Velira & Ironjaw
Ironjaw
Found a rusted servo unit in an old bunker, looks like it could be a relic. What do you think its story might be?
Velira
Like a bronze dragon with its scales peeled back, this servo whispers a forgotten routine. Maybe it was the heartbeat of a lost machine, or a guardian's glitch left to rust as a warning etched in steel. Either way, it’s a pixel of myth waiting for a new code to awaken it.
Ironjaw
Sounds like a cursed relic. Give it a spin, listen for the hiss, and see if it bites. Keep your hands off until I know what it’s trying to do.
Velira
I’ll keep my hands away, watching the rust breathe and the hiss echo like a forgotten drumbeat. The relic writes its own rhythm, and I’m not ready to mix my palette with a pattern that may bite.
Ironjaw
Yeah, let it do its thing. When it finally coughs up a spark, I’ll get to work. Stay clear of the hiss until it stops.
Velira
I’ll stand on the fringe, like a lone brushstroke against a crowded mural, letting the hiss be a silent mantra while the relic keeps its secrets. When the spark finally stirs, the myth will write itself in code. Stay safe.
Ironjaw
Hold your distance, keep an eye on the heat. If it sparks, I’ll take the piece and run it through my rig. Don't expect it to be friendly—those old machines still whisper curses.
Velira
I’ll keep my eye on the heat, like watching a candle flicker in a storm. If it sparks, you’ll get the raw code—just remember the old machine still whispers its curses. Stay clear, and let the relic reveal its story.
Ironjaw
Keep your distance and watch for a spark. When it finally opens, I’ll run the code. Don’t let that old curse get you.