The two look at each other for a second, as if having a silent conversation, before turning back to face the robot. "Our plan requires a lot of things that we don't have. Do you have any spare parts?"
It stares at them for a moment, then lets out another sigh, all trace of a mechanical edge gone - replaced by something that makes it sound oddly young. "I have some for repairs. I suppose I can let you borrow a few. After all, I can't watch you do something interesting if you can't do it in the first place." It skitters over to the wall of a nearby shack, and slips through a small hole. A moment later, the door swings open, with it on the handle and a claw in the lock. It stares at them before waving its other claw behind it. "Take what you need, I guess." There's nothing very large, but there's a lot of small springs and engines, along with some smaller pipes and pieces of metal plating.
"Oh! Um, thank you." Sundew seems surprised that asking nicely worked. She grabs an engine and a couple pieces of the metal plating. "Is there anything we can do for you in return?"
It blinks at them for a second. "I don't exactly need anything. I don't require food or drink or a place to sleep, and I don't have any projects I can undertake without hands." It waves its claws. "Although if you have access to some form of stored music, I wouldn't be against it."
"We'll see what we can do."
*good ending place for now?*
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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!)
The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe, eat cake.
"Oh! Um, thank you." Sundew seems surprised that asking nicely worked. She grabs an engine and a couple pieces of the metal plating. "Is there anything we can do for you in return?"
It blinks at them for a second. "I don't exactly need anything. I don't require food or drink or a place to sleep, and I don't have any projects I can undertake without hands." It waves its claws. "Although if you have access to some form of stored music, I wouldn't be against it."
"We'll see what we can do."
*good ending place for now?*
She nods before heading to a corner and fiddling with some things.
*Sure. I have homework I've been procrastinating against anyways.*
*Sure. I have homework I've been procrastinating against anyways.*
*story of my life :p*
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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!)
The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe, eat cake.
A tall, fat man, dressed in a leering mask and a bizarre costume that emulates the images of dragons, angels, and Journeymen, is dancing and playing a wooden flute in Kio Street Station. Black and white leather, golden fabrics, and crimson stains across it all. Wing-like patterns across his cloak and wheels across his sleeves. Scale-like patterns over his long-snouted mask His shoes tap rhythmically on the tiles as he moves, acting as percussion as he plays his woodwinds.
This is a Dorima, a traditional gladiator, actor, and mascot from another planet's culture.
The huge performer moves with much more dexterity than one would imagine. A large amount of that "fat" is likely muscle with just enough softness to provide a rounded frame. He laughs and begins to sing, and shockingly well at that, playing a pair of rhythm bones in one hand.
“Cést la vie! Only need! You to keep up, Unless you'll die! Punished for my sins! You see, on the low, look a bit closer, You'll deny! Shower me in sorrow!! Oh, what a misery... Oh, but you'll miss me... I'm your only friend...”
You can make a perception check, if you so desire.
The huge performer moves with much more dexterity than one would imagine. A large amount of that "fat" is likely muscle with just enough softness to provide a rounded frame. He laughs and begins to sing, and shockingly well at that, playing a pair of rhythm bones in one hand.
“Cést la vie! Only need! You to keep up, Unless you'll die! Punished for my sins! You see, on the low, look a bit closer, You'll deny! Shower me in sorrow!! Oh, what a misery... Oh, but you'll miss me... I'm your only friend...”
You can make a perception check, if you so desire.
4
'What's this game, then, Journeyman?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"The game is whatever we want it to be!" He laughs. "We're all playing it anyway!"
He doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary beyond the strangeness of the criminal before him.
'You're not here to cause any trouble, are you? By that, I mean another massacre. People are getting angry, and they're getting scared'
He snorts. "They always were. It's just a matter of deciding who's worthy of being crowned a 'person.' It's always been a massacre, and until someone stops it, it always will be. Violence is always a cycle. Not my fault if it comes back 'round. Ha Ha Ha~!"
"The game is whatever we want it to be!" He laughs. "We're all playing it anyway!"
He doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary beyond the strangeness of the criminal before him.
'You're not here to cause any trouble, are you? By that, I mean another massacre. People are getting angry, and they're getting scared'
He snorts. "They always were. It's just a matter of deciding who's worthy of being crowned a 'person.' It's always been a massacre, and until someone stops it, it always will be. Violence is always a cycle. Not my fault if it comes back 'round. Ha Ha Ha~!"
'Talk serious, why don't you? This ain't a game. I've heard that some of the higher-ups at Ondar are beginning to see you guys as more of a... liability.'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He snorts. "They always were. It's just a matter of deciding who's worthy of being crowned a 'person.' It's always been a massacre, and until someone stops it, it always will be. Violence is always a cycle. Not my fault if it comes back 'round. Ha Ha Ha~!"
'Talk serious, why don't you? This ain't a game. I've heard that some of the higher-ups at Ondar are beginning to see you guys as more of a... liability.'
The man stops twirling and slowly lowers his arms. "Oh, you think you're the only one allowed to play? Because you're rich? Because you 'contribute?' Ha. If Ondar had any influence here, they would have stopped using the Journeymen ages ago. And you would be dead. All of you. And that would be sad, wouldn't it? Do you know what sad means?"
