42-Low Key
Post date: Nov 30, 2011 12:30:53 PM
"The Polynomials are approaching," Elly remarked, watching the exterior video feed. "Should we do something?"
Circe gestured vaguely as she flipped between other monitors. "No, they'll simply get caught in the net. I'm more interested in tracking down your Directrix."
"Not mine. I'd have more than one anyway."
"You know what I mean! Wait, there she is..." Circe paused the video. "Somehow she got into Hyper's section! She must have hidden, and we passed right by her!!"
Elly lifted an eyebrow, still observing the action outside. "Interesting. One of the girls out there isn't polynomial blonde... and isn't wearing a bow."
"What?!" Circe snapped her gaze over to see what Elly was talking about. Her eyes went wide as she spotted the brunette. "Back to the lab! Quick!" She added a few choice curse words under her breath as she grabbed for her cousin's arm.
"Now, now," Elly chastised back. "I'm coming, no need for any other low cuss."
