herta vc: i could change the code so that they say "loser! :D" instead 🤔

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"I..." The way she's being so genuine in deciding the way to alter this for him. Did his more violent outburst compel a more curious way of handling this?

Or was it the fact that inanimate objects normally don't get pulverized to such degrees?

.... she is not asking

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JUST HOW MANY PEOPLE FOUND THEMSELVES HERE AT THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME!?

HE CAN FEEL HIS SOUL SINKING INTO HIS DAMN HIPS AT THIS POINT.

....

Deeeeep breath!

"what kinda media are you looking at for intellitrons??"

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"Whoooooa whoa whoa whoa!" He begins, drawing his hands up in a form of mock surrender. Careful with that blade known as words here!

herta: i'm sending your personal(?) collection to screwy right away-

​Never has there been a moment where a man just fell to his KNEES. Her voice, as whimsical and life charging it can be, also served as the cold, cruel nature of her mother element at the same time.

A primal fear sparked in the depths of his being, a heaviness that is aware, no doubt like Herta was equally aware given the FIRST damn idea that charged up in her mind. No, his dearest didn't even bother to ask, worst yet, question. Her. A genius. She genuinely just charged into the essence of action instead of breaking this down.

..WHEN. Breaking things down normally gives him time to consider!!!

"Babe..." His voice shudders out, the normally vigor bright strength hilariously absent. It'd be a private but rare day, where he'd crawl shakily over to where she stands.

"That is NOOOOOOOOOOT mine right there! C'mon, now you know we have history, you know that a freak exists in me.." Actually, it does in a lot of ways, but different story here!

"Hey, I'd like to pre-order a March special order of over 20 kisses, a side of five hugs and her batting those pretty six phased eyes at me."

"Would tomorrow be a good time for this?" Griiiiiin.

Not exactly the most sensible way he's come to approach a newcomer. To hear that a world, another lay of land rich with life finding itself cast within non-existence itself? It'd only be Skirk's quieter reflections on the matter, the way it stirred thought compared to lost agonies that compels Caelus in letting her continue.

His instincts led him to assume that decimation may have been the catalyst. A sole survivor? Only dangerous forms of songs and dance would play to such a unique circumstance.

So to hear the beat of her laughter despite the river of cruel ironies being reflected upon? It gives him the impression of a stalwart soul, and right now Caelus felt like he didn't have the right to join in said laughter.

Too damn morbid in his particular case!

"You've willed some goddamn limbs into being because you didn't feel like kicking the bucket?" An impressed whistle escapes. "Remind me to never go and get on your bad side, in any century." Now a touch of laughter follows. It was relieving to see more people carrying their respective share of grit.

"A homeworld for me is an alien thing if I'm being honest. ..Least any memory of it, all I can remember is crawling back for a new chance at life in this Space Lab amidst the stars that was being invaded. Meeting my motley crew, then tearing open some new pages for history to sink its claws into. ..Maybe I should consider that my beginning? Feels like it should be the right kind of fondness to have for it."

A spark of wonder is set in the Trailblazer's eyes. "What do you think?"

DH is itching to talk imagenae theory with him now... (<- has also been bingeing readables)

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