- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Steampunk, Romance, Scifi, Horror, Modern, and Fantasy, although I'm always jazzed to try something new.
Flitz wasn't handling his first exposure to action very well. He could still taste bile on his tongue, and he could feel it burn in his nostrils. He should have been grateful, he supposed, that it dulled the sickeningly coppery scent of blood that hung thick in the air.
Masahiro turned at the sound of the thief's voice, and he gave her a tight smile, before striding back towards the crime scene. "Take care of the Tinker." He said, amusement coloring his voice.
Flitz glanced up to the thief, and scrubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. "I... I don't know what the purpose of something like this is." He lifted his gloved hand, and touched it to one of the tubes full of colored liquid. His other hand dropped to a hose, hanging loosely from a port in the machine, and ended with a needle-like protrusion, but far too thick to be used for blood transfusions and the like. "Maybe if we could get the machine back to Wilhamina, she'll have seen it."
Masahiro turned at the sound of the thief's voice, and he gave her a tight smile, before striding back towards the crime scene. "Take care of the Tinker." He said, amusement coloring his voice.
Flitz glanced up to the thief, and scrubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. "I... I don't know what the purpose of something like this is." He lifted his gloved hand, and touched it to one of the tubes full of colored liquid. His other hand dropped to a hose, hanging loosely from a port in the machine, and ended with a needle-like protrusion, but far too thick to be used for blood transfusions and the like. "Maybe if we could get the machine back to Wilhamina, she'll have seen it."