Sechs frowned, he really could have cared less for the way the other man shrugged off the whole topic. "Wha-? You don't even know about Tiphares?!" He snapped. Sechs turned his head to the side to shoot a one-eyed leer at the human, "Hmph! I think it's you who's from the wrong planet!"
Keeping his head pointed to the side, the Replica's lip curled into a conceited curl. "Soldiers eh? If they wanted one they could have just asked me." Careful not to agitate his throbbing wrist, Sechs crossed his arms in an insolent manner before carrying on, "Problem with that is... One: I don't work for anyone. And two: I'm too busy winning the Z.O.T.T."
Or at least, he was busy winning the Z.O.T.T. before getting dragged here...
The Replica's arrogant persona crumbled over at the mentioning of what could be happening to his former body. With his eyes widened and teeth bared, Sechs gave the other man his full attention "Wait...what?! Take my Fizziroy body apart!? No-- That model was my best one yet! It didn't come cheap either!" So much for being somewhat calm. The return of Sechs' anger didn't help much with the pain either. His breathing started to pick up as his body tensed. The Replica's sore fingers uncontrollably twitched from the agitation, causing him to wince.
Take people out of their former bodies; stuff them in a prison to observe their actions while making super weapons? That sounded kinda like what Desty Nova would do... But he was an ally! Why would he do that to him? And how? Trinidad took Nova away when he and the others were traveling to Ketheres. But then Alita and Ping took one of Nova's many backup brain chips and made that "Porta Nova" version. Man...how many Desty Novas were there now? Damn this was getting confusing...
From what he learned from Alita, Sechs could only hope that it wasn't a Desty Nova putting him through one of his cruel karma experiments...
Sechs' worried pondering was interrupted when his eye caught something dark-colored on his skin. Looking down at his arm, the Replica found that his wrist had become swollen and discolored. "What a stupid body..." He brooded as he gave the injury a contemptuous leer. Just the thought of being stuck in it made Sechs all the more anxious to get his former body back.
Yellow eyes flickering back up at his rival, Sechs angrily asked, "Who the hell is in charge here then? If it is who I think it is..."
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Keeping his head pointed to the side, the Replica's lip curled into a conceited curl. "Soldiers eh? If they wanted one they could have just asked me." Careful not to agitate his throbbing wrist, Sechs crossed his arms in an insolent manner before carrying on, "Problem with that is... One: I don't work for anyone. And two: I'm too busy winning the Z.O.T.T."
Or at least, he was busy winning the Z.O.T.T. before getting dragged here...
The Replica's arrogant persona crumbled over at the mentioning of what could be happening to his former body. With his eyes widened and teeth bared, Sechs gave the other man his full attention "Wait...what?! Take my Fizziroy body apart!? No-- That model was my best one yet! It didn't come cheap either!" So much for being somewhat calm. The return of Sechs' anger didn't help much with the pain either. His breathing started to pick up as his body tensed. The Replica's sore fingers uncontrollably twitched from the agitation, causing him to wince.
Take people out of their former bodies; stuff them in a prison to observe their actions while making super weapons? That sounded kinda like what Desty Nova would do... But he was an ally! Why would he do that to him? And how? Trinidad took Nova away when he and the others were traveling to Ketheres. But then Alita and Ping took one of Nova's many backup brain chips and made that "Porta Nova" version. Man...how many Desty Novas were there now? Damn this was getting confusing...
From what he learned from Alita, Sechs could only hope that it wasn't a Desty Nova putting him through one of his cruel karma experiments...
Sechs' worried pondering was interrupted when his eye caught something dark-colored on his skin. Looking down at his arm, the Replica found that his wrist had become swollen and discolored. "What a stupid body..." He brooded as he gave the injury a contemptuous leer. Just the thought of being stuck in it made Sechs all the more anxious to get his former body back.
Yellow eyes flickering back up at his rival, Sechs angrily asked, "Who the hell is in charge here then? If it is who I think it is..."