after.
He turned to look at On'nyosh, his hands held out at his sides in a crucifix position by the metal.
"Sounds like someone is working on an escape."

"You guys are all so stupid." Jenna muttered.

Esra rolled his eyes at six and turned to Jenna. "Only other people can tell you that you're crazy." He shrugged. "So, maybe. do you think I'm crazy? You've known me for six years."