"Oh, it's the least I could do." He tries to scratch his face, but his mask is in the way. "But... if you truly wish to repay me, perhaps you could offer me a commision. I would love to be able to work again. Would you like a pretty dress?"
"You could say that. But it's more accurate to say that I'm an artificial angel. I am a healer of more than bodies." It holds out an arm for him to grab, to help him to his feet.
'A pretty dress? If you make clothes, could you make me something a little more practical? Something waterproof would be kinda nice, or something warm, if that's ok? I might end up stuck here for a while, and pretty doesn't last long here.'
Link helps himself up to his feet, not entirely trusting the robot
"Waterproof and warm... I'll need special materials. It will take me quite a while, and, forgive me, but you need something to wear now." He draws out a measuring tape. "We'll have to scavenge for fabrics. I can make you a scrumptious wardrobe if I find it wanting. Would you like to live deliciously?"
"Do you have hope, little one? Do you find beauty in the grotesque? Or perhaps honor in martyrdom?" It gently moves back, allowing him personal space. "Do you have a mother?"
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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.
"Oh, it's the least I could do." He tries to scratch his face, but his mask is in the way. "But... if you truly wish to repay me, perhaps you could offer me a commision. I would love to be able to work again. Would you like a pretty dress?"
"You could say that. But it's more accurate to say that I'm an artificial angel. I am a healer of more than bodies." It holds out an arm for him to grab, to help him to his feet.
'A pretty dress? If you make clothes, could you make me something a little more practical? Something waterproof would be kinda nice, or something warm, if that's ok? I might end up stuck here for a while, and pretty doesn't last long here.'
Link helps himself up to his feet, not entirely trusting the robot
"Waterproof and warm... I'll need special materials. It will take me quite a while, and, forgive me, but you need something to wear now." He draws out a measuring tape. "We'll have to scavenge for fabrics. I can make you a scrumptious wardrobe if I find it wanting. Would you like to live deliciously?"
"Do you have hope, little one? Do you find beauty in the grotesque? Or perhaps honor in martyrdom?" It gently moves back, allowing him personal space. "Do you have a mother?"
'What does that even mean? I'd like to live... well, better than this. But I can help find fabrics, definitely. You're awfully agreeable for an unchipped, I'm beginning to sense that the stories I've heard about you folks might be a tad... embellished'
'Yeah I can find beauty in the grotesque. This guy found a designer syn-mask caught in a fatberg.'
"Waterproof and warm... I'll need special materials. It will take me quite a while, and, forgive me, but you need something to wear now." He draws out a measuring tape. "We'll have to scavenge for fabrics. I can make you a scrumptious wardrobe if I find it wanting. Would you like to live deliciously?"
"Do you have hope, little one? Do you find beauty in the grotesque? Or perhaps honor in martyrdom?" It gently moves back, allowing him personal space. "Do you have a mother?"
'What does that even mean? I'd like to live... well, better than this. But I can help find fabrics, definitely. You're awfully agreeable for an unchipped, I'm beginning to sense that the stories I've heard about you folks might be a tad... embellished'
'Yeah I can find beauty in the grotesque. This guy found a designer syn-mask caught in a fatberg.'
"Often, yes. But it's all in good fun, yeah?" He takes off his mask. His mouth is stitched shut, and what she had assumed were eyes are hollow holes with pale discs of light within them. The symbol of the church is branded into his forehead. "We play games, dear..." he whispers, "but we never consider the cost of them."
"That's not what I meant, dear. What I mean is, are you able to see ugly things and treat them as if they were beautiful?" There's a hint of... some unidentifiable emotion in its voice.
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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.
"Waterproof and warm... I'll need special materials. It will take me quite a while, and, forgive me, but you need something to wear now." He draws out a measuring tape. "We'll have to scavenge for fabrics. I can make you a scrumptious wardrobe if I find it wanting. Would you like to live deliciously?"
"Do you have hope, little one? Do you find beauty in the grotesque? Or perhaps honor in martyrdom?" It gently moves back, allowing him personal space. "Do you have a mother?"
'What does that even mean? I'd like to live... well, better than this. But I can help find fabrics, definitely. You're awfully agreeable for an unchipped, I'm beginning to sense that the stories I've heard about you folks might be a tad... embellished'
'Yeah I can find beauty in the grotesque. This guy found a designer syn-mask caught in a fatberg.'
