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What’s my prize? (From Medic because why not. Also...he did send her a Valentine and say she was beautiful before...if permitted, perhaps we should explore this further? I think my little insane German rather took a fancy to Amelia. x3)
((Omg, I would love to. X3 I don’t see why not. Speaking of which…))
9. Kiss my character on the lips
The Sniper’s face turned a deep shade of red. “Well, only if ya want to…”
@Calhoun-and-friends
"Pris, with the scissors, cut yet another leg from the spider." - Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
From a scientific point of view, today's test was extremely inefficient and going terribly. Fortunately, from the point of view of someone with few morals and a grudge against humans, it was extremely entertaining.
Things had been going smoothly enough to begin with, but eventually the exhausted test subject tripped just as a heavy metal door was closing, slamming right on his legs and leaving him unable to easily continue. Though under normal circumstances she would've had a small amount of pity towards the human and let him die there, this one's disrespectful attitude had irritated her early on. So, she forced him to continue, shattered legs and all.
GLaDOS herself was far from the gory scene, sitting behind the scenes at a desk in her chamber. The camera feeds from the test chambers were projected directly to her mind, and when she spoke her voice came out of both her mouth and the speakers in the chamber. It was the perfect set up for someone who ran such messy tests while being disgusted by the idea of actually getting near blood soaked chambers.
"Are you aware that you're going ninety percent slower than the average test subject? This is pathetic."
Even aside from her sadistic streak, the test was somewhat useful for science. She didn't have a lot of data on how well test subjects could perform while actively dying.
"It's not like I amputated your legs. The injury was your own fault, and not an excuse to start slacking."
Before she could shout anymore insults or accusations at the half dead human, she heard the foot steps of a much more lively human in the distance. She glanced at the camera feed of her hallway, though it was pointless by then; the intruder had just stepped into the doorway of her chamber. She glared up at the woman from her desk. "You're trespassing."
¿?
Send me a ” ¿? ” and my character will have to speak to yours in a different language.
"Kann ich Ihnen helfen?"
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Send me a ★ for one way I'm similar to my muse. Send me a ☆ for one way I'm different from my muse.
in terms of similar, i’m gonna go with the obvious and say that we both LOOOOVE food. ;u;
and for different, to go with my answer for similar, i’m certain i’ve never been as hungry as he is on a daily basis ;w; bc i mean seriously he’s kinda constantly starving, poor baby!!! ;W;
calhoun-and-friends:
Mirage stared in disgust at the dark haired young man before her. He was shy, that much was certain. But he was apparently also her husband? No chance. “Over my dead body,” she growled. “What, you’re just going to accept this? You’re going to roll over like a dog and do what some dumb sheet of paper says?”
One thing was clear about Mirage; she was a fiery spirited young woman, and if she wasn’t happy, she’d not hesitate to voice her qualms. “Let me see that!” she snapped, snatching the paper from his hand and scanning it. Something about law binding…wills of the fathers of both parties…dying wishes…and why had nobody told her of this until now?!
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Gru cringed at her outburst. In fact, he wasn't quite happy about this sudden announcement as well, but...he did it for his father. "I-it's---" He gently, yet firmly took the sheet from her hands again. "It's my fadher's last will! He died some days ago and he knew yur fadher--- dhey had planned dis kind of...relationship for a while now!" He frowned slightly. She wasn't happy about this, surely not. But probably she even was more unhappy about the fact that h e was her husband. He gulped, but then he bowed slightly. "My, uh...my name's Gru. But Considerin' dhe current conditions, yu may call me Felonious."
"CONGRATULATIONS! You're the 53rd person to avoid making eye contact with me today! That means you get a free invasion-of-personal-space hug!"
Saph’s eyes widened as she looked at the stranger “Umm…Excuse me? Why..umm….That’s an odd number to pick, shouldn’t it be like 100th person or something? And…I’m good I don’t need a hug.”
5 people are looking for a good book
"D'you wanna read this one after me?
It's really funny."