Voltage climbs up the side of the nearest building, and looks around, spreading his wings, his Tesla coil cannon fully charged, and he watches for any situations to take care of, threats to be disposed of.
Khaleesi raises her eyebrows slightly. “Left Brain, huh?” She shakes his hand firmly and glances at the other two. “What brings you two here?” She takes out a small package and lights a cigarette
" we're here to see the wonderful city! " RB says happily
LB snorts " this city has a high gap between the rich and poor and the government is corrupt its a shithole " he says then scratches his head " we were dropped off by scientists " he tells Puck
Khaleesi snorts at RB, then she grins a little at LB’s comment. “I couldn’t agree more.” She frowns faintly. “So did you two used to be one person or something?”
RB nods" yeah then there was flashing lights purple liquid and bam! We woke up on tables "
LB shakes his head " yes we used to be one person but then we signed up for an experiment they put us in a batch of 4467 preserving gel then used a matter perpetrator to make two identical bodies that personify the left side of the brain and the right side of the brain "
Khaleesi raises her eyebrows slightly, then she frowns. “What are they up to?” She mutters, turning to look around for government surveillance cameras.
Khaleesi sighs, a little bored. She frowns, scanning around them. She takes a puff of her cigarette, raising an eyebrow at RB. “Is he always that happy?” She asks LB.
Khaleesi huffs a little. She dropkicks the homeless person when her eyes snag on the glint of a concealed blade being unsheathed. She pins him and knocks him out. She gets up and dusts her hands. “Are you trying to get killed? How long has it been since you’ve been on the streets, anyway”
He watches the street urchin punt a man, and talk to a strange person that seems like two halves of the same coin. He crawls down the side of the building, watching them.
Khaleesi raises an eyebrow. “I meant before the experiment, smartass.” Then she turns to RB, shaking her head a little. She glances at the unconscious man. “Hobos never have good conversational skills unless they’re trying to get something out of you. You wouldn’t have anything valuable on you, would you?”