"Often, yes. But it's all in good fun, yeah?" He takes off his mask. His mouth is stitched shut, and what she had assumed were eyes are hollow holes with pale discs of light within them. The symbol of the church is branded into his forehead. "We play games, dear..." he whispers, "but we never consider the cost of them."
"That's not what I meant, dear. What I mean is, are you able to see ugly things and treat them as if they were beautiful?" There's a hint of... some unidentifiable emotion in its voice.
'Huh? Ok, ok. If I said something wrong, I take it back. I don't think I've been playing any games though. I'm not a troublemaker.'
'I don't know, I guess? Maybe my own reflection? There ain't much beautiful to go around, so yeah sure, I'll take the ugly things and pretend they're half-decent. Is that the kind of answer you want? I'm not a philosopher'
The blob rolls its eyes. Well, it doesn't have eyes, but it feels like it rolled its eyes. It oozes closer to the cake, a pseudopod reaching out to grab a piece.
'How about we make a deal? You hunt with us, and we give you food'
The blob makes a sighing sound. A second pseudopod reaches out, forming a thumbs down shape.
'Aww, little blobby doesn't like it'
'Little Blobby' snatches a piece of cake, then oozes back up into a crack, making grumbling noises.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
"Often, yes. But it's all in good fun, yeah?" He takes off his mask. His mouth is stitched shut, and what she had assumed were eyes are hollow holes with pale discs of light within them. The symbol of the church is branded into his forehead. "We play games, dear..." he whispers, "but we never consider the cost of them."
"That's not what I meant, dear. What I mean is, are you able to see ugly things and treat them as if they were beautiful?" There's a hint of... some unidentifiable emotion in its voice.
'Huh? Ok, ok. If I said something wrong, I take it back. I don't think I've been playing any games though. I'm not a troublemaker.'
'I don't know, I guess? Maybe my own reflection? There ain't much beautiful to go around, so yeah sure, I'll take the ugly things and pretend they're half-decent. Is that the kind of answer you want? I'm not a philosopher'
"You're doing very well for one of your kind, Rose. You express your values openly." He places his mask back on. "I imagine that causes some issues."
"Are you happy?" It seems insistent now, as if his previous answer was insufficient.
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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.
The blob rolls its eyes. Well, it doesn't have eyes, but it feels like it rolled its eyes. It oozes closer to the cake, a pseudopod reaching out to grab a piece.
'How about we make a deal? You hunt with us, and we give you food'
The blob makes a sighing sound. A second pseudopod reaches out, forming a thumbs down shape.
'Aww, little blobby doesn't like it'
'Little Blobby' snatches a piece of cake, then oozes back up into a crack, making grumbling noises.
'Change his perspective? I guess so. He's a reasonable guy, after all. Maybe he could get a new hobby, like, I don't know, baking or knitting?'
Fives chuckles. "Maybe not knitting. Come on. We're almost to the station."
'Can you go in there? Or is it not safe?'
"As far as everyone there knows, I'm a hunter. They also usually don't go against robots unless they're malfunctioning."
'Fair. You look like a hunter. Certainly nothing like the unchipped brutes of Cal's stories. Then again, can't say I've seen too many of those. Just people trying to live. Cal needs a new hobby'
"The stories do have a grain of truth. I've seen some of the feral ones. They've gone hundreds of thousands of years back on the evolutionary charts, to the point where it's hard to identify them as humans. The surface just makes it seem like all unchipped are those things."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
The blob rolls its eyes. Well, it doesn't have eyes, but it feels like it rolled its eyes. It oozes closer to the cake, a pseudopod reaching out to grab a piece.
'How about we make a deal? You hunt with us, and we give you food'
The blob makes a sighing sound. A second pseudopod reaches out, forming a thumbs down shape.
'Aww, little blobby doesn't like it'
'Little Blobby' snatches a piece of cake, then oozes back up into a crack, making grumbling noises.
'Hey, come back!'
The thumbs-down changes into a middle finger as the last bit of goo slips out of sight.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
"Often, yes. But it's all in good fun, yeah?" He takes off his mask. His mouth is stitched shut, and what she had assumed were eyes are hollow holes with pale discs of light within them. The symbol of the church is branded into his forehead. "We play games, dear..." he whispers, "but we never consider the cost of them."
