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@thepoultryprincess
Canon divergent SunnySideUp blog ran by @jortstorm (is a part of the yaoiverse)
Some notes on y!Sunny:
- She uses She/They pronouns
- She uses a cane
- She is newly turned 9 years old. She doesn't know that
- They present as a cockatrice
- they doesn't have contact with anyone else right now Has been released into the outside
-currently they are unnamed, and go by s19 named Sunnysideup by 2curucho
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
A sign that a prescence is aware of it. It tenses up, focusing to keep up its stealth. Creation narrows its eyes at the curious shell. Sunglasses, like the one Creator loves. This is important.
It waits, seeing if the shell would ever notice its cleverly hidden prescence a few blocks away.
[Sunnys wings puff up. She shuffles through her inventory, hand landing on a sword and pulling it out]
I'm armed! And I'm not afraid to fight you!
[That last bit is a blatant lie. She looks exceedingly creeped out. She creeps closer to the trees, and catches sight of something... silver?. She lets out a surprised noise that she quickly stifles]
The Shell's eyes notice its legs so it moves. Creation leaps from one branche over to another and another and another, creating a distraction for the Shell to never distinguish where it comes from. It lands another few blocks away, much farther than the tree it perched upon however.
It narrows its eyes again, seeing if this Shell is a threat as they claim to be. It readies to be defensive as a precaution.
[Something flashes in the trees. She keeps her sword pointed out, between where she thinks it is and her. She takes a step back. She is shaking, and yet refuses to leave.]
My pa is.. nearby! If you hurt me, he'll know! She's really strong! And uhm, cool!
Ah! A mention of Creator, and the potential consequences if Creation takes its defensive approach. It should change tactics. If not offensive, nor defensive, it should play interrogative.
Creation drops down from the branch it perched on, landing on a couple of stray twigs and leaves. Heavy metal thuds against the ground, leaving a loud sound of a crunch and boom. It walks, slowly, across the forest towards the Shell.
[The thing falls in front of sunny, who lets out a surprised yelp and falls back, then scrambling to her feet. It is large, and made out of metal. A robot, which is a bit concerning. Sunny has had. Mixed luck with those. It looks.. familiar. Almost like it was modeled after tubbo.
She takes a few steps away from the robot and then tosses a look back at the way back to camp. It might be too far to run, especially since she has no idea how fasy this thing is]
What- what are you?
"A PROTECTOR." It replies in a monotone text to speech voice. Creator looks down at the little shell. It blinks. "I AM CREATION, A BEING DESIGN TO PROTECT."
"YOU ARE A SHELL. CREATOR THINKS OF YOU HIGHLY. THEREFORE, YOU ARE IN MY PROTECTION."
[Sunny squints up at the robot. Creation. Its voice is vaugely reminiscent of the bureaus, in the flatness of it, but it doesn't seem as... angry]
Did tubbo make you?
[She kind of rocks back and forth, deciding between another step back and a step forward, fidgeting with her hands]
Is he doing okay?
Creation blinks again, then runs its head to move up and down in a nod. "YES. A LONG TIME AGO."
It bows down to take a closer look at the shell. Its eyes zoom in and out to focus on her.
"...HE IS..." It thinks, "...BETTER, BECAUSE I HAVE FOUND HIM."
[Sunny tilts her head]
Was he hurt?
[She takes a nervous step forward]
Or sick? Is that why-
[She cuts herself off. Pa was looking for them surely]
"...HE IS RESTING, AFTER COLLAPSING." Creation replies. It stares, lenses zooming onto the Shell's face. She looks vulnerable.
"YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO HIM. VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH."
[Sunny starts to blink back tears rapidly. She misses her pa so, so much. It washes over her like a wave, the type that pulls you under the water and drowns you.]
I know. I-
[She rubs at her eyes trying to make the tears go away]
I miss him.
The robot blinks like a frog. Its wings slightly move behind. Creation nods.
"THE FEELING IS MUTUAL." It then straightens its back turning its head towards the direction of the factory. "..WOULD YOU RETURN?"
[Sunny sniffles and nods]
We need to get 'pito though. And tell the other kids it's time to go home.
[She grabs creations hand and walks toward camp, trying to pull the large robot with her]
Creation's hand gets tugged, and by instinct it's four mechanical legs move with her. It doesn't yield, it can't even. That'd be a breach of its program.
