Gunsling'n Deviant

"Looks like Wolfer’s likes ya. And a friend of Wolfer’s is a friend of mine. The name’s Mimmi, what’s yours?" Mimmi asked, extending her hand out for a shake. 

Living the nomad life, that intrigued Mimmi. What she’s seen so far of the Island seemed giving enough. She felt so comfortable nearby Beefalo, though she couldn’t really justify why. “Wandering about..? That sounds risky! Don’t you get scared you wont find food? I mean…Do you not have a built base because you need anything? I have tons of manure, the beefalo just dumps it all over the place -  plus I found out it’s good for farms.” 

When asked about why she liked to wander around, Wanda gave the lady a sheepish smile, idly rubbing at the sleeve of her jacket.  ”Well…I’m looking for my grandpa.  He crashed with me on this island too!  I’ve been looking for him for awhile now, but no sight….say, you haven’t seen an elderly gent on here, have you?  Great burly mustache, helmet with goggles, and a great booming voice?”

She wasn’t sure how it happened, but she wasn’t surprised either. It had been a while, but not too long that the dust hadn’t settled, since her boot snagged onto a loose rock and sent her tumbling down the rocky cavern. Coughing to try to clear her dry throat, Mimmi weakly called out, “Hello! I’m down here…I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” 

"I’m Lyza. What’s your name?"

"Just curious…But do people usually go poking around this cave often? I have a feeling people don’t do that, it doesn’t seem like the friendly type." She tried to keep a conversation going to keep her mind off her arm and to fight off the oncoming wave of exhaustion she felt creeping up on her. "You know what’s really friendly? Beds. Beds are really friendly…" 

"But yeah. Yeah, lets get you out of here and back to a friendly bed." He added with a laugh. He offered his hand to help her stand up.

Mimmi couldn’t believe her eyes, another person who was part animal! She ran up to the stranger and shouted in excitement, “Hi! Hello there!” Wolfers opted to stay behind, resting behind the newly built chest box. 

Pointing to a particularly large pile covered with dried grass and canvas she sneered, “That’s probably the most valuable thing I’ve got.” 

"I am," the professor replied. "Is there something that I can help you with? Like maybe I could get you some band-aids or something."

" ALTHOUGH CREATING A STENCH BOMB MIGHT NOT BE A BAD IDEA EITHER…" He...

"This one's a special blend, much different from the beefalo around here. It is a bit smelly, but that just means it's twice as powerful!" She boasted, flexing her right arm for emphasis. To be honest, she wasn't sure how she was going to get rid of her waste, but if this robot was into smelly piles she had a bucket full for him to take.

just don’t do that to yourself

"I am," the professor replied. "Is there something that I can help you with? Like maybe I could get you some band-aids or something."

Mimmi couldn’t believe her eyes, another person who was part animal! She ran up to the stranger and shouted in excitement, “Hi! Hello there!” Wolfers opted to stay behind, resting behind the newly built chest box. 

She pointed to her forehead and complimented, “I like your horns. So you went with Deer? My grandma picked Deer when it was her turn too.” Mimmi flicked her ears playfully, “I picked Kangaroo. Only my ears grew in though, so most people mistake me for a dog or a cat.” She rolled her eyes annoyed. 

Pointing to a particularly large pile covered with dried grass and canvas she sneered, "That's probably the most valuable thing I've got." 

Mimmi couldn’t believe her eyes, another person who was part animal! She ran up to the stranger and shouted in excitement, “Hi! Hello there!” Wolfers opted to stay behind, resting behind the newly built chest box. 

"Uh hello."

"I am," the professor replied. "Is there something that I can help you with? Like maybe I could get you some band-aids or something."

"There you go. The last one is kind of temporary until we can find a good home or a trainer to give it to," he explained.

"Looks like Wolfer’s likes ya. And a friend of Wolfer’s is a friend of mine. The name’s Mimmi, what’s yours?" Mimmi asked, extending her hand out for a shake. 

"Really, don’t worry about your camp!  As long as you have food and a fire, you’re golden.  I still barely have done much to mine, as I’m always out, wandering about!  And hmm….advice….don’t mess with the tallbirds.  They look delicious, but they’re mean little beasties, I tell you!  Also don’t insult Maxwell’s nose.  I found that out the hard way, eheh…"

Living the nomad life, that intrigued Mimmi. What she's seen so far of the Island seemed giving enough. She felt so comfortable nearby Beefalo, though she couldn't really justify why. "Wandering about..? That sounds risky! Don't you get scared you wont find food? I mean...Do you not have a built base because you need anything? I have tons of manure, the beefalo just dumps it all over the place -  plus I found out it's good for farms."