#softspokenpiano

[thefirst-sonof-light-blog]

[ @softspokenpiano continued from X ]

It took Piano a moment to realize that this was SWN-002. Silence was his response as she felt a bad realization: both the SWNs don’t seem to like her. She debated just keeping the number for herself, but no. That would get her in trouble.

::I am doing you a favor. Do you want to officially be SWN-002 or not?:: She had given up on the aggressiveness for a while, but how dare he? ::In order to enter you into the computer I need to know some basic information; name, perhaps appearance, etc.:: A bitterness was in her voice as she glared at the computer screen. Sharp was beating her at her own function: keep Forte in order. She didn’t expect to envy him so much. And for what, to be disliked by another?

Sharp’s curtness was more a reflection of his general attitude than his personal feelings for Piano. This conversation was checking off more than a few things on his list of “Things Sharp Doesn’t Like”: talking to strangers, talking period, talking about himself, doing what Forte told him to...

::I’m not officially anything. I’m not going in Wily’s database. I don’t exist.:: He was still coming to terms with the fact that he did have a tangible impact on this world, and for a while after the Roboenza outbreak had cleared up Sharp had been hovering with a pair of scissors over his tether, ready to cut and run and avoid responsibility. Having an official record of his existence was an extension of that that he wasn’t ready to face. ::Can’t you just put that the number’s claimed and move on?::

[dpn-datalogs]

@softspokenpiano continued from X

“I am DPN-003 Tundra Man.” he answered before motioning to the candy he gave Piano. “…and that is a piece of chocolate candy colloquially known as a ‘kiss.’ I understand today is National Kissing Day, and wished to participate.”

[ciinnamon-roll]

@softspokenpiano

It was a rather slow day for Roll. She didn’t wake up until two in the afternoon, and when she finally did rise from the dead, she found someone had stolen her radio. Seeing as that had been her only form of entertainment in terms of electronics, she resorted to painting the walls of her warehouse. 

However, while she was in the midst of putting the details on a tree, her core began giving her trouble. She was on the floor for around an hour, gasping for air to soothe her burning insides. Eventually, the pain subsided, but much to the blonde’s dismay, she was out of E-Tanks. 

And thus, here she was in Wily’s fortress, chugging E-Tanks like an alcoholic and looking like she just came back from Hell.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted someone standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She tilted her head slightly to look at the figure, and realized that it was a girl. 

Said girl had purple hair, rather dark skin, and armor vaguely resembling Forte’s. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and was glaring at Roll with an air of superiority. Roll simply gulped down the rest of the drink in her hand, tossing the can in the trash bin, and turned to her.

“There something you want?”

[dapperprototype]

@softspokenpiano

“So Piano! Lovely weather we’re having, am I right?”

[angeliic-android]

@softspokenpiano

Tima, being as new to the world as she was, had no sense of what was dangerous. Thus, she found herself wandering into a deserted area. 

Or, at least, what she thought was deserted. When she heard footsteps behind her, she quickly turned to partially face the newcomer.

“Who are you?” She asked quietly.

[dpn-datalogs]

@softspokenpiano It would seem I won the art race... Just a cute little something I drew after the sickeningly cute National Kissing Day thread between Tundra and Piano. Gave me an excuse to show what Tundra looks like from behind.

[ciinnamon-roll]

@softspokenpiano

“Eh? Aren’t you Forte’s little sister or something?”

[bluesdln000]

Reminder that I got a Piano side blog! @softspokenpiano