"That's not what I meant, dear. What I mean is, are you able to see ugly things and treat them as if they were beautiful?" There's a hint of... some unidentifiable emotion in its voice.
'Huh? Ok, ok. If I said something wrong, I take it back. I don't think I've been playing any games though. I'm not a troublemaker.'
'I don't know, I guess? Maybe my own reflection? There ain't much beautiful to go around, so yeah sure, I'll take the ugly things and pretend they're half-decent. Is that the kind of answer you want? I'm not a philosopher'
"You're doing very well for one of your kind, Rose. You express your values openly." He places his mask back on. "I imagine that causes some issues."
"Are you happy?" It seems insistent now, as if his previous answer was insufficient.
'I didn't used to. But the one good thing about being down here is I got pretty much nothing to lose. Back up there, I was too scared that if I said the wrong thing then they might put me on a blacklist. Now, screw it. Screw them.'
'Could be worse, I guess. Happy? Dunno if I could go that far. I could be dead in a couple months. Got the bases covered, but algae cakes don't taste too sweet, and there's always the question of if a hunter's there round the corner'
"You're doing very well for one of your kind, Rose. You express your values openly." He places his mask back on. "I imagine that causes some issues."
"Are you happy?" It seems insistent now, as if his previous answer was insufficient.
'I didn't used to. But the one good thing about being down here is I got pretty much nothing to lose. Back up there, I was too scared that if I said the wrong thing then they might put me on a blacklist. Now, screw it. Screw them.'
'Could be worse, I guess. Happy? Dunno if I could go that far. I could be dead in a couple months. Got the bases covered, but algae cakes don't taste too sweet, and there's always the question of if a hunter's there round the corner'
"I'm glad that you can see the bright side of all this. You seem to have some talent for your new role. One last test." He opens his coat to reveal his badge.
There is a faint hum as mechanical parts whirr and blood pumps through the angel's body. "Would you like to be part of something better?"
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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.
'Change his perspective? I guess so. He's a reasonable guy, after all. Maybe he could get a new hobby, like, I don't know, baking or knitting?'
Fives chuckles. "Maybe not knitting. Come on. We're almost to the station."
'Can you go in there? Or is it not safe?'
"As far as everyone there knows, I'm a hunter. They also usually don't go against robots unless they're malfunctioning."
'Fair. You look like a hunter. Certainly nothing like the unchipped brutes of Cal's stories. Then again, can't say I've seen too many of those. Just people trying to live. Cal needs a new hobby'
"The stories do have a grain of truth. I've seen some of the feral ones. They've gone hundreds of thousands of years back on the evolutionary charts, to the point where it's hard to identify them as humans. The surface just makes it seem like all unchipped are those things."
'Yeah. The way the hunters talk, they're monster slayers saving us from chaos and disease and disorder. Those feral ones, how do you avoid them?'
"You're doing very well for one of your kind, Rose. You express your values openly." He places his mask back on. "I imagine that causes some issues."
"Are you happy?" It seems insistent now, as if his previous answer was insufficient.
'I didn't used to. But the one good thing about being down here is I got pretty much nothing to lose. Back up there, I was too scared that if I said the wrong thing then they might put me on a blacklist. Now, screw it. Screw them.'
'Could be worse, I guess. Happy? Dunno if I could go that far. I could be dead in a couple months. Got the bases covered, but algae cakes don't taste too sweet, and there's always the question of if a hunter's there round the corner'
"I'm glad that you can see the bright side of all this. You seem to have some talent for your new role. One last test." He opens his coat to reveal his badge.
There is a faint hum as mechanical parts whirr and blood pumps through the angel's body. "Would you like to be part of something better?"
'Oh shoot. Look, please. You don't need to... I'm not a feral. I'm not a danger. I'm the daughter of a government official. And if you try anything, I did pretty well in shooting class.'
'What kind of something better? I'm inclined to say nope, but sure, I'll hear ya out'
'Change his perspective? I guess so. He's a reasonable guy, after all. Maybe he could get a new hobby, like, I don't know, baking or knitting?'
Fives chuckles. "Maybe not knitting. Come on. We're almost to the station."
'Can you go in there? Or is it not safe?'
