Worship is walking with a sleeping apifite in her arms towards the nuclear plants
After a ways of walking, you notice a chain link fence in the distance, razor wire wound over the top. Something resembling a gatehouse sits in the fence, with a metal divider connected to it separating the power plant from outside the fence. A robot sits inside the gatehouse, coldly staring off into the distance.
Worship simply attempts to pass the gatehouse
Apifite awakens, “elelo” -0- he’s sleepy still
"Hello sleepy bee."
“Helllo, mah robot freend” [[ literally me in the morning ]]
"Hello," She smiles
“Your voice is like, really pretty”
"Thanks, i chose carefully."
“You chose your voice? That’s so coooooooll” amazed sleepi bee boi intensifies
"Yes, we all got to. My line was quite popular back in the day."
He smacks his lips “worship, right?”
"Yes, thats my line of bots. I'm the 3rd made actually."
Apifite slowly becomes more awake as the sun rises
Worship uses her thumb to wipe slep sand out of his eyes, "Though now i'm one of the only ones left. An antique in my old world."
“Wow, so you’re one of a kind?”
"You could say that. I am one of the unique ones. The further down the line you go, the more simplistic the personalities and possabilities"
“That makes sense, there’s only so many combinations and if some of them get exhausted then the possibilities lessen” he continues rambling, he has now fully awakened
The robot smiles, "Well, that and they started to make them more in line with eachother. Me and the first two were experimental, and as such we were.... lifelike in a way." She says, seeming to recall it in her memory banks
✨ “You’re amazing” his eyes sparkle ✨
She makes what sounds like a giggle, though do to how her voice works its a bit off, "Why thank you apifite."
[[ I wanna take off apifite’s gloves to show someone and he says “I have venom in my nails :D” and like weeks later someone annoys his enough and he stabs someone’s arm with his nails and they’re arm immediately starts swelling ]]
he just smiles
*.....I LOVE IT*
Worship sits down with him still on her lap as they wait to get inside
[[ THANK YOU HIS NAILS ARE BLACK AND POINTY ]]
“I was raised in a lab”
*FUUUU- I love it*
"I was made in a factory." She nods
[[ same tho ]]
“I was also an experiment”
"So we both are artifical."
“Yeah, I suppose so… I’m honestly surprised I’ve lived as long as I have already”
"My body has kept up well over time."
“I’ve already lived past what was expected of me”
"You are a bee, so considering you seem to be atleast 12, then that would make you older than any bee's i know of."
“Worker bees have a lifespan of 30 days” he pauses “I’m 17”
The kenku nods, and pours you an ale. They then point up to the pricing on the menu above them: three silver.You notice that the kenku has a large hole in their upper beak, as if caused by some injury.
The genasi fishes out four silver, the extra one as a tip for the kenku. "Thanks. Who're you? And what happened there, if you don't mind me asking?" He gestures to their beak. "I'm Ruhan, by the way."
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The kenku solemnly nods, before pointing to the poster on the back wall: The Hyde Co. one with several knives stuck into it.
"This Hyde Co. hurt you?" Ruhan asks.
Another nod, and they push some of the feathers on their left arm back to reveal what looks like burn marks: In the shape of a barcode.
They quickly cover the mark before anyone else notices, and they immediately go back to tending the bar, acting like nothing happened.
Ruhan frowns. He doesn't like the sound of Hyde Co., and leans in, not trying to act suspicious though. "Where can I find these people?" He whispers.
"...7... ...8..." They speak in a different voice than before, but this one sounds hoarse and scratchy: As if they was saying these words for the first time, in their own voice.
"7..... and 8? 78? Oh, city 78?? Um, which one are we in right now again?"
The kenku nods again, before repeating what they said before. "7... 8..." They speak this time with a fraction more clarity, as though they were getting used to saying these words for the first time.
"They're here?" He rubs the hilt of one of his shortswords nervously. "What should I do?"
"Well," You hear a voice at the bar beside you. "you got three choices: Try and run, hunker down somewhere, or fight for your life."
The voice in question seems to be coming from the man sitting two bar stools away from you. He looks to be a human of average height. His short brown hair looks like he just got out of bed, but almost seems to be styled to look that way. He wears dark casual clothing under a black leather coat that extends about halfway down the bar stool, and you see what looks like a mask peeking out of one of his (many) coat pockets.
"Sorry. I couldn't help but overhear what you guys were talking about."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You are a bee, so considering you seem to be atleast 12, then that would make you older than any bee's i know of."
“Worker bees have a lifespan of 30 days” he pauses “I’m 17”
"So 206 times longer than the average bee."
“I’m scared I only have 13 years left…”
"I'm sure you have much more. 30 year life spans are good even then." She says in a reassuring tone
He sniffles and looks at worship teary eyed “I don’t wanna die”
*poor little bee :(*
As the two of you approach the gatehouse, the robot inside raises its head and stares at you. There seems to be a device on the booth that is meant for some sort of key-card.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You are a bee, so considering you seem to be atleast 12, then that would make you older than any bee's i know of."
“Worker bees have a lifespan of 30 days” he pauses “I’m 17”
"So 206 times longer than the average bee."
“I’m scared I only have 13 years left…”
"I'm sure you have much more. 30 year life spans are good even then." She says in a reassuring tone
He sniffles and looks at worship teary eyed “I don’t wanna die”
*poor little bee :(*
As the two of you approach the gatehouse, the robot inside raises its head and stares at you. There seems to be a device on the booth that is meant for some sort of key-card.
Worship sticks her hand in the device, and trys to use that to get in
"You are a bee, so considering you seem to be atleast 12, then that would make you older than any bee's i know of."
