Gran: It's not like I met th' basterds in person, you know. I just know from Ed that they was your normal adventurers, greedy buncha murderhobo punks who smash'n grab all your belongings before running. They were lucky enough to not stick any of me grankids before I reached 'em. Just smashed and grabbed Princess before hoofin' it. Still, can't let them just go and get away with it, can we? I'd go, but my back won't quite let me...
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Oliver: Yeah... I think hold on a second.
-Oliver sighs, gets up, goes outside, and queries his Devotion as to the amount of ammunition remaining in its current magazine (it's full)-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Oliver, you get beaned by a peice of stray metal that thankfully wasn't sharp but it hit you hard enough to push you off your feat-
-which is a good thing because something the size of space shuttle has hit the ground and slid across it mere feet away from you-
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PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-Oliver skids into the ground as a pile of robot-
-A few seconds later, the Stim wears off, and he just kinda lies there in a heap for a few moments before picking himself up-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-outside, now lying on its side is this thing-
-it is missing an arm and the cape is very tattered, it looks generally beat the hell up-
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-well its a good thing Oliver went to the head cuz the hatch on the chest comes flying off-
-and outcomes an old friend
◊, kind of-
-she is not nearly as cean as the picture, she's got several burn marks and oil smudges on her and her clothes are somehow less dencent than usual-
-she just hangs out of the cockpit and groans for a moment then suddenly shoots up, gasping, resulting in her hitting her head on the hatch opening and flinching-
Fen:Ow....not what I needed right now...
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Gran: Well, there's no gettin' around it. Our Princess has been kidnapped by adventurers.
Not you, obviously, otherwise you'd get a tanning, I mean other ones.
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