A/N: *Kicks door open* I'M ALIVE!
Let's make this short and sweet: I was deathly ill, now I'm slightly less deathly ill but I can type so let's get this party rolling.
Updates: Still hectic and unplanned, and chapters are getting kicked back into editing since we never finished that ordeal. Be patient with me since I literally have not writen anything since my previous update almost a year ago.
Response to Guest: Funny how you would ask right as I'm typing up a chapter, hmmm?
Beta: None! Unabridged GK is the worst.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the colorful, literary rainbows I barf onto OCs.
Chapter 205: Obviously
Marian stared at the clear, what-she-assumed-was-glass box in front of her, ribs aching, chest bleeding, head throbbing and throat scratchy. The container was about half the size of her house and the opening was tilted towards her. To say she was not impressed was an understatement, but Knock Out's expectant gaze told her that a different reaction was expected of her.
"It's... Very clear." She offered, tenderly pushing her hair out of her eyes. The bun her hair was in was spilling everywhere, proving to be ultimately useless.
The mech rolled his optics and his smooth voice drolled out, "Obviously."