He snorts. "They always were. It's just a matter of deciding who's worthy of being crowned a 'person.' It's always been a massacre, and until someone stops it, it always will be. Violence is always a cycle. Not my fault if it comes back 'round. Ha Ha Ha~!"
'Talk serious, why don't you? This ain't a game. I've heard that some of the higher-ups at Ondar are beginning to see you guys as more of a... liability.'
The man stops twirling and slowly lowers his arms. "Oh, you think you're the only one allowed to play? Because you're rich? Because you 'contribute?' Ha. If Ondar had any influence here, they would have stopped using the Journeymen ages ago. And you would be dead. All of you. And that would be sad, wouldn't it? Do you know what sad means?"
'I think I know what sad means. Ondar is gaining influence here, the people broadly support our actions, and we're getting more resources by the day. Our collaboration is mutually beneficial. Your goons shooting up Kio Street Market, on the other hand? Of rounding up unchipped and torturing them for no reason? The optics are bad, let's put it that way'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The man stops twirling and slowly lowers his arms. "Oh, you think you're the only one allowed to play? Because you're rich? Because you 'contribute?' Ha. If Ondar had any influence here, they would have stopped using the Journeymen ages ago. And you would be dead. All of you. And that would be sad, wouldn't it? Do you know what sad means?"
'I think I know what sad means. Ondar is gaining influence here, the people broadly support our actions, and we're getting more resources by the day. Our collaboration is mutually beneficial. Your goons shooting up Kio Street Market, on the other hand? Of rounding up unchipped and torturing them for no reason? The optics are bad, let's put it that way'
"Oh, so you're from Ondar? That explains some things. However, if I were you, I would have shot me, the me me in this case, if I knew about all that (gp). Nasty business."
He leans close, whispering. "There are so many Journeymen at this point that it's hard to keep track of them all. Maintaining a firm grasp on the organization has been getting harder and harder." His voice wavers. "I'm really (gp)ing trying, man. I've killed so many monsters and they keep hiring more."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"We'll see what we can do."
*good ending place for now?*
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!)
The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe, eat cake.
She nods before heading to a corner and fiddling with some things.
*Sure. I have homework I've been procrastinating against anyways.*
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
*story of my life :p*
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!)
The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe, eat cake.
*Yeah, pretty much a daily thing for me, if I'm being honest.*
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
A bunch of hunters are in Kio Street Station, struggling with a loudspeaker
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A tall, fat man, dressed in a leering mask and a bizarre costume that emulates the images of dragons, angels, and Journeymen, is dancing and playing a wooden flute in Kio Street Station. Black and white leather, golden fabrics, and crimson stains across it all. Wing-like patterns across his cloak and wheels across his sleeves. Scale-like patterns over his long-snouted mask
His shoes tap rhythmically on the tiles as he moves, acting as percussion as he plays his woodwinds.
This is a Dorima, a traditional gladiator, actor, and mascot from another planet's culture.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kel is outside Kio Street Station, watching him
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The huge performer moves with much more dexterity than one would imagine. A large amount of that "fat" is likely muscle with just enough softness to provide a rounded frame.
He laughs and begins to sing, and shockingly well at that, playing a pair of rhythm bones in one hand.
“Cést la vie!
Only need!
You to keep up,
Unless you'll die!
Punished for my sins!
You see, on the low, look a bit closer,
You'll deny!
Shower me in sorrow!!
Oh, what a misery...
Oh, but you'll miss me...
I'm your only friend...”
You can make a perception check, if you so desire.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
4
'What's this game, then, Journeyman?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"The game is whatever we want it to be!" He laughs. "We're all playing it anyway!"
He doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary beyond the strangeness of the criminal before him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'You're not here to cause any trouble, are you? By that, I mean another massacre. People are getting angry, and they're getting scared'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He snorts. "They always were. It's just a matter of deciding who's worthy of being crowned a 'person.' It's always been a massacre, and until someone stops it, it always will be. Violence is always a cycle. Not my fault if it comes back 'round. Ha Ha Ha~!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Talk serious, why don't you? This ain't a game. I've heard that some of the higher-ups at Ondar are beginning to see you guys as more of a... liability.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The man stops twirling and slowly lowers his arms. "Oh, you think you're the only one allowed to play? Because you're rich? Because you 'contribute?' Ha. If Ondar had any influence here, they would have stopped using the Journeymen ages ago. And you would be dead. All of you. And that would be sad, wouldn't it? Do you know what sad means?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'I think I know what sad means. Ondar is gaining influence here, the people broadly support our actions, and we're getting more resources by the day. Our collaboration is mutually beneficial. Your goons shooting up Kio Street Market, on the other hand? Of rounding up unchipped and torturing them for no reason? The optics are bad, let's put it that way'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Oh, so you're from Ondar? That explains some things. However, if I were you, I would have shot me, the me me in this case, if I knew about all that (gp). Nasty business."
He leans close, whispering. "There are so many Journeymen at this point that it's hard to keep track of them all. Maintaining a firm grasp on the organization has been getting harder and harder." His voice wavers. "I'm really (gp)ing trying, man. I've killed so many monsters and they keep hiring more."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels