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 drives the entire way, staying awake the whole time, letting them sleep.
He wakes up once they are there. He looks around the broken city, remembering things
She takes them both out of the car with Tresa, "Take us to the fixer, I'll keep Tresa safe while you get the surgery."
He nods, hoisting his bag on his back with the new sandy and walks through the streets. His hand is on a gun under his jacket. "We wanna go quick. So keep up. Now." he says, picking up his pace.
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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 drives the entire way, staying awake the whole time, letting them sleep.
He wakes up once they are there. He looks around the broken city, remembering things
She takes them both out of the car with Tresa, "Take us to the fixer, I'll keep Tresa safe while you get the surgery."
He nods, hoisting his bag on his back with the new sandy and walks through the streets. His hand is on a gun under his jacket. "We wanna go quick. So keep up. Now." he says, picking up his pace.
Teresa and Waka speed after them as quickly as she can, Tresa climbing onto Waka's shoulders to keep up the pace. She stays close, eyes constantly shifting around them to stay safe.
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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 drives the entire way, staying awake the whole time, letting them sleep.
He wakes up once they are there. He looks around the broken city, remembering things
She takes them both out of the car with Tresa, "Take us to the fixer, I'll keep Tresa safe while you get the surgery."
He nods, hoisting his bag on his back with the new sandy and walks through the streets. His hand is on a gun under his jacket. "We wanna go quick. So keep up. Now." he says, picking up his pace.
Teresa and Waka speed after them as quickly as she can, Tresa climbing onto Waka's shoulders to keep up the pace. She stays close, eyes constantly shifting around them to stay safe.
They eventually arrive at a hole in the wall type of place and walk inside. X walks over to a man tinkering on some equipment. "Sup Doc." he says. The man turns and smiles. "X my boy. Welcome back. Need more augments?" X nods and pulls out the new sandy. "Replacement."
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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 drives the entire way, staying awake the whole time, letting them sleep.
He wakes up once they are there. He looks around the broken city, remembering things
She takes them both out of the car with Tresa, "Take us to the fixer, I'll keep Tresa safe while you get the surgery."
He nods, hoisting his bag on his back with the new sandy and walks through the streets. His hand is on a gun under his jacket. "We wanna go quick. So keep up. Now." he says, picking up his pace.
Teresa and Waka speed after them as quickly as she can, Tresa climbing onto Waka's shoulders to keep up the pace. She stays close, eyes constantly shifting around them to stay safe.
They eventually arrive at a hole in the wall type of place and walk inside. X walks over to a man tinkering on some equipment. "Sup Doc." he says. The man turns and smiles. "X my boy. Welcome back. Need more augments?" X nods and pulls out the new sandy. "Replacement."
Tresa waves to the doc with a smile, "Hey doc!" She gives them a quick hug, looking up to them, "I never got to thank you for giving me my lungs." Waka looks at the doctor silently, taking a seat near the door in case anybody tries anything at some point.
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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 drives the entire way, staying awake the whole time, letting them sleep.
He wakes up once they are there. He looks around the broken city, remembering things
She takes them both out of the car with Tresa, "Take us to the fixer, I'll keep Tresa safe while you get the surgery."
He nods, hoisting his bag on his back with the new sandy and walks through the streets. His hand is on a gun under his jacket. "We wanna go quick. So keep up. Now." he says, picking up his pace.
Teresa and Waka speed after them as quickly as she can, Tresa climbing onto Waka's shoulders to keep up the pace. She stays close, eyes constantly shifting around them to stay safe.
They eventually arrive at a hole in the wall type of place and walk inside. X walks over to a man tinkering on some equipment. "Sup Doc." he says. The man turns and smiles. "X my boy. Welcome back. Need more augments?" X nods and pulls out the new sandy. "Replacement."
Tresa waves to the doc with a smile, "Hey doc!" She gives them a quick hug, looking up to them, "I never got to thank you for giving me my lungs." Waka looks at the doctor silently, taking a seat near the door in case anybody tries anything at some point.
The Doc ruffles her hair. "Happy ta Tresa. And whos the fine lady X boyo?" X stiffens. "Girlfriend." The Doc laughs. "Becca dump yo sorry [1gp] again?" he laughs. X snarls. "Get it done choom." he removes his jacket and shirt, his toned body flexing as the old sandy bugs out. He lays on the table, facedown.
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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.
The Doc ruffles her hair. "Happy ta Tresa. And whos the fine lady X boyo?" X stiffens. "Girlfriend." The Doc laughs. "Becca dump yo sorry [1gp] again?" he laughs. X snarls. "Get it done choom." he removes his jacket and shirt, his toned body flexing as the old sandy bugs out. He lays on the table, facedown.
