Snippet #790

A wind kicked up just then, causing the Nanos that compiled his armor to send readouts into his Optics, telling him in detail what the air was comprised of, the various scents lingering, even trace remnants of the Vampire-terrorist. Most of all though, it told him that the wind was something worth experiencing. Without another thought, and since there was truly no immediate danger, Ikor sent a silent command to the nanites controlling the Helm of his suit.

At once, the blackness began to roll away from the crown of his head, falling below his eyes, nose, and finally resting at the level of his chin. Silver hair fell down around his shoulders, and then just below them, the thick locks appearing almost wet and stringy. Eyes that had closed while the mask was falling opened, the orbs so blue as to almost appear white, though they began to gain darker pigmentation almost at once. His skin, at first pale almost to sickliness, began to take on color as the sun washed over his exposed flesh.

His back arched slightly, face lifting to the twin suns of this strange, isolated world, letting it was over him even as the wind caressed his freed skin. He came back to reality, though the smile that had been painted across his full, blood-red lips remained, even as he turned to Vlos.

“It will only be for a bit, sister,” he said, knowing she would say something about the removal of even a partial bit of his armor. Already he could feel that sense of completion rising up within his core, seeking to cast down the remainder of the Nano-Suit.

“As to your question,” he continued, smirking a bit. “I assume it will be around the time you cease to leave nothing but debris in your wake, creating a trail even a Worker could follow, half blind and limping.” This caused him to laugh, long and hard, a sound never truly hear while within the confines of his armor.