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Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

"Really?" He asks.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Ponchobug! Wazzpinator izz zzo lucky to have you azz a friend." He almost goes in for a hug, but kind of hovers, unsure if Nixie likes physical contact.

She noticed the last moment hesitation, smiled, and accepted the embrace, patting his back lightly.

You're most welcome, Waspinator. That's what friends are for. Shall I ask Fourth Chorus to give us a lift there?

"Yeah, if that'zz okay." He says.

Things really are looking up.

Hearing the melodious tinkle of the Heartbell, Fourth Chorus knelt and lowered their bottom pair of hands to ground level, allowing the two to step on.

Thank you.

Nixie got seated in the automaton's steel palm and looked at Waspinator.

Hop on. We're going to a spa!

He buzzes his wings and leaps onto the lowered hand. Orbinator stops playing with Fleshybug and moves to float beside him. Sitting criss crossed, Waspinator gives an affirmative thumbs up.

The machine straightenes up, cradling them all in their hands. The Citadel's halls are vast, large enough to allow Fourth Chorus to pass with ease.

Arriving at the entrance, they set the three down. The sign made it clear it was the spa. But there was no toll mechanism to be seen, or anyone to take payment for entry.

Huh... Strange... Ah, it might be inside.

She shrugged and walked into the shower room.

Waspinator followed her in, the soul orb trailing behind him. It smelled nice.

"Zzo, what do we do?" He asks.

There was no toll mechanism or anyone to collect a fee. It appears one didn't need to pay to use the spa. Nixie smiled as she opened the door to the bathing area, seeing the clean, steaming waters.

Now, my friend... We relax. Seems like it's free to use!

Having left her belongings in the designated area, she went right in and took a dip in the spa, letting out a little, content sigh.

The wasp set his bag down, untangled his scarf and detached the faceplate. He kept the goggles but lifted them up on his face. Orbinator follows him to a shower. It's better to wash out the grime he accumulated, especially since passing through the Blasted Steps before the Citadel. Soon after, he sits down on the edge first before carefully slipping into the warm water a few feet from Nixie.

"Mmm, yeah that'zz nizze..." He buzzes with contentment.

It feels really good. The tension in his body easing as his muscles relax.

Any good for those pains of yours?

"Definitely better. Not gone, but better." He answers.

#pharloomblr #«we are all fools»#«amusing the audience»

Ah well... At the very least, it's helping.

Nixie closed her eyes, easing into the water completely.

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

"Really?" He asks.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Ponchobug! Wazzpinator izz zzo lucky to have you azz a friend." He almost goes in for a hug, but kind of hovers, unsure if Nixie likes physical contact.

She noticed the last moment hesitation, smiled, and accepted the embrace, patting his back lightly.

You're most welcome, Waspinator. That's what friends are for. Shall I ask Fourth Chorus to give us a lift there?

"Yeah, if that'zz okay." He says.

Things really are looking up.

Hearing the melodious tinkle of the Heartbell, Fourth Chorus knelt and lowered their bottom pair of hands to ground level, allowing the two to step on.

Thank you.

Nixie got seated in the automaton's steel palm and looked at Waspinator.

Hop on. We're going to a spa!

He buzzes his wings and leaps onto the lowered hand. Orbinator stops playing with Fleshybug and moves to float beside him. Sitting criss crossed, Waspinator gives an affirmative thumbs up.

The machine straightenes up, cradling them all in their hands. The Citadel's halls are vast, large enough to allow Fourth Chorus to pass with ease.

Arriving at the entrance, they set the three down. The sign made it clear it was the spa. But there was no toll mechanism to be seen, or anyone to take payment for entry.

Huh... Strange... Ah, it might be inside.

She shrugged and walked into the shower room.

Waspinator followed her in, the soul orb trailing behind him. It smelled nice.

"Zzo, what do we do?" He asks.

There was no toll mechanism or anyone to collect a fee. It appears one didn't need to pay to use the spa. Nixie smiled as she opened the door to the bathing area, seeing the clean, steaming waters.

