Suddenly, terrifyingly; Angies radiotelepathy disappeared. At first she was sure the system had been hacked or cut off. But as the woman turned she began to freeze in her tracks. She felt an odd sinking sensation and a moment passed before she realized that the feeling hadn't been mere imagination. She could actually feel the the cold metal of the cell floor under her feet. Shaking now, Angela raised a trembling had up to her eyes. What she found was not the smooth metallic teal that had become so familiar to her, but instead her bare, milk chocolate colored skin. Her deep black brown hair hanging about her neck and shoulders and down her back in all the tight little braids she kept blunted with colored cloth at the ends.
And the draft was just terrible.
The up side to this seemed to be that the metal that she'd replaced her blood with was only kept from it's primary armor functions. She was not, in fact; dying a quick vibranium induced death. Didn't stop Angie from hating the entire situation though. Her mouth became a hard line as she scanned the walls, trying to ignore the social discomfort of her nudity.
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Date: 2012-09-18 05:18 am (UTC)And the draft was just terrible.
The up side to this seemed to be that the metal that she'd replaced her blood with was only kept from it's primary armor functions. She was not, in fact; dying a quick vibranium induced death. Didn't stop Angie from hating the entire situation though. Her mouth became a hard line as she scanned the walls, trying to ignore the social discomfort of her nudity.