#*♔. — let me be your guiding light ( ic: virgil sydtangen. )

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                       @shoresofacheron​​            /            cont.

She glances towards the stranger with apprehension.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to trust him. She does. She so badly does. She wants a voice in this hellhole that doesn’t belong to her. That psychotic, miserable machine that watches and berates Chell for merely existence.

But every other machine in this place wants to hurt her.

Everything is against her, so why would this one be different?

She looks to her arm, marred with a bruise the size of a small country—the result of falling and not landing on her feet, because the drop had been too low for the boots to correct her, and too far for it not to hurt like hell.

Everything in this place, as far as Chell was concerned, hurt.

But where they are (which admittedly she has no idea where they are, but it's old and derelict), GLaDOS can’t see. She can speak, but she hasn’t. She doesn’t know where Chell is and thus cannot taunt her. Even if this is some sort of trap, GLaDOS cannot make her feel ever the fool for falling for it.

So she nods, but the tension in her body and stance do not leave. She clings to her portal gun like it is her only lifeline (which is almost is, her boots are the other).

Hopefully, he won’t hurt her.

​                    ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  He    doesn’t    look    like    Her.    In  point  of  fact,    he  looks  markedly  different  from  any  of  the  sterile  white  of  the  Aperture  above,    a  world  apart  from  tile  floors    &    clean  smooth  curved  surfaces.    This  machine  is  all  dark  colours    &    earth  tones,    marred  by  rough  jagged  scars  that  expose  metal    &    wires  once  concealed  by  a  plastic  covering,    most  notably  across  the  upper  left  hand  portion  of  his  face,    where  simulated  skin  has  been  broken  off  to  show  the  plating  underneath.    His  voice,    too,    is  not  like  Hers  ;      it's  emotive,      &    coloured  by  a  very  strong  accent.

                          ❝  Right,    then,    sit  tight  just  a  moment.    Or  follow  me,    I  mean,    either  way.    I’ve  got  an  ice  pack  in  an  old  freezer.    Thing’s  still  working,    believe  it  or  not  !!  ❞        He  adds,    pleased  for  the  fact.    He’s  an  animated  talker,    his  gloved  hands  saying  nearly  as  much  as  his  mouth.        ❝  It’s  been  a  long  time  since  any  humans  came  down  here.    Nobody’s  been  in  that  old  break  room  but  me  in  ages.    I’ve  kind  of  had  the  run  of  the  place,    you  know  ?    It’s  not  all  bad.    Little  lonely,    but  you  learn  to  deal  with  it.  ❞

                        On  that  note,    he  turns  away  from  her  to  head  to  the  break  room  in  question,    his  stride  quick    &    purposeful.    He  has  the  walk  of  someone  who  knows  these  halls  very  well,    sure  of  every  step    &    every  room.    

                      It’s  exciting  for  him,    having  somebody  actually  come  down  here.    

                      When  was  the  last  time  a  human  visited  this  place  ?

#*♔. — shoresofacheron #*♔. — let me be your guiding light ( ic: virgil sydtangen. ) #*♔. — if i throw away my face & my form ( verse: virgil. )