#notyourforte 01

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@notyourforte | Starter Alright, that was just a robot. That was just a straight-up robot walking in the streets, wasn’t it? Unless it was some freak in a costume, which Aoi guessed was a possibility. But generally costumes weren’t that good. He couldn’t see any parts of this person that indicated they were a human.  “Oi,” he called. Aoi normally acted like a lone wolf, but information gathering never hurt. It didn’t mean he was teaming up with anyone to get the hell out of here. He was just getting his bearings. “Hey! Robot guy!” He waved an arm above his head to grab the robot’s attention. By his logic, talking to as many people as possible was probably a good start. Different people had different information, and the more information he collected, the more connections he could make. Plus, it stood to reason that a robot would have a substantial amount of information by virtue of being a fucking robot. 

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“Oh wow, that’s a new one.”  Roll must’ve missed the explanation of Spirale’s resident cat being a behemoth.  Was she a resident cat?  Maybe not, this must be a special occasion.  “Come on, Bass, let’s get those stickers.  It couldn’t possibly be that hard, right?”

“Unless you have something else you’d rather be doing.”

[mit-soo-kee]

@notyourforte | Starter! Mitsuki really didn’t know what to think about his current situation. He’d kind of just gone along with everything that seemed like he was supposed to do. The car he’d gotten into took him to a residence. He assumed this was supposed to be where he stayed? It was a pretty nice place. In other circumstances, he would’ve been more than happy to stay there.  As it was, he was just confused.  He entered the building and paused when he noticed it wasn’t empty. He hesitated, eyebrows furrowing together. That was a person, right? A cosplayer, maybe? He cleared his throat to announce his presence. “Um... Hi?” he greeted, half-heartedly raising a hand in a wave. 

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Priority one is to destroy the Skullgirl. But there's no Skullgirl to be found here and the other objectives her creator gave her were limited in scope. The only thing stopping Robo-Fortune from going on an off-screen rampage is objective number five, but it's not funny to reveal that yet.

"You. I have an important query. You must answer it, or else."

She looms over the other machine, who doesn't have an official height. Although her programming dictates that easily-avoidable conflicts are okay to instigate, there are more important things on her mind.

"Dramatic paws..."

Very slowly, she raises her hand, a single digit extended. It takes an agonizingly long time for her to raise it fully, but suddenly her arm snaps to point to a space behind the other. There's a cardboard box sitting there.

"Is that yours? Can I has box?"

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