"As far as everyone there knows, I'm a hunter. They also usually don't go against robots unless they're malfunctioning."
'Fair. You look like a hunter. Certainly nothing like the unchipped brutes of Cal's stories. Then again, can't say I've seen too many of those. Just people trying to live. Cal needs a new hobby'
"The stories do have a grain of truth. I've seen some of the feral ones. They've gone hundreds of thousands of years back on the evolutionary charts, to the point where it's hard to identify them as humans. The surface just makes it seem like all unchipped are those things."
'Yeah. The way the hunters talk, they're monster slayers saving us from chaos and disease and disorder. Those feral ones, how do you avoid them?'
Fives shrugs. "They usually stay pretty far away from the popularly used tunnels."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
'Change his perspective? I guess so. He's a reasonable guy, after all. Maybe he could get a new hobby, like, I don't know, baking or knitting?'
Fives chuckles. "Maybe not knitting. Come on. We're almost to the station."
'Can you go in there? Or is it not safe?'
"As far as everyone there knows, I'm a hunter. They also usually don't go against robots unless they're malfunctioning."
'Fair. You look like a hunter. Certainly nothing like the unchipped brutes of Cal's stories. Then again, can't say I've seen too many of those. Just people trying to live. Cal needs a new hobby'
"The stories do have a grain of truth. I've seen some of the feral ones. They've gone hundreds of thousands of years back on the evolutionary charts, to the point where it's hard to identify them as humans. The surface just makes it seem like all unchipped are those things."
'Yeah. The way the hunters talk, they're monster slayers saving us from chaos and disease and disorder. Those feral ones, how do you avoid them?'
Fives shrugs. "They usually stay pretty far away from the popularly used tunnels."
'Yeah, I guess that checks out. I've stuck to the wider tunnels of the San line mostly, seen a couple weirdos but the humans were human'
Cal is gunning down unchipped on the Leonidas Line
Someone seems to have snuck up on him. Someone with a gas mask and two segmented blades.
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'Change his perspective? I guess so. He's a reasonable guy, after all. Maybe he could get a new hobby, like, I don't know, baking or knitting?'
Fives chuckles. "Maybe not knitting. Come on. We're almost to the station."
'Can you go in there? Or is it not safe?'
"As far as everyone there knows, I'm a hunter. They also usually don't go against robots unless they're malfunctioning."
'Fair. You look like a hunter. Certainly nothing like the unchipped brutes of Cal's stories. Then again, can't say I've seen too many of those. Just people trying to live. Cal needs a new hobby'
"The stories do have a grain of truth. I've seen some of the feral ones. They've gone hundreds of thousands of years back on the evolutionary charts, to the point where it's hard to identify them as humans. The surface just makes it seem like all unchipped are those things."
'Yeah. The way the hunters talk, they're monster slayers saving us from chaos and disease and disorder. Those feral ones, how do you avoid them?'
Fives shrugs. "They usually stay pretty far away from the popularly used tunnels."
'Yeah, I guess that checks out. I've stuck to the wider tunnels of the San line mostly. Seen a couple weirdos but the humans were human.'
They arrive at Kio Street Station. "You want to wait by yourself?"
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
'Change his perspective? I guess so. He's a reasonable guy, after all. Maybe he could get a new hobby, like, I don't know, baking or knitting?'
Fives chuckles. "Maybe not knitting. Come on. We're almost to the station."
'Can you go in there? Or is it not safe?'
"As far as everyone there knows, I'm a hunter. They also usually don't go against robots unless they're malfunctioning."
'Fair. You look like a hunter. Certainly nothing like the unchipped brutes of Cal's stories. Then again, can't say I've seen too many of those. Just people trying to live. Cal needs a new hobby'
"The stories do have a grain of truth. I've seen some of the feral ones. They've gone hundreds of thousands of years back on the evolutionary charts, to the point where it's hard to identify them as humans. The surface just makes it seem like all unchipped are those things."
'Yeah. The way the hunters talk, they're monster slayers saving us from chaos and disease and disorder. Those feral ones, how do you avoid them?'
Fives shrugs. "They usually stay pretty far away from the popularly used tunnels."
'Yeah, I guess that checks out. I've stuck to the wider tunnels of the San line mostly. Seen a couple weirdos but the humans were human.'
They arrive at Kio Street Station. "You want to wait by yourself?"
'Uh, sure, I guess'
Cal is there, in the middle of shooting practice. On seeing Rose, he runs towards her. 'Babe, it's you! I thought you were dead!'. He goes in to hug her, but then recoils upon seeing just how dirty she is.
"Waterproof and warm... I'll need special materials. It will take me quite a while, and, forgive me, but you need something to wear now." He draws out a measuring tape. "We'll have to scavenge for fabrics. I can make you a scrumptious wardrobe if I find it wanting. Would you like to live deliciously?"
"Do you have hope, little one? Do you find beauty in the grotesque? Or perhaps honor in martyrdom?" It gently moves back, allowing him personal space. "Do you have a mother?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'What does that even mean? I'd like to live... well, better than this. But I can help find fabrics, definitely. You're awfully agreeable for an unchipped, I'm beginning to sense that the stories I've heard about you folks might be a tad... embellished'
'Yeah I can find beauty in the grotesque. This guy found a designer syn-mask caught in a fatberg.'
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"Often, yes. But it's all in good fun, yeah?" He takes off his mask. His mouth is stitched shut, and what she had assumed were eyes are hollow holes with pale discs of light within them. The symbol of the church is branded into his forehead. "We play games, dear..." he whispers, "but we never consider the cost of them."
"That's not what I meant, dear. What I mean is, are you able to see ugly things and treat them as if they were beautiful?" There's a hint of... some unidentifiable emotion in its voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Huh? Ok, ok. If I said something wrong, I take it back. I don't think I've been playing any games though. I'm not a troublemaker.'
'I don't know, I guess? Maybe my own reflection? There ain't much beautiful to go around, so yeah sure, I'll take the ugly things and pretend they're half-decent. Is that the kind of answer you want? I'm not a philosopher'
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'Little Blobby' snatches a piece of cake, then oozes back up into a crack, making grumbling noises.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
"You're doing very well for one of your kind, Rose. You express your values openly." He places his mask back on. "I imagine that causes some issues."
"Are you happy?" It seems insistent now, as if his previous answer was insufficient.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Hey, come back!'
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"The stories do have a grain of truth. I've seen some of the feral ones. They've gone hundreds of thousands of years back on the evolutionary charts, to the point where it's hard to identify them as humans. The surface just makes it seem like all unchipped are those things."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
The thumbs-down changes into a middle finger as the last bit of goo slips out of sight.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
'I didn't used to. But the one good thing about being down here is I got pretty much nothing to lose. Back up there, I was too scared that if I said the wrong thing then they might put me on a blacklist. Now, screw it. Screw them.'
'Could be worse, I guess. Happy? Dunno if I could go that far. I could be dead in a couple months. Got the bases covered, but algae cakes don't taste too sweet, and there's always the question of if a hunter's there round the corner'
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"I'm glad that you can see the bright side of all this. You seem to have some talent for your new role. One last test." He opens his coat to reveal his badge.
There is a faint hum as mechanical parts whirr and blood pumps through the angel's body. "Would you like to be part of something better?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Yeah. The way the hunters talk, they're monster slayers saving us from chaos and disease and disorder. Those feral ones, how do you avoid them?'
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'Oh shoot. Look, please. You don't need to... I'm not a feral. I'm not a danger. I'm the daughter of a government official. And if you try anything, I did pretty well in shooting class.'
'What kind of something better? I'm inclined to say nope, but sure, I'll hear ya out'
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Fives shrugs. "They usually stay pretty far away from the popularly used tunnels."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
'Yeah, I guess that checks out. I've stuck to the wider tunnels of the San line mostly, seen a couple weirdos but the humans were human'
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Rose is on a boat in the San line
Link is not far away, catching bugs to eat
Cal is gunning down unchipped on the Leonidas Line
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Someone seems to have snuck up on him. Someone with a gas mask and two segmented blades.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
'Hey, who's there?'
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They arrive at Kio Street Station. "You want to wait by yourself?"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
'Uh, sure, I guess'
Cal is there, in the middle of shooting practice. On seeing Rose, he runs towards her. 'Babe, it's you! I thought you were dead!'. He goes in to hug her, but then recoils upon seeing just how dirty she is.
'You found her!'
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