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Closed w/ ask-minecraftworld

It was definitely unusual to see a Dalek whistling. That was a sight that a lot of people would probably never be able to check off their lists in their lifetimes. Luckily, Patch was giving people the opportunity to witness it as he casually strolled down the road, whistling the tune of a song he'd heard on the radio in Ria's workshop. It had been beautifully sunny out and Patch's focus was on his surroundings at the moment. He didn't even notice all the people giving him curious looks as they passed him- he was, after all, at least eight feet tall. Too small to be an Iron Golem (and not even iron besides that), but definitely gigantic compared to a human. Before he could run into the woman again like last time they'd met, though, he stopped walking, instead standing still. His facial detection systems had recognized her in a heartbeat, and he instantly recalled her temper. Bumping into her again wouldn't be good. She still wore those peculiar pirate clothes, and he wondered if she was working with more of those odd papers. "Ah, you again!" Patch softly exclaimed with a friendly smile. "I have not seen you in a while. How have you been?" @ask-minecraftworld

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Closed w/ askroseandthecrew

Patch didn’t leave home on his own much. This was a first for him- exploring the complicated, twisted caverns in the massive mountain near the house unaccompanied. His eye immediately snapped over towards any sound he heard, although the only creatures he saw were a few bats fluttering around. He was on edge, being alone and all. Still, seeing as his true body sat deep inside his metal exterior, there was no true threat to his well-being unless an exceptionally powerful mob were to attack him.

Even though he knew this, he still jumped back and let out a yelp when he turned a corner and saw someone standing there. He hadn’t expected to find anyone there with him. With his back and the palms of his hands pressed firmly to the wall, he carefully peeked back around the corner, his glowing blue eye leaking a little bit of light into the bend of the tunnel.

“Um… H-hello. Please identify yourself,” he called, though quietly. He was obviously very nervous. No one was here to back him up, and he wouldn’t want to have to shoot this person if they turned out to be hostile.

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ask-the-shadow-cast Ugh. It's so dark out here. Calem was feeling his way around in the dark of the night. Normally he wouldn't be having issues with finding his way, seeing as he was a zombie and could see in almost pitch-black darkness and a moonlit night wasn't an issue, but the moon was overcast with thick, black clouds tonight. And he was lost in a roofed forest. What fun. Just then, he heard a stick crack not far from him. Was it another mob, or perhaps- "Hey," he called, "is someone there?"