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.
"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.
She closes her eyes and covers her eyes. Waka watches with a sad expression that this is needed for him to feel 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.'
"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.
She closes her eyes and covers her eyes. Waka watches with a sad expression that this is needed for him to feel better.
He cries out again, slamming his fist into the table over and over.
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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.
"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.
She closes her eyes and covers her eyes. Waka watches with a sad expression that this is needed for him to feel better.
He cries out again, slamming his fist into the table over and over.
Waka walks over and takes their hand, giving them a comforting heat, "Im here for you, it'll be okay."
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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.'
"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.
She closes her eyes and covers her eyes. Waka watches with a sad expression that this is needed for him to feel better.
He cries out again, slamming his fist into the table over and over.
Waka walks over and takes their hand, giving them a comforting heat, "Im here for you, it'll be okay."
A few hours later the Doc is done and X is passed out on the table, his back covered in blood.
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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.
*So I've been reading and re-reading my list of traits I enjoy, and I'm considering taking a bit of inspiration from L Lawliet for his demeanor. A calculating character who is more technical than the 'raw power' users I usually make, like Atticus. This character would be more like Felix meets Oswald.*
*I may finally use my telepresence robot idea, with the idea that he had to develop it due to his abysmal constitution (4 or 5) not allowing him to leave his house. Perhaps he wasn't born to be a genius, be had to develop such skills to be 'useful.' A worthless husk with special interests.*
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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.
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.
She closes her eyes and covers her eyes. Waka watches with a sad expression that this is needed for him to feel 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.)
He cries out again, slamming his fist into the table over and over.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Waka walks over and takes their hand, giving them a comforting heat, "Im here for you, it'll be okay."
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.)
A few hours later the Doc is done and X is passed out on the table, his back covered in blood.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*So I've been reading and re-reading my list of traits I enjoy, and I'm considering taking a bit of inspiration from L Lawliet for his demeanor. A calculating character who is more technical than the 'raw power' users I usually make, like Atticus. This character would be more like Felix meets Oswald.*
*I may finally use my telepresence robot idea, with the idea that he had to develop it due to his abysmal constitution (4 or 5) not allowing him to leave his house. Perhaps he wasn't born to be a genius, be had to develop such skills to be 'useful.' A worthless husk with special interests.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*[Implodes]*
*I am back now :)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*-grabs and reforms-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*My fishy baby*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*[Initiate Kiss.exe]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*[Receive Kiss.exe]*
*How ya doin', Law-man?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.