— STICKERS ON MY ARTILLERY, I'M GONNA MAKE HISTORY.
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< written by mari >
< icon by idontknowwhatname1 >
[ And- ]
[ Someone within. Heavy, raspy breathing behind the tree. A trail of oil and blood following them. ]
[ And- ]
[ Someone within. Heavy, raspy breathing behind the tree. A trail of oil and blood following them. ]
That reminds me of my friends, haha.
... maybe not friends, but I like to think they are. I don't think I'll see them anymore.
That reminds me of my friends, haha.
... maybe not friends, but I like to think they are. I don't think I'll see them anymore.
... have fun!
... have fun!
Are you going to see your family?
Are you going to see your family?
...
I understand, I think.
[ not at alllll. ]
[ Thinking for a moment. She'd raise her hand to her chin, but she has yet to fix herself, so- no arms. ]
So... home?
...
I understand, I think.
[ not at alllll. ]
[ Thinking for a moment. She'd raise her hand to her chin, but she has yet to fix herself, so- no arms. ]
So... home?
Where are you going?
[ blink blink. child does not know. ]
Where are you going?
[ blink blink. child does not know. ]
[ She turns away. Now standing still again. ]
[ She turns away. Now standing still again. ]
...
Uhm- oh. T-Thank you.
[ A short bow. ]
That's all I need. You are free to-
... do whatever else you were doing, now. I will await for retrieval.
[ Standing back up. Her face was scarred- one eye closed, the scar running - ]
...
Uhm- oh. T-Thank you.
[ A short bow. ]
That's all I need. You are free to-
... do whatever else you were doing, now. I will await for retrieval.
[ Standing back up. Her face was scarred- one eye closed, the scar running - ]
[ ... some chunk of flesh. Ew. Upon removal, their helm split with a hiss- moving downward, folding out into, what appeared to be, a sort of neck guard. And as for her- ]
[ Messy ash purple hair fell down from within. She turns. ]
[ It's a child. A few years - ]
[ ... some chunk of flesh. Ew. Upon removal, their helm split with a hiss- moving downward, folding out into, what appeared to be, a sort of neck guard. And as for her- ]
[ Messy ash purple hair fell down from within. She turns. ]
[ It's a child. A few years - ]
...
I... suppose.
...
I... suppose.
My helmet is stuck. There's- blockage, or something.
Ca--...
CCan you... remove, whatever it is? It should be on the back of my neck in the armor. I would, but I-- do not have arms.
My helmet is stuck. There's- blockage, or something.
Ca--...
CCan you... remove, whatever it is? It should be on the back of my neck in the armor. I would, but I-- do not have arms.
I do not think you can.
I do not think you can.
I am awaiting retrieval. But my handlers have disconnected me from the network.
I would not be "abandoned". I am to be used for combat until I can no longer fight.
...
I am waiting for reconnection.
[ It sounded like reconnection would never come. ]
I am awaiting retrieval. But my handlers have disconnected me from the network.
I would not be "abandoned". I am to be used for combat until I can no longer fight.
...
I am waiting for reconnection.
[ It sounded like reconnection would never come. ]
I was built with an "intimidation" factor for combat. I do not see how I am still scary.
[ Well, you don't have arms, Mari. ]
I was built with an "intimidation" factor for combat. I do not see how I am still scary.
[ Well, you don't have arms, Mari. ]