oh, wow! ferid really must be dead. this is just like those horror movies, where there's a ghostly child to take you into the afterlife or whatever the sort.
for a moment does ferid pause. eyes meet his newfound companions , and they hold. just for a moment, before hand scrapes against ground and languidly raises his newfound wooden sword into the air. well, that certainly wasn't his rapier.
huh. best to go with it.
" howdy ! " is how he begins, giving rock a confident nod. "my goodness gracious. i was wondering when you'd show up. we were waiting very patiently for you . . ."
( he's lying. he's lying through his teeth. )
"welcome to the afterlife," ferid nods, and stands to his feet. "first time? to your left sends you straiiiiight to hell, so you might want to scuttle away from that a bit."
( it was funnier this way. )
"HUH?" His immediate response is uncouth, and would've warranted a gentle scolding from the doctor...But, it was kind of warranted, in all honesty! Quickly, though, Rock realized his abrupt rudeness and pulled himself together.
Though, his voice bank threatened to quaver, while it really didn't make any sense: who else was Rock supposed to believe?! It's not like the doctor or any of the other robot masters were here to work this out with him.
"Afterlife?! Robots don't die----...Do they?!" This really beckoned more questions than he cared to admit. Ferid has about two minutes before this robot starts bawling, though, that's for sure.
