...It's good that you... like them... and they like you...
(They all huddle up real close to Sandra, the one she picked up still dozed off in her lap.)
...Hm well. Decent question, I will be needing to read it— in costume— on stage— in two weeks. Yet it is seeming a dud.
(Dramatic pout.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-He almost hesitates. She seems familiar-
-Of course she does. There were hundreds of them. Easy shot-
-Goes right for centre mass. Too many arteries and nerves in the neck. A dead faerie can't be taken hostage-
I don't think you are. I think that's why you should be worried.
Maybe it's none of my business, but if I were you, I'd get that looked at. And not by a shrink.
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-Stares at the face for a moment, looking conflicted- ...
-That's how they get into your head. Probably left over magic from the thralls. Because of what they did-
...Fancy gun. Never seen a laser pistol this light. Didn't know they had tech like this. -Carefully collects the gun and the helmet, keeping them both pointed away from him- Probably wired. Let's get going.
And?
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"I saw what appeared to be a holding cell in the basement. Place her there and keep watch. Oh, and wear these."
-Hands him a pair of mirrored sunglasses-
"Their mesmer only works with eye contact. And I will be taking these."
-Artemis collects the helmet and gun and returns to the room-
"...I trust him."
I am going to bed.
Sure.
(Looks over the blueprint before installing the necessary parts and turning on the alchemy kettle, hoping that this wouldn't blow up in his face. He could have sworn that a few sparks were let out when the kettle was powered up.)
edited 1st Apr '17 11:43:16 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."...Hm, not yet... But! Who is to say I will not give or take a few years and perhaps my entry into a prestiged acting school or something of the like. One must create their own destiny, mustn't they.
...Yeah...
(Their bodies aren't, like, as warm as a normal human being's, but they do give off some warmth, and they all seem very cozy.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Sandra, being a corpse, is only as warm as the air around her-
-But at the moment, it's a pleasant sort of coolness, the kind you rest your cheek against-
Sweet little things...
-They really don't bother her, not even a little-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Hm, if you train, perhaps. Your stature would give you a good presence, and those arms, mmm, they would lend you a uniqueness no other actress like you could boast. You should probably consider it.
...They're... They're good...
(Frickin' nest made of white, snuggling creepies.)
(aaaaaaa my aching bones must know REST)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Audrey, look!-
-A woman in augmented power armour-
-Adjusting some of the servos in her gauntlet-
-Sandra falls asleep-
-Well, by that I means she dies and goes into rigor mortis for eight hours-
-But she looks so peaceful-
-Vampire sleep-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Bender continued to yell as Michael went upstairs
"Hey! That is offensive to us robots! Do you go around telling other humans to lose a kidney? I didn't think so! Face it, you're robophobic! Hey, where do you think you're going?"
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