Waka raises an eyebrow at the name Becca, but she decides to save it for when the work is done, smiling and waving at the Doc as she leans against the wall. Tresa walks back to stand nearby to X, holding out her hand to take theirs if they want her to.
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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.'
The Doc ruffles her hair. "Happy ta Tresa. And whos the fine lady X boyo?" X stiffens. "Girlfriend." The Doc laughs. "Becca dump yo sorry [1gp] again?" he laughs. X snarls. "Get it done choom." he removes his jacket and shirt, his toned body flexing as the old sandy bugs out. He lays on the table, facedown.
Waka raises an eyebrow at the name Becca, but she decides to save it for when the work is done, smiling and waving at the Doc as she leans against the wall. Tresa walks back to stand nearby to X, holding out her hand to take theirs if they want her to.
"I'll be fine. This dont hurt much anymore." he says. The Doc removes the sandy, blood dripping down X's back as everything is slowly installed.
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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.
The Doc ruffles her hair. "Happy ta Tresa. And whos the fine lady X boyo?" X stiffens. "Girlfriend." The Doc laughs. "Becca dump yo sorry [1gp] again?" he laughs. X snarls. "Get it done choom." he removes his jacket and shirt, his toned body flexing as the old sandy bugs out. He lays on the table, facedown.
Waka raises an eyebrow at the name Becca, but she decides to save it for when the work is done, smiling and waving at the Doc as she leans against the wall. Tresa walks back to stand nearby to X, holding out her hand to take theirs if they want her to.
"I'll be fine. This dont hurt much anymore." he says. The Doc removes the sandy, blood dripping down X's back as everything is slowly installed.
She watches, forcing herself too, though she obviously doesn't like the look of blood, the smell of it, just everything. She watches for the sake of X
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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.'
The Doc ruffles her hair. "Happy ta Tresa. And whos the fine lady X boyo?" X stiffens. "Girlfriend." The Doc laughs. "Becca dump yo sorry [1gp] again?" he laughs. X snarls. "Get it done choom." he removes his jacket and shirt, his toned body flexing as the old sandy bugs out. He lays on the table, facedown.
Waka raises an eyebrow at the name Becca, but she decides to save it for when the work is done, smiling and waving at the Doc as she leans against the wall. Tresa walks back to stand nearby to X, holding out her hand to take theirs if they want her to.
"I'll be fine. This dont hurt much anymore." he says. The Doc removes the sandy, blood dripping down X's back as everything is slowly installed.
She watches, forcing herself too, though she obviously doesn't like the look of blood, the smell of it, just everything. She watches for the sake of X
"You dont gotta watch sis." he says through gritted teeth. The Doc chuckles as he cuts a deeper to make sure the new sandy fits. X cries out slamming his fist into the table.
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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.
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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.)
She takes them both out of the car with Tresa, "Take us to the fixer, I'll keep Tresa safe while you get the surgery."
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 nods, hoisting his bag on his back with the new sandy and walks through the streets. His hand is on a gun under his jacket. "We wanna go quick. So keep up. Now." he says, picking up his pace.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Teresa and Waka speed after them as quickly as she can, Tresa climbing onto Waka's shoulders to keep up the pace. She stays close, eyes constantly shifting around them to stay safe.
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.)
They eventually arrive at a hole in the wall type of place and walk inside. X walks over to a man tinkering on some equipment. "Sup Doc." he says. The man turns and smiles. "X my boy. Welcome back. Need more augments?" X nods and pulls out the new sandy. "Replacement."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tresa waves to the doc with a smile, "Hey doc!" She gives them a quick hug, looking up to them, "I never got to thank you for giving me my lungs." Waka looks at the doctor silently, taking a seat near the door in case anybody tries anything at some point.
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.)
The Doc ruffles her hair. "Happy ta Tresa. And whos the fine lady X boyo?" X stiffens. "Girlfriend." The Doc laughs. "Becca dump yo sorry [1gp] again?" he laughs. X snarls. "Get it done choom." he removes his jacket and shirt, his toned body flexing as the old sandy bugs out. He lays on the table, facedown.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Waka raises an eyebrow at the name Becca, but she decides to save it for when the work is done, smiling and waving at the Doc as she leans against the wall. Tresa walks back to stand nearby to X, holding out her hand to take theirs if they want her to.
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'll be fine. This dont hurt much anymore." he says. The Doc removes the sandy, blood dripping down X's back as everything is slowly installed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She watches, forcing herself too, though she obviously doesn't like the look of blood, the smell of it, just everything. She watches for the sake of X
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.)
"You dont gotta watch sis." he says through gritted teeth. The Doc chuckles as he cuts a deeper to make sure the new sandy fits. X cries out slamming his fist into the table.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.