...Thank you. I've been told as much before. …
(Has almost gotten all those dominoes stacked up. DAAAAAMN, he quick...) (It leans back, the closet door creaking behind it at frequencies only perceptible to those who have first perceived its Being.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-in the kitchen, Brie continued to play Chess against herself-
-the match was getting intense-
-... one of the Kings isn't on the board-
-as Laurel makes himself another cup of coffee-
-King, however, managed to attract some attention from an unknown source-
-a voice, disguised by electronic sounds, almost like a text-to-speech function-
Perhaps it is because they believe you to be strong. And what is more impressive? The sheep killing the wolf, or the wolf killing the sheep?
-it seemed to be coming from one of the bushes-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI wasn't any good when I started. I have diagnosed motor issues. But you see, I didn't quit. …?
(Stacks a domino in a precarious spot.) (It tilts its head to the side.)
And now, I'm doing it even after I died. Isn't that sort of insipid? (And signs a greeting back.)
(The bandages on his face crinkle slightly, as though he managed a smug little smirk underneath.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Sometimes that's what you have to do... Sometimes that can even be a profession. (It signs back, in laconic little bursts, explaining in vague terms that it is a visitor here, an avatar of something larger, and that it will not be staying for very long. It also expresses that meeting Solace is a positive experience and that communicating using one's hands is fascinating... as is communicating in general.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Nothing much. -oh shit, someone's just crouching there in a tree branch-
I just like to keep an eye out for people like you. The strong. Whether of mind, or of presence.
-they don't seem armed... or displaying any hostile intent-
I have need of people like you. Or at least, contributions from people like you.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(Nods.) I was a detective, actually, the world's foremost for many years. The construction was just a side-hobby, really... It did help me focus, but it was wholly tertiary to my profession. (It explained, still terse, that language did not come naturally to it and that it had absorb this information from its new environment.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Oh, that's a shame. I've enjoyed being cryptic. So cryptic that you're the first person here I've spoken to.
-thinks for a few moments, before waving a hand in a slightly dismissive look- Well... for longer than a few seconds, at least.
-they hop down from the tree- My name's not important, but my work is. -they hold up a single finger-
DNA. The blueprints of life. I consider myself a collector of peoples' DNA... I take them, and I make something new out of them. All for a good cause, I can assure you. However, I merely need more samples, and you seem quite the candidate.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThe person you had a run in with seemed to think otherwise. Honestly, you must be humble, or everyone you've ever met have been idiots... and as much as I may be a pessimist at times, statistically the former is more likely.
-sighs through their helmet- Honestly, I don't need much of a criteria for this project. Everyone has potential. Even some... grubby little... thing I found. It read as human on a scan, and I managed to identify some traits of the consciousness, something named 'Breen'... But, I still used the data.
-shrugs resignedly- All data is good data, after all.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

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...Yes, I suppose so. Humans are social animals. I would not have lived for forty years if they were not. Nothing to lose. Would not matter.
(...wait fuckin— FORTY YEARS??? that androgynous voice sure doesn't sound 40...) (It peers down at Solace as she studies it. The details hover between vague and defined at this distance, and its massive body emanates a soft glow.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019