It nods, following the Shell towards the crowd of others. For now, it'll play along, just to lead the important ones back to Creator. It's a guardian, after all.
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
A sign that a prescence is aware of it. It tenses up, focusing to keep up its stealth. Creation narrows its eyes at the curious shell. Sunglasses, like the one Creator loves. This is important.
It waits, seeing if the shell would ever notice its cleverly hidden prescence a few blocks away.
[Sunnys wings puff up. She shuffles through her inventory, hand landing on a sword and pulling it out]
I'm armed! And I'm not afraid to fight you!
[That last bit is a blatant lie. She looks exceedingly creeped out. She creeps closer to the trees, and catches sight of something... silver?. She lets out a surprised noise that she quickly stifles]
The Shell's eyes notice its legs so it moves. Creation leaps from one branche over to another and another and another, creating a distraction for the Shell to never distinguish where it comes from. It lands another few blocks away, much farther than the tree it perched upon however.
It narrows its eyes again, seeing if this Shell is a threat as they claim to be. It readies to be defensive as a precaution.
[Something flashes in the trees. She keeps her sword pointed out, between where she thinks it is and her. She takes a step back. She is shaking, and yet refuses to leave.]
My pa is.. nearby! If you hurt me, he'll know! She's really strong! And uhm, cool!
Ah! A mention of Creator, and the potential consequences if Creation takes its defensive approach. It should change tactics. If not offensive, nor defensive, it should play interrogative.
Creation drops down from the branch it perched on, landing on a couple of stray twigs and leaves. Heavy metal thuds against the ground, leaving a loud sound of a crunch and boom. It walks, slowly, across the forest towards the Shell.
[The thing falls in front of sunny, who lets out a surprised yelp and falls back, then scrambling to her feet. It is large, and made out of metal. A robot, which is a bit concerning. Sunny has had. Mixed luck with those. It looks.. familiar. Almost like it was modeled after tubbo.
She takes a few steps away from the robot and then tosses a look back at the way back to camp. It might be too far to run, especially since she has no idea how fasy this thing is]
What- what are you?
"A PROTECTOR." It replies in a monotone text to speech voice. Creator looks down at the little shell. It blinks. "I AM CREATION, A BEING DESIGN TO PROTECT."
"YOU ARE A SHELL. CREATOR THINKS OF YOU HIGHLY. THEREFORE, YOU ARE IN MY PROTECTION."
[Sunny squints up at the robot. Creation. Its voice is vaugely reminiscent of the bureaus, in the flatness of it, but it doesn't seem as... angry]
Did tubbo make you?
[She kind of rocks back and forth, deciding between another step back and a step forward, fidgeting with her hands]
Is he doing okay?
Creation blinks again, then runs its head to move up and down in a nod. "YES. A LONG TIME AGO."
It bows down to take a closer look at the shell. Its eyes zoom in and out to focus on her.
"...HE IS..." It thinks, "...BETTER, BECAUSE I HAVE FOUND HIM."
[Sunny tilts her head]
Was he hurt?
[She takes a nervous step forward]
Or sick? Is that why-
[She cuts herself off. Pa was looking for them surely]
"...HE IS RESTING, AFTER COLLAPSING." Creation replies. It stares, lenses zooming onto the Shell's face. She looks vulnerable.
"YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO HIM. VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH."
[Sunny starts to blink back tears rapidly. She misses her pa so, so much. It washes over her like a wave, the type that pulls you under the water and drowns you.]
I know. I-
[She rubs at her eyes trying to make the tears go away]
I miss him.
The robot blinks like a frog. Its wings slightly move behind. Creation nods.
"THE FEELING IS MUTUAL." It then straightens its back turning its head towards the direction of the factory. "..WOULD YOU RETURN?"
[Sunny sniffles and nods]
We need to get 'pito though. And tell the other kids it's time to go home.
[She grabs creations hand and walks toward camp, trying to pull the large robot with her]
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
A sign that a prescence is aware of it. It tenses up, focusing to keep up its stealth. Creation narrows its eyes at the curious shell. Sunglasses, like the one Creator loves. This is important.
It waits, seeing if the shell would ever notice its cleverly hidden prescence a few blocks away.
[Sunnys wings puff up. She shuffles through her inventory, hand landing on a sword and pulling it out]
I'm armed! And I'm not afraid to fight you!