Now, my friend... We relax. Seems like it's free to use!

Having left her belongings in the designated area, she went right in and took a dip in the spa, letting out a little, content sigh.

The wasp set his bag down, untangled his scarf and detached the faceplate. He kept the goggles but lifted them up on his face. Orbinator follows him to a shower. It's better to wash out the grime he accumulated, especially since passing through the Blasted Steps before the Citadel. Soon after, he sits down on the edge first before carefully slipping into the warm water a few feet from Nixie.

"Mmm, yeah that'zz nizze..." He buzzes with contentment.

It feels really good. The tension in his body easing as his muscles relax.

#pharloomblr #«we are all fools»#«amusing the audience»

Any good for those pains of yours?

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

"Really?" He asks.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Ponchobug! Wazzpinator izz zzo lucky to have you azz a friend." He almost goes in for a hug, but kind of hovers, unsure if Nixie likes physical contact.

She noticed the last moment hesitation, smiled, and accepted the embrace, patting his back lightly.

You're most welcome, Waspinator. That's what friends are for. Shall I ask Fourth Chorus to give us a lift there?

"Yeah, if that'zz okay." He says.

Things really are looking up.

Hearing the melodious tinkle of the Heartbell, Fourth Chorus knelt and lowered their bottom pair of hands to ground level, allowing the two to step on.

Thank you.

Nixie got seated in the automaton's steel palm and looked at Waspinator.

Hop on. We're going to a spa!

He buzzes his wings and leaps onto the lowered hand. Orbinator stops playing with Fleshybug and moves to float beside him. Sitting criss crossed, Waspinator gives an affirmative thumbs up.

The machine straightenes up, cradling them all in their hands. The Citadel's halls are vast, large enough to allow Fourth Chorus to pass with ease.

Arriving at the entrance, they set the three down. The sign made it clear it was the spa. But there was no toll mechanism to be seen, or anyone to take payment for entry.

Huh... Strange... Ah, it might be inside.

She shrugged and walked into the shower room.

Waspinator followed her in, the soul orb trailing behind him. It smelled nice.

"Zzo, what do we do?" He asks.

#pharloomblr #«we are all fools»#«amusing the audience»

There was no toll mechanism or anyone to collect a fee. It appears one didn't need to pay to use the spa. Nixie smiled as she opened the door to the bathing area, seeing the clean, steaming waters.

Now, my friend... We relax. Seems like it's free to use!

Having left her belongings in the designated area, she went right in and took a dip in the spa, letting out a little, content sigh.

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

"Really?" He asks.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Ponchobug! Wazzpinator izz zzo lucky to have you azz a friend." He almost goes in for a hug, but kind of hovers, unsure if Nixie likes physical contact.

She noticed the last moment hesitation, smiled, and accepted the embrace, patting his back lightly.

You're most welcome, Waspinator. That's what friends are for. Shall I ask Fourth Chorus to give us a lift there?

"Yeah, if that'zz okay." He says.

Things really are looking up.

Hearing the melodious tinkle of the Heartbell, Fourth Chorus knelt and lowered their bottom pair of hands to ground level, allowing the two to step on.

Thank you.

Nixie got seated in the automaton's steel palm and looked at Waspinator.

Hop on. We're going to a spa!

He buzzes his wings and leaps onto the lowered hand. Orbinator stops playing with Fleshybug and moves to float beside him. Sitting criss crossed, Waspinator gives an affirmative thumbs up.

#//I'm sorry I passed out writing the damn post lmao #pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»#«we are all fools»

The machine straightenes up, cradling them all in their hands. The Citadel's halls are vast, large enough to allow Fourth Chorus to pass with ease.

Arriving at the entrance, they set the three down. The sign made it clear it was the spa. But there was no toll mechanism to be seen, or anyone to take payment for entry.

Huh... Strange... Ah, it might be inside.

She shrugged and walked into the shower room.

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

"Really?" He asks.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Ponchobug! Wazzpinator izz zzo lucky to have you azz a friend." He almost goes in for a hug, but kind of hovers, unsure if Nixie likes physical contact.

She noticed the last moment hesitation, smiled, and accepted the embrace, patting his back lightly.

You're most welcome, Waspinator. That's what friends are for. Shall I ask Fourth Chorus to give us a lift there?

"Yeah, if that'zz okay." He says.

Things really are looking up.

#pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»#«we are all fools»

Hearing the melodious tinkle of the Heartbell, Fourth Chorus knelt and lowered their bottom pair of hands to ground level, allowing the two to step on.

Thank you.

Nixie got seated in the automaton's steel palm and looked at Waspinator.

Hop on. We're going to a spa!

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

"Really?" He asks.

"Thank you thank you thank you, Ponchobug! Wazzpinator izz zzo lucky to have you azz a friend." He almost goes in for a hug, but kind of hovers, unsure if Nixie likes physical contact.

#pharloomblr #«we are all fools»#«amusing the audience»

She noticed the last moment hesitation, smiled, and accepted the embrace, patting his back lightly.

You're most welcome, Waspinator. That's what friends are for. Shall I ask Fourth Chorus to give us a lift there?

You like kissing Sentinels don’t you :3 (referring to Seventh)

I- We barely met! She is pleasant to be around, yes, but it's not that deep.

...

...I do wonder what it'd be like to kiss a Sentinel though...

#pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»#«act of a fool»

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

He waits for a moment, thinking about what she said. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Easing all those aches, and it might even work. But the thing with establishments like that is...

"Wazzpinator izz flat out of money."

#pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»#«we are all fools»

Not much problem. I now have... more rosaries than I frankly know what to do with. I believe I can afford entry for two.

give you ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine rosaries and 400 shell shards

Wow-

...I shan't ask where you alone acquired such immense wealth. Nevertheless, I suppose I should thank you for gifting them to me!

The shell shards will certainly come in handy as well. Many thanks, anonymous bug!

#pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

"Zzometimezz, yeah." He responds.

He is so grateful that he's made friends and that they are safe.

He massages his lower back.

#pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»#«we are all fools»

I heard there is a spa in the Citadel. Would you like to go there and see how well the hot water works for the pains?

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

Oh that's pretty interesting. He's glad to see Nixie is doing well.

"Wazzpinator hazzn't been doing much. Juzzt zzpending time with Fleshybug and Orbinator." Those two are currently chasing each other.

He pauses as he remembers something.

"A zztrangerbug gave thizz to Wazzpinator. They probably didn't mean it but there wazz alarm zzmellzz that kind of freaked Wazzpinator out?" The wasp pulls out a container with some yellow confectioneries inside.

"It would be put to better uzze if Nixie had it instead. Don't open around me though, bad memories." He explains. Waspinator tosses it for her to catch.

#pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»#«we are all fools»

She caught the container, looking at the label. "Banang"?

Hm... Seems like a fruit snack. Sweet, thanks Waspinator!

Nixie tucked the can away for later and then looked over at Fleshybug and Orbinator running in circles.

...Are they always like this?

Zzorry Wazzpinator hazzn't been around much, Nixie. Old painzz are getting Wazzpinator down. Doezz Ponchobug know how to deal with that? ...

Did Ponchobug do anything new rezzently?

(ooc: I want to explore some chronic pain stuff. He forgot it's a "not everyone" thing. He might also be looking to distract himself with some stories.)

@trouble-findzz-wazzp

How to deal with pain? Hm... I find that rest usually works for me. Ideally at a hot spring. I think it's worth a try, and certainly shouldn't make things worse.

I've been wandering around, getting to know the Citadel's layout. I met a Sentinel called Sev. She has... an exceptionally pleasant presence.

Mentioning the automaton, a subtle smile graced her face.

And what have you been up to, Waspinator?

#pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»#«we are all fools»

[Seventh walks through the Citadel, looking for either a Pilgrim to protect, a Sentinel to interact with, or tools to add to her inventory. As she wanders around, she notices something—or someone—out of the corner of her eyes… It was a butterfly?]

. . .

[Slowly, she quietly walks towards the Butterfly with her Scissor Blade in hand. She is unsure of if this is a pilgrim to protect or a foe to slaughter… Though if this was a foe, could she truly kill someone as pretty as this butterfly?]

Pretty…

-@seventh-sentinel

Nixie had suspected there was someone watching her. Hearing the Sentinel whisper to herself the butterfly turned to face her, claws instinctively going to her lance, the Heartbell by its hilt tinkling softly with the motion.

Seeing the machine, she eased the defensive stance. This was a potential ally, rather than potential foe. Akin to a Sentinel, yet not quite... Who is this?

...Greetings, automaton. I was slightly startled by your sneaking. Do you need anything from me?

[Seventh freezes. She didn’t expect to be noticed, especially with how quiet she was moving]

U-um, greetings! Do not mind me, I was just curious about what a bug like yourself was doing in The Citadel. Are you here for a purpose? Perhaps a pilgrimage?

I certainly do have a goal here. I'm familiarizing myself with the fortress before I officially request the Architect to teach me the art of Cogwork engineering.

My name is Nixie. How should I address you, winged automaton?

Oh, you wish to learn Cogwork Engineering? Fascinating…

[Seventh stays still for a moment as she quietly admires Nixie… Perhaps for a moment too long]

Ah- I am deeply sorry! I have a habit of spacing off…

My name is Seventh Sentinel. You may call me Sev. It is a pleasure to meet you, Nixie.

Indeed. It's a wondrous art, one that draws me in... and also a most valuable skill to have, I believe.

Don't worry. Sometimes I space out too. Lovely to make your acquaintance, Sev.

If I may... You carry the title of Sentinel and resemble one, yet you're still quite different from others of your line I've met. Why is that?

Ah-…

[Seventh pauses for a moment before speaking]

…That is because I am not a Sentinel by Model. I simply uphold the title of “Sentinel” by carrying out certain duties I give to myself since I do not have anyone I take orders from.

I see. You give out and follow your own directives... It's a certain freedom, made even more beautiful by the art of knighthood you choose to pursue.

In that matter, I believe you're unlike any construct I've met before. I'd be overjoyed should you seek my aid once I finally become an Architect...

If I need help, I will gladly seek you out! For now however, is it alright if I provide some aid while you try to become an Architect?

[Seventh takes a tiny step closer to Nixie… She doesn’t know why, but there is something about Nixie that has managed to capture her attention…]

Certainly. All I can learn is valuable.

There was something so very... friendly about Seventh Sentinel. She was so nice and sweet, and seemed quite skilled at combat too. For a reason yet unknown, Nixie felt at ease in her presence.

Very well then! For now, I shall assist you in anyway I can!

[Objective Update...]

[Assist Nixie.]

. . .

Is there anything you need me for at this moment?

Not right now, no. Whenever I do, I'll be sure to seek you out.

[Seventh stays silent for a moment before nodding her head. She had hoped to spend more time with Nixie, but if she wasn’t needed in this moment she might as well focus on her other tasks]

Very well then. I shall take my leave for now…

[Seventh bows her head at Nixie before turning around to leave. However, she stops and turns around]

…I hope to see you soon!

[And with that, she left. She didn’t even know why she said that. The words just sort of left her before she could even think!]

#pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»#«we are all fools»#//I totally need a tag for Sev interaction hehehe.........#//one day :3

Nixie waved her farewell.

Till we meet again, kindly Sentinel!!

The butterfly also hoped the next time would come soon.

[Seventh walks through the Citadel, looking for either a Pilgrim to protect, a Sentinel to interact with, or tools to add to her inventory. As she wanders around, she notices something—or someone—out of the corner of her eyes… It was a butterfly?]

. . .

[Slowly, she quietly walks towards the Butterfly with her Scissor Blade in hand. She is unsure of if this is a pilgrim to protect or a foe to slaughter… Though if this was a foe, could she truly kill someone as pretty as this butterfly?]

Pretty…

-@seventh-sentinel

Nixie had suspected there was someone watching her. Hearing the Sentinel whisper to herself the butterfly turned to face her, claws instinctively going to her lance, the Heartbell by its hilt tinkling softly with the motion.

Seeing the machine, she eased the defensive stance. This was a potential ally, rather than potential foe. Akin to a Sentinel, yet not quite... Who is this?

...Greetings, automaton. I was slightly startled by your sneaking. Do you need anything from me?

[Seventh freezes. She didn’t expect to be noticed, especially with how quiet she was moving]

U-um, greetings! Do not mind me, I was just curious about what a bug like yourself was doing in The Citadel. Are you here for a purpose? Perhaps a pilgrimage?

I certainly do have a goal here. I'm familiarizing myself with the fortress before I officially request the Architect to teach me the art of Cogwork engineering.

My name is Nixie. How should I address you, winged automaton?

Oh, you wish to learn Cogwork Engineering? Fascinating…

[Seventh stays still for a moment as she quietly admires Nixie… Perhaps for a moment too long]

Ah- I am deeply sorry! I have a habit of spacing off…

My name is Seventh Sentinel. You may call me Sev. It is a pleasure to meet you, Nixie.

Indeed. It's a wondrous art, one that draws me in... and also a most valuable skill to have, I believe.

Don't worry. Sometimes I space out too. Lovely to make your acquaintance, Sev.

If I may... You carry the title of Sentinel and resemble one, yet you're still quite different from others of your line I've met. Why is that?

Ah-…

[Seventh pauses for a moment before speaking]

…That is because I am not a Sentinel by Model. I simply uphold the title of “Sentinel” by carrying out certain duties I give to myself since I do not have anyone I take orders from.

I see. You give out and follow your own directives... It's a certain freedom, made even more beautiful by the art of knighthood you choose to pursue.

In that matter, I believe you're unlike any construct I've met before. I'd be overjoyed should you seek my aid once I finally become an Architect...

If I need help, I will gladly seek you out! For now however, is it alright if I provide some aid while you try to become an Architect?

[Seventh takes a tiny step closer to Nixie… She doesn’t know why, but there is something about Nixie that has managed to capture her attention…]

Certainly. All I can learn is valuable.

There was something so very... friendly about Seventh Sentinel. She was so nice and sweet, and seemed quite skilled at combat too. For a reason yet unknown, Nixie felt at ease in her presence.

Very well then! For now, I shall assist you in anyway I can!

[Objective Update...]

[Assist Nixie.]

. . .

Is there anything you need me for at this moment?

#pharloomblr #«amusing the audience»#«we are all fools»

Not right now, no. Whenever I do, I'll be sure to seek you out.

[Seventh walks through the Citadel, looking for either a Pilgrim to protect, a Sentinel to interact with, or tools to add to her inventory. As she wanders around, she notices something—or someone—out of the corner of her eyes… It was a butterfly?]

. . .

[Slowly, she quietly walks towards the Butterfly with her Scissor Blade in hand. She is unsure of if this is a pilgrim to protect or a foe to slaughter… Though if this was a foe, could she truly kill someone as pretty as this butterfly?]

Pretty…

-@seventh-sentinel

Nixie had suspected there was someone watching her. Hearing the Sentinel whisper to herself the butterfly turned to face her, claws instinctively going to her lance, the Heartbell by its hilt tinkling softly with the motion.

Seeing the machine, she eased the defensive stance. This was a potential ally, rather than potential foe. Akin to a Sentinel, yet not quite... Who is this?

...Greetings, automaton. I was slightly startled by your sneaking. Do you need anything from me?

[Seventh freezes. She didn’t expect to be noticed, especially with how quiet she was moving]

U-um, greetings! Do not mind me, I was just curious about what a bug like yourself was doing in The Citadel. Are you here for a purpose? Perhaps a pilgrimage?

I certainly do have a goal here. I'm familiarizing myself with the fortress before I officially request the Architect to teach me the art of Cogwork engineering.

My name is Nixie. How should I address you, winged automaton?

Oh, you wish to learn Cogwork Engineering? Fascinating…

[Seventh stays still for a moment as she quietly admires Nixie… Perhaps for a moment too long]

Ah- I am deeply sorry! I have a habit of spacing off…

My name is Seventh Sentinel. You may call me Sev. It is a pleasure to meet you, Nixie.

Indeed. It's a wondrous art, one that draws me in... and also a most valuable skill to have, I believe.

Don't worry. Sometimes I space out too. Lovely to make your acquaintance, Sev.

If I may... You carry the title of Sentinel and resemble one, yet you're still quite different from others of your line I've met. Why is that?

Ah-…

[Seventh pauses for a moment before speaking]

…That is because I am not a Sentinel by Model. I simply uphold the title of “Sentinel” by carrying out certain duties I give to myself since I do not have anyone I take orders from.

I see. You give out and follow your own directives... It's a certain freedom, made even more beautiful by the art of knighthood you choose to pursue.

In that matter, I believe you're unlike any construct I've met before. I'd be overjoyed should you seek my aid once I finally become an Architect...

If I need help, I will gladly seek you out! For now however, is it alright if I provide some aid while you try to become an Architect?

[Seventh takes a tiny step closer to Nixie… She doesn’t know why, but there is something about Nixie that has managed to capture her attention…]

#pharloomblr #«we are all fools»#«amusing the audience»

Certainly. All I can learn is valuable.

There was something so very... friendly about Seventh Sentinel. She was so nice and sweet, and seemed quite skilled at combat too. For a reason yet unknown, Nixie felt at ease in her presence.

[Seventh walks through the Citadel, looking for either a Pilgrim to protect, a Sentinel to interact with, or tools to add to her inventory. As she wanders around, she notices something—or someone—out of the corner of her eyes… It was a butterfly?]

. . .

[Slowly, she quietly walks towards the Butterfly with her Scissor Blade in hand. She is unsure of if this is a pilgrim to protect or a foe to slaughter… Though if this was a foe, could she truly kill someone as pretty as this butterfly?]

Pretty…

-@seventh-sentinel

Nixie had suspected there was someone watching her. Hearing the Sentinel whisper to herself the butterfly turned to face her, claws instinctively going to her lance, the Heartbell by its hilt tinkling softly with the motion.

Seeing the machine, she eased the defensive stance. This was a potential ally, rather than potential foe. Akin to a Sentinel, yet not quite... Who is this?

...Greetings, automaton. I was slightly startled by your sneaking. Do you need anything from me?

[Seventh freezes. She didn’t expect to be noticed, especially with how quiet she was moving]

U-um, greetings! Do not mind me, I was just curious about what a bug like yourself was doing in The Citadel. Are you here for a purpose? Perhaps a pilgrimage?

I certainly do have a goal here. I'm familiarizing myself with the fortress before I officially request the Architect to teach me the art of Cogwork engineering.

My name is Nixie. How should I address you, winged automaton?

Oh, you wish to learn Cogwork Engineering? Fascinating…

[Seventh stays still for a moment as she quietly admires Nixie… Perhaps for a moment too long]

Ah- I am deeply sorry! I have a habit of spacing off…

My name is Seventh Sentinel. You may call me Sev. It is a pleasure to meet you, Nixie.

Indeed. It's a wondrous art, one that draws me in... and also a most valuable skill to have, I believe.

Don't worry. Sometimes I space out too. Lovely to make your acquaintance, Sev.

If I may... You carry the title of Sentinel and resemble one, yet you're still quite different from others of your line I've met. Why is that?

Ah-…

[Seventh pauses for a moment before speaking]

…That is because I am not a Sentinel by Model. I simply uphold the title of “Sentinel” by carrying out certain duties I give to myself since I do not have anyone I take orders from.