Snippet #1442420

Amebra was as always in his typical routine of being apathetically silent when he had reached the bottom of the mountain, rather than making any real gesture or greeting he simply let his feet pat against the ground with the barely noticeable hints of humming and muted claps of metal, as such the sounds that would generate from his modified limps. He remained still, his arms hidden beneath his large robe while he only kept his back straight enough to stare directly into Gilgamesh's eyes whilst covering his own face from anyones sight except of courses his eyes which shined within the shadows of his clothing like a demon peeking form the darkness below. It was as mentioned before normal for Amebra to be absurdly peaceful in terms of noise, as is the design of a assassin and survivalist based being but today he hardly moved at all, in fact he was barely a thread away from being considered completely mechanical like a robot rather than biological hybrid. His insides did not click or move, his fingers remained still which was properly for the best as such an event normally indicates an attack and that camera nether blink or twisted as it would frequently do so. His feet moved swiftly across the ground, brushing off tiny rocks, mud and sand along with any small bugs unfortunate enough to be in his path. The observers stroll took a minute or two to really come into a reasonable talking distance of his captain being both motionless when digging his heels into the ground upon the ceasing of his movement, the he wields weapon tucked away within the veil of his cloak as he stared forth at him, appearing more as an old man when standing in such a pose with his stick upon the floor and his cowl upon his body.

The automata slowly twisted his neck to face the direction of the Elohim as he stood before them, although it was surprisingly hard to catch exactly what he was looking at, perhaps it was the fact he was no longer making notions of his sight but the fact he simply stared in a direction and also having no kind of iris in his orbs meant he could be staring right past ether of them and they wold be none the wiser although he only gave his sight to the giant for a few seconds before looking once more at the captain. He kept that stance, stubborn in expression like a statue whom knew no other faces and simply bobbed his head up and down in a single hit in obedience with his commander, very quietly replying in his electronic and fake tone "Yes, Sir...I do not require nourishment, Sire. I will move out before hand and report any possible threats..." A tiny glimpse of something else was hidden in his voice this time, normally such a machine would sound neutral or even over optimistic and friendly in complying in its task but this one sounded, lifless, even for an automata.