[That last bit is a blatant lie. She looks exceedingly creeped out. She creeps closer to the trees, and catches sight of something... silver?. She lets out a surprised noise that she quickly stifles]
The Shell's eyes notice its legs so it moves. Creation leaps from one branche over to another and another and another, creating a distraction for the Shell to never distinguish where it comes from. It lands another few blocks away, much farther than the tree it perched upon however.
It narrows its eyes again, seeing if this Shell is a threat as they claim to be. It readies to be defensive as a precaution.
[Something flashes in the trees. She keeps her sword pointed out, between where she thinks it is and her. She takes a step back. She is shaking, and yet refuses to leave.]
My pa is.. nearby! If you hurt me, he'll know! She's really strong! And uhm, cool!
Ah! A mention of Creator, and the potential consequences if Creation takes its defensive approach. It should change tactics. If not offensive, nor defensive, it should play interrogative.
Creation drops down from the branch it perched on, landing on a couple of stray twigs and leaves. Heavy metal thuds against the ground, leaving a loud sound of a crunch and boom. It walks, slowly, across the forest towards the Shell.
[The thing falls in front of sunny, who lets out a surprised yelp and falls back, then scrambling to her feet. It is large, and made out of metal. A robot, which is a bit concerning. Sunny has had. Mixed luck with those. It looks.. familiar. Almost like it was modeled after tubbo.
She takes a few steps away from the robot and then tosses a look back at the way back to camp. It might be too far to run, especially since she has no idea how fasy this thing is]
What- what are you?
"A PROTECTOR." It replies in a monotone text to speech voice. Creator looks down at the little shell. It blinks. "I AM CREATION, A BEING DESIGN TO PROTECT."
"YOU ARE A SHELL. CREATOR THINKS OF YOU HIGHLY. THEREFORE, YOU ARE IN MY PROTECTION."
[Sunny squints up at the robot. Creation. Its voice is vaugely reminiscent of the bureaus, in the flatness of it, but it doesn't seem as... angry]
Did tubbo make you?
[She kind of rocks back and forth, deciding between another step back and a step forward, fidgeting with her hands]
Is he doing okay?
Creation blinks again, then runs its head to move up and down in a nod. "YES. A LONG TIME AGO."
It bows down to take a closer look at the shell. Its eyes zoom in and out to focus on her.
"...HE IS..." It thinks, "...BETTER, BECAUSE I HAVE FOUND HIM."
[Sunny tilts her head]
Was he hurt?
[She takes a nervous step forward]
Or sick? Is that why-
[She cuts herself off. Pa was looking for them surely]
"...HE IS RESTING, AFTER COLLAPSING." Creation replies. It stares, lenses zooming onto the Shell's face. She looks vulnerable.
"YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO HIM. VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH."
[Sunny starts to blink back tears rapidly. She misses her pa so, so much. It washes over her like a wave, the type that pulls you under the water and drowns you.]
I know. I-
[She rubs at her eyes trying to make the tears go away]
I miss him.
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
A sign that a prescence is aware of it. It tenses up, focusing to keep up its stealth. Creation narrows its eyes at the curious shell. Sunglasses, like the one Creator loves. This is important.
It waits, seeing if the shell would ever notice its cleverly hidden prescence a few blocks away.
[Sunnys wings puff up. She shuffles through her inventory, hand landing on a sword and pulling it out]
I'm armed! And I'm not afraid to fight you!
[That last bit is a blatant lie. She looks exceedingly creeped out. She creeps closer to the trees, and catches sight of something... silver?. She lets out a surprised noise that she quickly stifles]
The Shell's eyes notice its legs so it moves. Creation leaps from one branche over to another and another and another, creating a distraction for the Shell to never distinguish where it comes from. It lands another few blocks away, much farther than the tree it perched upon however.
It narrows its eyes again, seeing if this Shell is a threat as they claim to be. It readies to be defensive as a precaution.
[Something flashes in the trees. She keeps her sword pointed out, between where she thinks it is and her. She takes a step back. She is shaking, and yet refuses to leave.]
My pa is.. nearby! If you hurt me, he'll know! She's really strong! And uhm, cool!
Ah! A mention of Creator, and the potential consequences if Creation takes its defensive approach. It should change tactics. If not offensive, nor defensive, it should play interrogative.
