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For mourningpurifier/aspectersruler, Elliot and Batiste!
What you want
It’s late in the evening, but you’re still playing around with a caterpillar, looking deep into how it’s been written into the game’s construct, how its values change as it exists. The presence that enters your file does not go unnoticed, but it does go without greeting for the time being as you watch the insect crawl over your fingers in weird, soft, galloping movements with its entire body. Really, it’s these types of things that fascinate you-- you never realized even something so small could be so intricate and highly complicated. Finally, you rise from where you sit, carefully depositing the caterpillar back into its terrarium before you head out into the main courtyard. “Ah, bonjour-- how might I be of assistance?” You've never seen the likes of this guy before-- he feels like a Batter, but he doesn't quite look the part...
aspectersruler
There is a runt in my kingdom. .
“ Just who are you, boy? “
aspectersruler:
People…In his entire life Batter had never spoken to another living being. Any sentient beings inside his file were practically ghosts, unaware of his very existence. While he could touch them and mess with them, he could not speak to a single one… So when he saw the person before him he wasn’t too sure how to act…What could he say? What could he do?…unfortunately, what came out of his mouth was not very…friendly…
"Who are thee? and why hath thou entered my file?" ----
The faux didn't seem put off by his words at all, there was even a smile spread across his poorly sculpted face, "Me Zack! And who you?" He flapped his undersized and crudely sewn wings once or twice, a few feathers falling to the ground.