*I dont think so. Cause im probably gonna leave here once i graduate. Which is next month*
He smiles softly as he kissing her back. He then pulls out a cinnamon roll wrapped in foil. "For you."
*Dude, you're leaving too, that sucks man... whatever I guess.*
She takes it, looking down at it for a moment before pulling back "Thank you, are you doing better, love?" Tresa mockingly gags at the display of love.
*Don't be, we can stay in contact another way, its fine. Just don't die for me.*
She raises an eyebrow, looking to Tresa, who nods before looking back to them "Explain."
*I wont mate*
He fidgets with his hands, picking at his palms. "My sandy...it...it made me go into cyberphycosis...i killed a lot of bad men..." he mumbles
She takes his heads, holding them gingerly as Tresa walks off to explore the fire station, promising not to get lost, "... Can you stop it from happening again?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I dont think so. Cause im probably gonna leave here once i graduate. Which is next month*
He smiles softly as he kissing her back. He then pulls out a cinnamon roll wrapped in foil. "For you."
*Dude, you're leaving too, that sucks man... whatever I guess.*
She takes it, looking down at it for a moment before pulling back "Thank you, are you doing better, love?" Tresa mockingly gags at the display of love.
*Don't be, we can stay in contact another way, its fine. Just don't die for me.*
She raises an eyebrow, looking to Tresa, who nods before looking back to them "Explain."
*I wont mate*
He fidgets with his hands, picking at his palms. "My sandy...it...it made me go into cyberphycosis...i killed a lot of bad men..." he mumbles
She takes his heads, holding them gingerly as Tresa walks off to explore the fire station, promising not to get lost, "... Can you stop it from happening again?"
"I...ive been using inhibitors and blockers...but Tresa got me a new one...i...id have to go back to Night City to get installed...there are no Fixers i trust here..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I dont think so. Cause im probably gonna leave here once i graduate. Which is next month*
He smiles softly as he kissing her back. He then pulls out a cinnamon roll wrapped in foil. "For you."
*Dude, you're leaving too, that sucks man... whatever I guess.*
She takes it, looking down at it for a moment before pulling back "Thank you, are you doing better, love?" Tresa mockingly gags at the display of love.
*Don't be, we can stay in contact another way, its fine. Just don't die for me.*
She raises an eyebrow, looking to Tresa, who nods before looking back to them "Explain."
*I wont mate*
He fidgets with his hands, picking at his palms. "My sandy...it...it made me go into cyberphycosis...i killed a lot of bad men..." he mumbles
She takes his heads, holding them gingerly as Tresa walks off to explore the fire station, promising not to get lost, "... Can you stop it from happening again?"
"I...ive been using inhibitors and blockers...but Tresa got me a new one...i...id have to go back to Night City to get installed...there are no Fixers i trust here..."
She nods, holding their hands tightly "Let's go, right now... I don't want that happening again." She says, beginning to walk, leading them somewhere.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I dont think so. Cause im probably gonna leave here once i graduate. Which is next month*
He smiles softly as he kissing her back. He then pulls out a cinnamon roll wrapped in foil. "For you."
*Dude, you're leaving too, that sucks man... whatever I guess.*
She takes it, looking down at it for a moment before pulling back "Thank you, are you doing better, love?" Tresa mockingly gags at the display of love.
*Don't be, we can stay in contact another way, its fine. Just don't die for me.*
She raises an eyebrow, looking to Tresa, who nods before looking back to them "Explain."
*I wont mate*
He fidgets with his hands, picking at his palms. "My sandy...it...it made me go into cyberphycosis...i killed a lot of bad men..." he mumbles
She takes his heads, holding them gingerly as Tresa walks off to explore the fire station, promising not to get lost, "... Can you stop it from happening again?"
"I...ive been using inhibitors and blockers...but Tresa got me a new one...i...id have to go back to Night City to get installed...there are no Fixers i trust here..."
She nods, holding their hands tightly "Let's go, right now... I don't want that happening again." She says, beginning to walk, leading them somewhere.
He walks with her, still picking at his palms.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
"Get in the car, I'm not mad at you, so don't apologize." She sits down in the drivers seat, preparing to leave.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
"Get in the car, I'm not mad at you, so don't apologize." She sits down in the drivers seat, preparing to leave.
He sits in the passenger seat, looking for Tresa.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
"Get in the car, I'm not mad at you, so don't apologize." She sits down in the drivers seat, preparing to leave.
