Oh my!! Hello there! Im here to talk with Syral!
... What did you do to her?
@jester-offical
MOD3L 18 H3RE!
TH3 PURP|_E DANI3L PUT H3R TO SLEEP!
Is that so? Well then, Model 18, I suppose I should too! Ehehehe!
That won't be a problem for a fool such as myself, yes?
OK3I!
[She hands you a syringe]
Why, thank you Model 18! Ehehhehe!
{Dolly spoke, and they injected themself. Dolly slumps to the ground, unconsious.}
[You wake up in in a very futuristic and large city.]
{Dolly- well, nevermind. Cal awakes and groans as he looks around.}
What the FUCK did Dolly do?!? Hnng.. im gonna KILL that damn jester.
{His voice is deeper, meaner. Cal takes a proper look around, while he yanks the jester hat, and most of the bells off of his outfit.}
[You hear a voice behind you]
Well, hey there!
{Cal turns around quickly, hands balled into a fist.}
Uh. Hello? Who are you?
{His voice is rough, and his body language is stiff. Hes expecting a fight, obviously.}
[The voice is behind you again] Sheheheh!
What be thoust name, child?
{He whips his head around again.}
Oh goddammit! Who the FUCK are you!?
{Cal growls out. Then forces himself to calm down.}
.. call me .. Cal. Now, who the fuck are you?
[When you next turn around, you see a Tinral dressed in a blue pirate outfit, using his sword as a cane.] I be Tinral model 1.
Thy very first!
...Ookay.
So, Tinral Model 1.. where am I.?
{Cal decides not to comment on the pirate outfit. Hes wearing a jester suit. Its not like he has room to talk.}
Beautiful is it not?
Not what I asked.
Where. Am. I.?
{Cal asked again, suddenly much more tense.}
A dream!
..thanks. I guess this place is.. beautiful.
{Cal pauses, and suddenly he can remember what Dolly had done this for. He grimaced slightly.}
Right. A dream. Right. Okay, I'm here for.. someone named Syral. Dya know.. anything about that?
Sheheheh!
That’s mine creator!
Oh? Well then, dya know where she is? I.. have come to.. see her.
{Cal was unsure why, but he supposed he should find her, and figure out why Dolly wanted to find her.}
Why, she be just in that building!
[He points to a standard small shack.]
..oh? Is that so? Hm.
{Cal looks at the shack. Then back at the Tinral.}
Why are you.. helping me.?
She be mine creator!
Leadeth the way!
[He follows at the speed of a snail.]
{Cal begins to walk, fast. And then paused once he realized how.. slow Tinral 1 was moving.}
.. do you.. always walk... that slow?
{Cal asked, trying very hard to not yell.}
You youngins…always movin’ so fasteth these days…
How.. how OLD are you?!?
{Cal asked, before shaking his head.}
Hm. Im gonna try something. Do Not Move.
{Cal spoke, before attempting to pick Tinral 1 up. Cal could likely still move faster then he could, even with the extra weight.}
Hng..
[It works!] [For about 19 paces.] [You suddenly can’t lift him]
.. MOTHERFUCKER!
{Cal yelled out, finding himself suddenly unable to lift Tinral 1. He managed to drop him gently though.}
Gnnhg... fine we'll walk at YOUR pace.
{He grumbles more expletives under his breath.}
[He keeps walking before stopping to check his watch.] [He didn’t have that before] Huh!
Looks liketh we’d bettre get a moveth on!
[He walks over to the shed at a normal speed.]
{Cal almost screams. Almost. He cannot get pissed at the one helping him.}
You could.. always.. walk that fast. Why the fuck didn't you earlier?
{Despite Cal trying to stay calm, he was very obviously pissed as he walked with Tinral 1.}
I do not knoweth what thou talking about.
[He opens the door to the shed] [It looks like a large warehouse inside] After thou!
...Forget it.
{Cal forces his anger down, and walks into the warehouse. Careful to look at where he steps.}
{He then looks back, making sure Tinral 1 followed.}
[Model 3 attacks!] [What do you do?]
Whoa- hey!
{Cal yelps out in surprise and moves out of the way of Model 3.}
Who the FUCK are you??
{Cal asks, as he grabs something from the air. He sees a.. morning star in his hand. Fuck. He hated how little control he had over what he could grab.}
EntRy nOt PerMitted.
{Nevermind, then. Cal could not grasp anything. He tensed at this. Guess he needs to use his hands.}
[She tackles Cal.]
SHIT-!
{He grunts as he gets tacked by the tinral.}
Who even ARE you?!?
{Cal asks as he pushes her roughly on the shoulders, intending to try and shove her off.}
[She attempts to strangle him.]
Oh? FUCK YOU TOO!
{Cal snarls as he grasps her hands before they can land on his neck. He forcibly shoves her by her hands.}
[She dives onto you]
Oh fuck off!
{He squirms under her, and tries to look her over, to see any creases, or dents, or just anything that could help him gain the upper hand.}
[There seems to be a weak point on her side.]
{Cal takes a breath, and quickly moves his left hand to the weak point on her side. He digs his hand into the weak point.}
[She starts trying harder, knowing she doesn’t have long] [Seems you need to do more than just hold the weak point]
{He pulls, and rips, and tries to tear away at the weak point. Her trying harder made it known to cal that he made the right decision to go after the spot on her side.}
Ghng cmonnn...