Creation drops down from the branch it perched on, landing on a couple of stray twigs and leaves. Heavy metal thuds against the ground, leaving a loud sound of a crunch and boom. It walks, slowly, across the forest towards the Shell.
[The thing falls in front of sunny, who lets out a surprised yelp and falls back, then scrambling to her feet. It is large, and made out of metal. A robot, which is a bit concerning. Sunny has had. Mixed luck with those. It looks.. familiar. Almost like it was modeled after tubbo.
She takes a few steps away from the robot and then tosses a look back at the way back to camp. It might be too far to run, especially since she has no idea how fasy this thing is]
What- what are you?
"A PROTECTOR." It replies in a monotone text to speech voice. Creator looks down at the little shell. It blinks. "I AM CREATION, A BEING DESIGN TO PROTECT."
"YOU ARE A SHELL. CREATOR THINKS OF YOU HIGHLY. THEREFORE, YOU ARE IN MY PROTECTION."
[Sunny squints up at the robot. Creation. Its voice is vaugely reminiscent of the bureaus, in the flatness of it, but it doesn't seem as... angry]
Did tubbo make you?
[She kind of rocks back and forth, deciding between another step back and a step forward, fidgeting with her hands]
Is he doing okay?
Creation blinks again, then runs its head to move up and down in a nod. "YES. A LONG TIME AGO."
It bows down to take a closer look at the shell. Its eyes zoom in and out to focus on her.
"...HE IS..." It thinks, "...BETTER, BECAUSE I HAVE FOUND HIM."
[Sunny tilts her head]
Was he hurt?
[She takes a nervous step forward]
Or sick? Is that why-
[She cuts herself off. Pa was looking for them surely]
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
A sign that a prescence is aware of it. It tenses up, focusing to keep up its stealth. Creation narrows its eyes at the curious shell. Sunglasses, like the one Creator loves. This is important.
It waits, seeing if the shell would ever notice its cleverly hidden prescence a few blocks away.
[Sunnys wings puff up. She shuffles through her inventory, hand landing on a sword and pulling it out]
I'm armed! And I'm not afraid to fight you!
[That last bit is a blatant lie. She looks exceedingly creeped out. She creeps closer to the trees, and catches sight of something... silver?. She lets out a surprised noise that she quickly stifles]
The Shell's eyes notice its legs so it moves. Creation leaps from one branche over to another and another and another, creating a distraction for the Shell to never distinguish where it comes from. It lands another few blocks away, much farther than the tree it perched upon however.
It narrows its eyes again, seeing if this Shell is a threat as they claim to be. It readies to be defensive as a precaution.
[Something flashes in the trees. She keeps her sword pointed out, between where she thinks it is and her. She takes a step back. She is shaking, and yet refuses to leave.]
My pa is.. nearby! If you hurt me, he'll know! She's really strong! And uhm, cool!
Ah! A mention of Creator, and the potential consequences if Creation takes its defensive approach. It should change tactics. If not offensive, nor defensive, it should play interrogative.
Creation drops down from the branch it perched on, landing on a couple of stray twigs and leaves. Heavy metal thuds against the ground, leaving a loud sound of a crunch and boom. It walks, slowly, across the forest towards the Shell.
[The thing falls in front of sunny, who lets out a surprised yelp and falls back, then scrambling to her feet. It is large, and made out of metal. A robot, which is a bit concerning. Sunny has had. Mixed luck with those. It looks.. familiar. Almost like it was modeled after tubbo.
She takes a few steps away from the robot and then tosses a look back at the way back to camp. It might be too far to run, especially since she has no idea how fasy this thing is]
What- what are you?
"A PROTECTOR." It replies in a monotone text to speech voice. Creator looks down at the little shell. It blinks. "I AM CREATION, A BEING DESIGN TO PROTECT."
"YOU ARE A SHELL. CREATOR THINKS OF YOU HIGHLY. THEREFORE, YOU ARE IN MY PROTECTION."
[Sunny squints up at the robot. Creation. Its voice is vaugely reminiscent of the bureaus, in the flatness of it, but it doesn't seem as... angry]
Did tubbo make you?
[She kind of rocks back and forth, deciding between another step back and a step forward, fidgeting with her hands]
Is he doing okay?
