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After taking care of some imps, Waka eventually made it to the kitchen area of the facility. Much to his disappointment, there was little in the way of fresh produce, for everything was securely packed in some sort of crude metal container.

Picking up a can, Waka looked to the label on the container, which read ‘Tomato Soup.’ It seemed that this was one of many soup cans, which filled at least one cupboard. 

but one thing confuses him, and that is the ANIMAL who approaches.

for a moment he self doubts the nature of his location, for the first thing he notices is not the cat-like creature, but the chat box that FLUTTERS between them. the words aren't even noticed, but instead an abject desire to understand just what the hell is going on! if it weren't for his strained, but not unkind relationship with red, perhaps he'd QUESTION the appearance of the cat, but instead — —

❝can ya run that by me again?❞

      What little color he could find contrasting heavily against the dull, unsaturated atmosphere around was much of a calling card for the equally as shimmering Knight; finding himself lost throughout the twists and turns of what he’d deemed to be but a long-since used dungeon. A shudder leads to the hurrying of tiny steps, desperate as ever for company, a high need for an ear to talk off and a shield companion to fight alongside. Floating humanoid-ish form lacking the disturbing qualities of extra limbs, bloats, or otherwise unsettling contorted anatomy held his hopes high to finally finding someone just as much in a bind as himself! Except as he gets close, really close, furry features quickly catch his eye - and as much of an animal lover as he may be...

“ ...Oh! You weren’t what I was expecting to stumble across as all. ” Cats were the least welcomed in his cozy little Kingdom.

He wants to run his hand along the broken ship. He knows little of naval warfare, most of the combat he has seen has been completely on land. He likes his feet on solid ground and absolutely loathed when he was in the air, but he supposes that this is a fine middle ground and he could bear with it should it be what is needed of him.

       WITHOUT PURPOSE NOR ARMAMENTS, it would appear the hunter had little choice but to simply adapt; survive. his people were born for this, to welcome the unexpected for with it came opportunity-- to grow, to become better, to evolve. so he did as he was taught, albeit to his annoyance. it didn’t sit well with him to be stripped of his weaponry, to reach for something and find his hip bare or gauntlet inoperable. he could manage without, but nevertheless he felt... restless.

       perched high in a tree framing a thoroughfare, one of many, he watched, and waited. it had been quiet for some time, as night fell and lulled the city to a slumber. few things were active at this hour, he noted, and whilst seated upon the topmost sturdy branch, veiled by a canopy of leaves, a foot up beside him.

The vast majority of things that happened in my life weren’t under my control.

Unless I believe someone who I really hope was full of shit, but in the case they weren’t, I would probably save time skipping the list and just traveling back in time to suckerpunch myself in the teeth. 

@phasemacha​ sent:  Hear any good jokes lately?

@phasemacha​ sent:  what is your character afraid of? , how many friends does your character have? , what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

HEADCANON MEME

4. What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

Chell doesn’t really have a lot of memories from her life before testing (being stuck in suspended animation for a dangerously-long amount of time will do that), so any memories of her childhood at all she considers to be rather significant. However, it’s hard for even her to really think that the texture of the rug in her childhood bedroom, before the orphanage, is all that important, and yet it’s one of her most distinctive memories from before. Any other memories she has from then are brief flashes, and things she’d consider important-- her parents, someone who seems like a friend (but that can’t be right, she has no friends and is unlikable, of course), things like that. Any memories at all after starting testing, however, she doesn’t consider insignificant-- since anything held a potential importance to her own survival, there was little that she discounted. 

8. How many friends does your character have? 

One: 

And that’s not even an exaggeration to be honest. She genuinely does consider the Weighted Companion Cube her friend. While she’s met some people since arriving here that she gets along with, that she could potentially consider to be friends at some point, she doesn’t know when an acquaintance becomes a friend. And a ‘friend’ implies some level of trust. Chell doesn’t trust anyone-- and won’t until she knows them pretty well. Trusting people, even if they seemed alright, has never worked out well for her. Looking at you, Wheatley.

15. What is your character afraid of?