Oct 16, 2021
“Look at the short twerps making an alliance. You guys should go trick-or-treating together. I bet everyone would find your costumes really creative and whatnot, for such small kids.”
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“Look at the short twerps making an alliance. You guys should go trick-or-treating together. I bet everyone would find your costumes really creative and whatnot, for such small kids.”
"Hey, check it!" Diggy, without any ceremony or warning, shoves the object of her interest right in front of Dingo's face. Which happens to be a particularly large Stag Beetle, tottering about her metallic palm, and lifting its pincers at the closest object. That is, Dingo's nose.
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"Where d'you find such a big beetle? You didn't steal it from a zoo or anything, did you?"
He looks down at the beetle, his curiosity sparked. And of course, that leaves the beetle plenty of chances to reach for the protruding feature on Dingo's face...
"AAAARGH!! GET IT OFF ME!!"
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Dingo’s stomach gave a growl. Hunger devoured him alive, forcing his body to draw from his very last resources. Soon enough, he would lose his grip on what humanity he had left.
His heightened senses picked up a fresh scent. A group of humans, young and foolish, wandering around despite the late hour. Even from the distance, the ghoul could pick up the smell of alcohol. They had to be on their way to a club, all prepped and fresh.
You can’t kill them. They’re innocents. Barely older than you. A voice berated Dingo. It wasn’t his voice, but his mind was too foggy to recall who it might belong to. Each second that passed made the voice sound more and more distant, until he could hardly hear its pleas.
The monster was on the move.
His superhuman strength took him to the group of teens in an instant. In a few leaps, he had reached a rooftop right above their heads. His kagune burst through the skin of his lower back, tentacles curling above his head, ready to lash out.
A wicked grin split the monster’s features. His red irises glinted in the dark, as he licked his lips in anticipation. He would be feasting on fresh meat tonight.
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Tomahawkman was enjoying his stay in the human world. This felt so much better than using a Copyroid - everything was so intense, so much more fulfilling than when he was just borrowing a hollow, metallic husk. This time, he truly felt like he belonged here.
Since he was made of flesh and bones, Tomahawkman was subject to human needs. He needed sunlight, he loved the caress of the wind on his face. He spent a lot of time at the nearby park, taking in every little detail, listening to the birds chirping, the children playing ...
Tomahawkman strayed away from the paths, and thought he’d recognized a peculiar silhouette hiding behind the bushes. Intrigued, Tomahawkman approached quietly, and called his friend in a hushed voice.
“Diggy ? Is that you ? What are you doing out there ?”
“Really ? What’s holding you back in life, mud robot ? Your toxic relationship with dirt ?”
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Ah. This was certainly a predicament.
It had only been moments before that the princess had been within her own chambers at night, door locked shut as she ( yet again ) prepared to practice a spell—--a simple spell, really; one that would no doubt place a duplicate of herself to fool that horrid father of hers.
—-Except, well...
The spell hadn’t exactly gone according to plan.
Now instead of stone walls and the familiar dance of flames upon hung torches, it appears she had been sent off to some sort of... glass kingdom? Even now she is unsure, stepping around in nothing more than a cloak over her head and her nightly wear as strange people in equally strange clothes pass her by.
Perhaps, she thinks to herself, some information was due.
A tap on one ( armor-clad? ) shoulder and her nail clinks lightly upon solid metal. A knight, maybe? Why else would they be donning such gear?
“ pardon me, ” she starts, and brown eyes peer up beneath the safety of her hood, “ but i appear to be, erm, lost. what... kingdom am i in? ”
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“Oh, goodness...”
In the midst of the Nexus, the virtual reality plane that seemed to branch and connect different timelines, Owen--it’s admin and overseer--was overlooking a mass of holo-screens that encircled his form, reaching out every so often to either bring one closer or dismiss one entirely. A soft frown was on his face the entire time.
“Holes in the firewalls everywhere...what could be causing this--?”
Oh, he hoped it wasn’t anything dangerous. That would mean that anything could come through this in-between space at any moment, if he didn’t start fixing it right this moment--
Blip.
...ah. Too late for that.
“Eep--!” The young OVER-4 unit took a step backwards in surprise as someone he did NOT recognize stepped through the open digital-space rift. Uh oh.
“ if—nah, when he gets that motorbike, i’ll both urge him to get some insurance and teach him how to ride. ”