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
A sign that a prescence is aware of it. It tenses up, focusing to keep up its stealth. Creation narrows its eyes at the curious shell. Sunglasses, like the one Creator loves. This is important.
It waits, seeing if the shell would ever notice its cleverly hidden prescence a few blocks away.
[Sunnys wings puff up. She shuffles through her inventory, hand landing on a sword and pulling it out]
I'm armed! And I'm not afraid to fight you!
[That last bit is a blatant lie. She looks exceedingly creeped out. She creeps closer to the trees, and catches sight of something... silver?. She lets out a surprised noise that she quickly stifles]
The Shell's eyes notice its legs so it moves. Creation leaps from one branche over to another and another and another, creating a distraction for the Shell to never distinguish where it comes from. It lands another few blocks away, much farther than the tree it perched upon however.
It narrows its eyes again, seeing if this Shell is a threat as they claim to be. It readies to be defensive as a precaution.
[Something flashes in the trees. She keeps her sword pointed out, between where she thinks it is and her. She takes a step back. She is shaking, and yet refuses to leave.]
My pa is.. nearby! If you hurt me, he'll know! She's really strong! And uhm, cool!
Ah! A mention of Creator, and the potential consequences if Creation takes its defensive approach. It should change tactics. If not offensive, nor defensive, it should play interrogative.
Creation drops down from the branch it perched on, landing on a couple of stray twigs and leaves. Heavy metal thuds against the ground, leaving a loud sound of a crunch and boom. It walks, slowly, across the forest towards the Shell.
[The thing falls in front of sunny, who lets out a surprised yelp and falls back, then scrambling to her feet. It is large, and made out of metal. A robot, which is a bit concerning. Sunny has had. Mixed luck with those. It looks.. familiar. Almost like it was modeled after tubbo.
She takes a few steps away from the robot and then tosses a look back at the way back to camp. It might be too far to run, especially since she has no idea how fasy this thing is]
What- what are you?
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
A sign that a prescence is aware of it. It tenses up, focusing to keep up its stealth. Creation narrows its eyes at the curious shell. Sunglasses, like the one Creator loves. This is important.
It waits, seeing if the shell would ever notice its cleverly hidden prescence a few blocks away.
[Sunnys wings puff up. She shuffles through her inventory, hand landing on a sword and pulling it out]
I'm armed! And I'm not afraid to fight you!
[That last bit is a blatant lie. She looks exceedingly creeped out. She creeps closer to the trees, and catches sight of something... silver?. She lets out a surprised noise that she quickly stifles]
The Shell's eyes notice its legs so it moves. Creation leaps from one branche over to another and another and another, creating a distraction for the Shell to never distinguish where it comes from. It lands another few blocks away, much farther than the tree it perched upon however.
It narrows its eyes again, seeing if this Shell is a threat as they claim to be. It readies to be defensive as a precaution.
[Something flashes in the trees. She keeps her sword pointed out, between where she thinks it is and her. She takes a step back. She is shaking, and yet refuses to leave.]
My pa is.. nearby! If you hurt me, he'll know! She's really strong! And uhm, cool!
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
A sign that a prescence is aware of it. It tenses up, focusing to keep up its stealth. Creation narrows its eyes at the curious shell. Sunglasses, like the one Creator loves. This is important.
It waits, seeing if the shell would ever notice its cleverly hidden prescence a few blocks away.
[Sunnys wings puff up. She shuffles through her inventory, hand landing on a sword and pulling it out]
I'm armed! And I'm not afraid to fight you!
[That last bit is a blatant lie. She looks exceedingly creeped out. She creeps closer to the trees, and catches sight of something... silver?. She lets out a surprised noise that she quickly stifles]
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
Man. I wonder how pa is doing
[We should probably go see Mama soon]
Definitely
Man. I wonder how pa is doing
*multiple creepers can be seen running away in fear as Reggie chases them*
Cats are the best investment i think. Where were they when we ran away the first time?
Have you made any new friends?
I've been talking to people!
Soup :]
*crows bring over more boxes of waffle mix, along with berries, chocolate sauce and whipped cream*
[Sunny scoops them off and runs to the supply shed as she throws a thumbs up to the crows]
Thank you!
* a crow brings over a box of waffle mix*
Thank you loyal soldier o7 this will be delivered to the stock room A S A P!
