[ There’s a couple of knocks on the Hunter’s door fairly late into the evening. Standing outside is Pathfinder, one of his arms dangling by a couple of wires ] “Friend Bloodhound? I don’t suppose you are awake and know how to repair robots? It appears the last time i had it fixed someone missed a couple of steps...” (ask-the-path)
[ They are indeed asleep by the time Pathfinder arrives. Drained from the previous night, where they spend the midnight hours by the side of a fire, offering flowers and meat to someone long dead. So now, they are tired when they awaken, and perhaps a little bit rough answering the door. ]
[ But they soften at the sight of Pathfinder– the one MRVN they could trust, the one they cared for like a child of their own. They rub the tiredness from their eyes, sighing softly as they mumble to him. ]
“Ah, litli gem, what has happened? Come, come inside.” [ They stand aside so he may enter, heading to where they keep their tools for their tech. ] “I know how MRVNs operate, it should be easy to fix.”
@ask-the-path
“A celebration of life could be anything. Perhaps tomorrow night, I should make a feast.” [ Bloodhound places their hand on his shoulder. ] “We could invite everyone. Time with friends is the best celebration one could ask for. Perhaps we could do that.”