{Cal speaks, urging her to give up.}
[You rip out a bunch of wires. Her purple and magenta eyes go dark as she stops moving] [Model 1 speaks up] Why, ya did pretty good!
{He shoves the Tinral off of him. At hearing Model 1, suddenly he looks pissed. He doesn't get up as he speaks.}
Shut. The. FUCK UP!
{Cal yells, and then he finally stands. He faces Model 1.}
What the FUCK is WRONG with you?!?! You COULD have HELPED!!
{Cal had tears forming in his eyes. He didnt seem to notice. He seemed very, very angry at Model 1.}
Well, I knew thou couldst do it…
Oh, shut the FUCK up! What if I COULDN'T? Huh? What then?
{Cal asks, and pauses. His voice suddenly gets a lot more.. melancholy. Yet hes still angry.}
I dont.. I dont die like a normal person. If I die.. I come back, but not as me.. this is the ONLY time ive EVER been in control without..
{Cal sighs. He wipes his eyes.}
Fuck. Forget it. Help, or don't. I dont care.
…Mayst I…showeth thou something?
..sure..
[He walks you over to a bench] …I knowe how thou feels.
I have never been sentient.
And I will only be sentient or even…alive while this world exists.
And it must close.
I…am sorry for not helping thou.
But with mine limited time…
I wishth to help thou.
Not just with a fight.
I wishth to help you.
... fuck.
{Cal sighs as he sits down. He brings his knees to his chest, wraps his arms around his legs, and he doesnt look to Model 1 as he speaks.}
.. I am not.. the best person. I get angry easily, as you've seen. You shouldn't want to help me.
..
{Cal doesn't speak again for a long moment.}
Thanks. I don't get you. I dont get why you'd want to help me, but I am thankful.
Taketh as much time as thou needs.
...
{Cal stays silent for a long moment. He struggles with trying not to lash out, to yell at Model 1. To tell him that helping Cal never works, that betting on Cal is like betting on loosing dogs.}
{He finally stands.}
Sorry. Where do we go now.?
Backeth to thy shed.
Alright then.
{He re-enters the shed, attempting to walk at the same pace as Model 1, but he still walks a bit faster.}
[Model 14 now has a street food stand] [15 and 13 are cleaning up the bodies] Well, Yarrg ain’t it be…
Uh.?
{Cal steps slightly infront of Model 1, as he stares at the other tinrals.}
[Model 12 walks up] “Well hey there”
“I see you’ve met 1.”
“Come, relax!
“We’ve revamped the place.”
[The only difference about the room is there’s a ramp off to the side now]
... I ain't here to relax, sorry. Where's... where's Syral?
{Cal doesnt know why she's important to Dolly, or if she is important to them. But he knows he came here for her. He could relax after he found her.}
[He points to the door near 14] [As you guys are going, 14 falls to his knees begging] ”WAIT PLEASE YOU CAN TASTE THINGS PLEASE TRY MY FOOD”
{Cal is tempted to just walk through the door.. but he stops, and sighs. He turns to 14.}
Okay, impress me, then.
{Cal says, a little amused.}
[He whips up a taco.] [Once you eat it…] [HP maxed out!]
..
{Cal eats the first few bites as if he's expecting something bad, or poisoned. And then the flavor, and just.. Holy fuck it tasted good. He ate the rest rather fast, and felt strangely much better then before.}
Fuck, that did taste really good. Thanks.
”HELL YEAH!”
[When the two of you go into the next room, you see an armory. In the center is one of those test your strength machines at carnivals.] [The mallet is gone.]
Oh FUCK yeah.
{And then Cal notices the mallet is gone.}
Oh, fuck no! Goddamn it.
{He glances around, before he walks up to the machine.}
[1 “trips”] Whoops!
[His sword spins, cutting the bamboo on the machine.] [A panel says 1/3]
{The second 1 trips, Cal attempts to steady 1 before he hits the ground. He then notices the panel. He attempts to pick it up.}
Huh. 1 out of 3. Alright.
{So, perhaps two more panels like that in the room. Or two more things that need to be broken?}
Well, tryeth it!
I’m sure you can figure it out!
{Cal almost freezes at his words. Fuck. He was never good at solving shit while being watched. He was good at solving things, yes, but when he was watched? Oh god. He took a breath, and took a proper look around the room. There was the machine, yes, but the rest of the room was an armory.}
{He began to look, and touch what was on display. He looked focused. Perhaps he didn't know what the puzzle truly was, only that there were two other panels he needed to find. Of course, looking around, and properly surveying the surroundings never hurt.}
[You can’t see any more panels.] [There’s probably something else you must do.]
..
{Cal suddenly makes a realization. Fuck.
{He takes one of the weapons from off the wall, and slams it down on the machine, where 1 had hit it earlier.}
[You hit the test your strength machine as the panel says 2/3] [You notice the target/bullseye thing on top is attached to a separate mechanism]
.. hm.
{The target at the top was connected to something else. As Cal swings the weapon again, he stares at the other contraption, looking for any odd details about it. Though perhaps it was simple, all he had to do was hit the target, like the other machine.}
[You can’t reach it.]
..goddamn tall shit..
{Cal huffs, and then throws the weapon at the bullseye.}
Maybest thou needs a different tool to hit it?