He sits in the passenger seat, looking for Tresa.
Tresa makes her way to the back seat after a few minutes. Waka begins driving them to Night City, for some reason she doesn't need directions.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
"Get in the car, I'm not mad at you, so don't apologize." She sits down in the drivers seat, preparing to leave.
He sits in the passenger seat, looking for Tresa.
Tresa makes her way to the back seat after a few minutes. Waka begins driving them to Night City, for some reason she doesn't need directions.
"How do you know where to go...?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
"Get in the car, I'm not mad at you, so don't apologize." She sits down in the drivers seat, preparing to leave.
He sits in the passenger seat, looking for Tresa.
Tresa makes her way to the back seat after a few minutes. Waka begins driving them to Night City, for some reason she doesn't need directions.
"How do you know where to go...?"
She looks over to them, "We aren't going to talk right, please. Thank you."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
"Get in the car, I'm not mad at you, so don't apologize." She sits down in the drivers seat, preparing to leave.
He sits in the passenger seat, looking for Tresa.
Tresa makes her way to the back seat after a few minutes. Waka begins driving them to Night City, for some reason she doesn't need directions.
"How do you know where to go...?"
She looks over to them, "We aren't going to talk right, please. Thank you."
He shuts up, staring at his lap.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
"Get in the car, I'm not mad at you, so don't apologize." She sits down in the drivers seat, preparing to leave.
He sits in the passenger seat, looking for Tresa.
Tresa makes her way to the back seat after a few minutes. Waka begins driving them to Night City, for some reason she doesn't need directions.
"How do you know where to go...?"
She looks over to them, "We aren't going to talk right, please. Thank you."
He shuts up, staring at his lap.
She reaches out a hand, holding their hand softly and rubbing the back of their hand.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
"Get in the car, I'm not mad at you, so don't apologize." She sits down in the drivers seat, preparing to leave.
He sits in the passenger seat, looking for Tresa.
Tresa makes her way to the back seat after a few minutes. Waka begins driving them to Night City, for some reason she doesn't need directions.
"How do you know where to go...?"
She looks over to them, "We aren't going to talk right, please. Thank you."
He shuts up, staring at his lap.
She reaches out a hand, holding their hand softly and rubbing the back of their hand.
He lets her, still staring at his lap tiredly.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure! I'm gonna be working on a character at the same time, so I might be slow.*
*I'm trying to think of a concept that I will actually enjoy playing right now and not just jumping to like, "DARTH VADER!" or "UNCLE IROH!" or something.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sure! I'm gonna be working on a character at the same time, so I might be slow.*
*I'm trying to think of a concept that I will actually enjoy playing right now and not just jumping to like, "DARTH VADER!" or "UNCLE IROH!" or something.*
*I love them though, they are such good characters. Take all the time you need, I can wait, I'm just working on making Kazuya better.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She takes his heads, holding them gingerly as Tresa walks off to explore the fire station, promising not to get lost, "... Can you stop it from happening again?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I...ive been using inhibitors and blockers...but Tresa got me a new one...i...id have to go back to Night City to get installed...there are no Fixers i trust here..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods, holding their hands tightly "Let's go, right now... I don't want that happening again." She says, beginning to walk, leading them somewhere.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He walks with her, still picking at his palms.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She slaps his hands away from each other, "Stop that, now." Her voice is firm. She leads them to the garage, within being the Matchbox of Company Nine, their fire truck.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "...sorry..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Get in the car, I'm not mad at you, so don't apologize." She sits down in the drivers seat, preparing to leave.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He sits in the passenger seat, looking for Tresa.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tresa makes her way to the back seat after a few minutes. Waka begins driving them to Night City, for some reason she doesn't need directions.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"How do you know where to go...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks over to them, "We aren't going to talk right, please. Thank you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He shuts up, staring at his lap.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Back for real now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She reaches out a hand, holding their hand softly and rubbing the back of their hand.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Welcome back, wanna rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He lets her, still staring at his lap tiredly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She drives the entire way, staying awake the whole time, letting them sleep.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Sure! I'm gonna be working on a character at the same time, so I might be slow.*
*I'm trying to think of a concept that I will actually enjoy playing right now and not just jumping to like, "DARTH VADER!" or "UNCLE IROH!" or something.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He wakes up once they are there. He looks around the broken city, remembering things
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I love them though, they are such good characters. Take all the time you need, I can wait, I'm just working on making Kazuya better.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)