“Worker bees have a lifespan of 30 days” he pauses “I’m 17”
"So 206 times longer than the average bee."
“I’m scared I only have 13 years left…”
"I'm sure you have much more. 30 year life spans are good even then." She says in a reassuring tone
He sniffles and looks at worship teary eyed “I don’t wanna die”
*poor little bee :(*
As the two of you approach the gatehouse, the robot inside raises its head and stares at you. There seems to be a device on the booth that is meant for some sort of key-card.
Worship sticks her hand in the device, and tries to use that to get in
Her hand can't fit into the contraption: The hole is too narrow and small for anything much larger than a credit card to go in. The robot guard watches, staring down the two of you, but not doing anything.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You are a bee, so considering you seem to be atleast 12, then that would make you older than any bee's i know of."
“Worker bees have a lifespan of 30 days” he pauses “I’m 17”
"So 206 times longer than the average bee."
“I’m scared I only have 13 years left…”
"I'm sure you have much more. 30 year life spans are good even then." She says in a reassuring tone
He sniffles and looks at worship teary eyed “I don’t wanna die”
*poor little bee :(*
As the two of you approach the gatehouse, the robot inside raises its head and stares at you. There seems to be a device on the booth that is meant for some sort of key-card.
Worship sticks her hand in the device, and tries to use that to get in
Her hand can't fit into the contraption: The hole is too narrow and small for anything much larger than a credit card to go in. The robot guard watches, staring down the two of you, but not doing anything.
"You are a bee, so considering you seem to be atleast 12, then that would make you older than any bee's i know of."
“Worker bees have a lifespan of 30 days” he pauses “I’m 17”
"So 206 times longer than the average bee."
“I’m scared I only have 13 years left…”
"I'm sure you have much more. 30 year life spans are good even then." She says in a reassuring tone
He sniffles and looks at worship teary eyed “I don’t wanna die”
*poor little bee :(*
As the two of you approach the gatehouse, the robot inside raises its head and stares at you. There seems to be a device on the booth that is meant for some sort of key-card.
Worship sticks her hand in the device, and tries to use that to get in
Her hand can't fit into the contraption: The hole is too narrow and small for anything much larger than a credit card to go in. The robot guard watches, staring down the two of you, but not doing anything.
She looks at him, "I request access."
"-And I request your IDs."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Phoenix is roaming the streets looking for something. His weapons are slung on his back and he has his hand over his pistol on his waist.
As he walks around, he notices a street sweeper drive past at a glacial pace. The driver appears to be a robot of some sort, and the Hyde Co. logo is painted onto the side of the vehicle.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You are a bee, so considering you seem to be atleast 12, then that would make you older than any bee's i know of."
“Worker bees have a lifespan of 30 days” he pauses “I’m 17”
"So 206 times longer than the average bee."
“I’m scared I only have 13 years left…”
"I'm sure you have much more. 30 year life spans are good even then." She says in a reassuring tone
He sniffles and looks at worship teary eyed “I don’t wanna die”
*poor little bee :(*
As the two of you approach the gatehouse, the robot inside raises its head and stares at you. There seems to be a device on the booth that is meant for some sort of key-card.
Worship sticks her hand in the device, and tries to use that to get in
Her hand can't fit into the contraption: The hole is too narrow and small for anything much larger than a credit card to go in. The robot guard watches, staring down the two of you, but not doing anything.
She looks at him, "I request access."
"-And I request your IDs."
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a card, offering it to the guard
Phoenix is roaming the streets looking for something. His weapons are slung on his back and he has his hand over his pistol on his waist.
As he walks around, he notices a street sweeper drive past at a glacial pace. The driver appears to be a robot of some sort, and the Hyde Co. logo is painted onto the side of the vehicle.
Phoenix runs after the street sweeper while running. He is going ot try to climb on the back of it. Athletics: 12
“Worker bees have a lifespan of 30 days” he pauses “I’m 17”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"So 206 times longer than the average bee."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“I’m scared I only have 13 years left…”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"I'm sure you have much more. 30 year life spans are good even then." She says in a reassuring tone
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He sniffles and looks at worship teary eyed “I don’t wanna die”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*poor little bee :(*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Well," You hear a voice at the bar beside you. "you got three choices: Try and run, hunker down somewhere, or fight for your life."
The voice in question seems to be coming from the man sitting two bar stools away from you. He looks to be a human of average height. His short brown hair looks like he just got out of bed, but almost seems to be styled to look that way. He wears dark casual clothing under a black leather coat that extends about halfway down the bar stool, and you see what looks like a mask peeking out of one of his (many) coat pockets.
"Sorry. I couldn't help but overhear what you guys were talking about."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
As the two of you approach the gatehouse, the robot inside raises its head and stares at you. There seems to be a device on the booth that is meant for some sort of key-card.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Phoenix is cleaning his guns in the Gunners Hideout.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Worship sticks her hand in the device, and trys to use that to get in
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"None of us do." She says, ruffling his hair, "But you'll live a long life, i pro,- I reassure you."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He hugs worship
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Worshup pauses for a moment before it returns the hug
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Her hand can't fit into the contraption: The hole is too narrow and small for anything much larger than a credit card to go in. The robot guard watches, staring down the two of you, but not doing anything.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She looks at him, "I request access."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"-And I request your IDs."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Phoenix is roaming the streets looking for something. His weapons are slung on his back and he has his hand over his pistol on his waist.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
As he walks around, he notices a street sweeper drive past at a glacial pace. The driver appears to be a robot of some sort, and the Hyde Co. logo is painted onto the side of the vehicle.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a card, offering it to the guard
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Phoenix runs after the street sweeper while running. He is going ot try to climb on the back of it. Athletics: 12
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde