> Vantii. Just. Vantii.


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> Vantii. Just. Vantii.
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The sickness this past week and some got to you more than you’ll probably ever admit to anyone.
You haven’t just been feeling like shit. This whole ordeal occurred by your own doing, your determination to work until you drop because anything, anything is better than sopor or waking every hour from a new daymare. Exhaustion kept them from disturbing you as much, but it also meant you weakened yourself.
You never would have risked that possibility before. When did you get so stupid?
“Krrrrr?”
Kat seems to sense that you’re angry at yourself. Again. Still. The furret gets up in your face and demands pets, distracting you. Fex still sleeps on the couch, but her ear twitches.
“I’ve got to get out of here.”
It’s the first you’ve said it out loud. It feels… shameful. Desperate? You don’t know, it’s late and you haven’t slept and thinking is hard. You hug yourself, dragging a third hand down your face while the last still pets down Kat’s flank.
“I was never supposed to stay so long. I was supposed to look for somewhere else to go. We don’t belong here, you know? We’re too…”
You don’t finish the thought.
At least, not out loud.
…You miss the wilds.
> You don't have your bow anymore, dumbass, it was blown up along with everything else that you had. > Proceed to get 3x angrier than you already were.
> You set your pets up with food for the day and put up a note to not have the cleaning bots come in; those startle the furrets still and you won't be around to keep them calm. > Then you bolt for the nearest transportalizer and race through the palace to get to your moirail. You don't know what's happened, but he's in distress and you need to help. > Any troll not quick enough to get out of your way is jumped over or shoved aside, and finally you skid to a halt in Kip's plant-infested room. > You don't know what's happened, you don't know what's wrong, but at the very least you're here. You'll do what you can.
you deserve everything. you are the king of my heart, i will be forever loyal to you. should we be separated our hearts will find their way to each other again. my life would f33l so empty and unfulfilled without you. i am but a small kit but you make me f33l like a true princess
There’s no way you could dare read this and not shed a single tear. You are so lucky to have Ami and in truth, it just makes you feel like you're alive again. Her love warms your cold exterior and interior into something anew and something grander. You don't want to keep her waiting, but this is something you're going to fondly refer back to.
Like The Instrument
After some silence and the strange happenings of your computer getting hijacked and released within a few seconds, knowingoverseer replied. The computer dinged and you were quick to hammer on the auto-read command. Then there wasn't much more to do than sit there and listen to it get read out to you. So far, the conversation was pleasant. It was kind of surprising, actually. You'd fought this person and caused trouble, and here they were talking to you like it wasn't a thing at all.
Then you heard it. The computer read it out strangely at first, but it clicked and sent cold water pouring down your back. A flush of color painted your fins and you just kind of sat there, idly, attention forward at the hunk of computer in front of you. Calliope. The name brought back every last whisper of your blind rage. You could practically feel the slices to your skin, the ache in your chest, and the panic boiling through your veins. It knocked the wind out of you, making you double-forward and clasp your hands into your forehead to stop the world from spinning. Lranip. You could see the plume of white hair, the orange-gradient prongs. You could see it and it absolutely terrified you.
You try to compose yourself, try to figure out something to say. The audio program was pending and you didn't know how to respond. You could feel your pumper in your throat.
You had to say something. It'd be rude to leave her ignored.
Umbran: => Get Pumped
You were elated!
It worked!
OH man, that meant you were so much closer to getting off of your rock than you thought you would be!
You dart around your room looking for something a bit better to send through. You grab one of your robotic experiments, one of the little animal-shaped drone prototypes you'd made for Burnus to fight with that he was ultimately way too powerful for. You flip it on and its eyes light up with a brilliant lime. It doesn't have any real programming, but you load up the four-legged purrbeast sized machine on the transportalizer and send it off again.
A box was simple. This was a much more complex item.