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“Let’s see… rope, hook, knife, repair gel, snacks, oil, experimental rockets. Am I forgetting anything?” Blue optics scanned the room, everything in its place in the organised mess. He took a moment to focus before his eyes snapped to a slightly curved metal disk resting on the desk, decorated with red and blue stripes and a white star in the centre. “Shield! Right!” He quickly swept up the oversized metal frisbee, attaching it to the backpack he was preparing. “Ok, should be everything. Time for another scavenging run!”
Though outside the bunker had been deemed safe since the battle against Cyn, very few drones ever left the bunker. The few that did were often part of a very well-known friend group. On the odd occasion that someone else left to scavenge and explore, they were met with large amounts of red tape and paperwork, something Abel had no intention of dealing with.
Heading for the back of the workshop instead of the front door, he shifted and shuffled as he slowly pushed a small pile of unfinished projects across the floor, revealing a dented and damaged vent. With a quick metallic pop, the vent cover came off and in a flash, Abel was taking the much less travelled corridors of the bunker, only ever frequented by one other drone. Perhaps he would invite others on one of his excursions someday, awoken from his pondering only when his head collided with the steel wall as he reached a split in the path. Shaking the pain away, he checked the markings he had left long ago. “Q and J…” He brought up a map on his heads-up display, listing starting locations, destinations and a mess of letters and numbers between the two. He scrolled down until he reached an entry that read:
My Workshop - JAHY6B - Ventrance 6
After closing the display, he continued his shuffle down vent J, following the path laid before him. It didn’t take long for him to see natural light gently pouring in through a vent cover ahead, along with a chilled breeze that cut through the thick fur-lined jacket down to his servos. Shivering from both the cold and excitement, he pushed on, quick to open the vent with a powerful kick. He made sure to cover his tracks, carefully reattaching the cover once he was outside. While worker drones didn’t need to fear a gruesome death at the hands of two murder drones, one still remained a threat, enough to deter most from attempting what had become Abel’s routine.
A deep breath of crisp, cold air was enough for Abel to feel the electricity of adventure surge through him. He wandered over to a derelict car, graffiti adorning its crumpled doors. Looking over the decorative piece, it was another of his coded maps, reminding him of areas in the city he had already explored and where treasures could still lie. With a quick grunt and a sharp nod, he turned back to the sprawling city in front of him, determined to find the supplies he would need to prepare for the next game night.
[DarkxWolf17]: Cant believe your skipping class to scavenge
[1ostDr0ne]: I ain’t got any classes today, and I wanna see if I can find a few things for next session. 😅
[DarkxWolf17]: See if you can find a photon power core while your at it
[1ostDr0ne]: Sure, I’ll let you know if I find anything good. o7
Putting the phone away in her pocket, Uzi reached into her locker for a textbook. She didn’t plan on reading it, more so using it to hide her face while she napped during the next lesson. She was not staying awake through another lesson of human languages. As she pushed the door to her personal storage closed, a presence that had snuck up made itself known as it leaned against the metallic lockers. “Sup freak.”
“Robo-Jesus!” Uzi jumped back from the pink ninja as though she were looking at a three-headed monkey. She quickly settled, shock morphing into frustration to not give her ambusher any chance to tease her. After a breath, her question was curt. “What do you want Lizzy?”
If the blond had picked up on the bothered tone used, she didn’t show it, giving a simple noncommittal shrug. “Just curious how your weekend was?”
The honesty Lizzy gave was… unnerving to Uzi. It was something unexpected of the ‘popular high-school girl’ stereotype. “It was… alright… I guess…” Unable to hold her thoughts back, she was quick to bluntly follow up with her question. “Why do you care?”
The blond shifted to stand akimbo, taking a slightly more aggressive tone. “I dunno, maybe I wanna make amends for unjustly bullying you for the past knows how long?”
Shock froze the goth’s circuits, left unable to hold back their confusion. “What?”
Lizzy continued, her words aggressively assertive but without the venom Uzi was used to. “Yeah, maybe I realised that you're kinda cool.”
Once her CPU was able to process what was in front of her, a simple phrase guided her response. Make N proud . With a sigh, she steeled her expression. “Look, as much as I appreciate the effort, it isn’t going to just erase years of torment.”
The blond simply shook her head and shrugged. “Whatever, just trying to be friendly.”
As Lizzy turned to leave, Uzi couldn’t help but get in one last jab at her. “Might want a bit more practice at that.” Her tone lacked the usual aggression and venom towards the blond, accepting that she was trying, even if it would take time.
Before she could start making her way to her first class, “UZI!” a familiar voice called her name from the other direction. Turning to face it, she was swept up in a near-bone-crushing hug as N spun around with her in his arms. All she could do was let out a goofy groan as she held on for dear life.
Once the air returned to her artificial lungs, her expression softened from its normal edgy smirk to something more warm and genuine. “Hey N.”
The golden boy returned the smile threefold, which lit up the young goth's world no matter the weather. That didn’t stop his routine of checking on her to ensure everything was right. “You good?”
“Yeah.” She paused, as the minutes prior silently ran through her head. “Just a weird chat with Lizzy.”
Curious, N carefully pushed for more with a simple questioning sound. “Oh?”
Uzi hesitated before answering, still confused by the blond drone’s actions. “She was like, apologising and stuff, which she wasn’t good at by the way.”
Her partner held a finger to his chin as he pondered for a moment. “Maybe it was something she and V talked about? They’ve been meeting up somewhere every week.”
Hearing V's potential involvement gave Uzi a few ideas as to what was going on; most likely a prank or searching for something to tease her over. At that thought, she was ready to dismiss the whole interaction. “I dunno. We should-”
The echo of the bell for the next period rang through the hall, cutting off her words before she could finish. As the mumbles, groans, and shuffles of other drones began to fill the corridors, N was quick to perk up, grabbing ahold of his girlfriend's hand and guiding her through the crowd. “We should probably get to class.”
“Fine…” With a reluctant groan, she followed, knowing resistance would only make the day last longer.
[Bu66le9um]: I don't c you in class. You gone out today? 🤔
[1ostDr0ne]: Ye, checking out a street on the east side.
[Vi0len1]: Watch your back, heard the corporate narc is in that area.
[1ostDr0ne]: If she's here, might be a sign of good loot. 🤩
[Bu66le9um]: Be careful. We want our DM in one piece.
[Vi0len1]: You die and I'll kill you myself.
[1ostDr0ne]: K. o7
He slid the phone back into the side pocket of his backpack, never losing his stride as he approached the street in question. Abandoned cars lined the streets, housing the remains of long-deceased humans, decorated with the leftovers of drone limbs. Most knew what those drone limbs meant, they were a warning, a sign that this was the territory of a disassembly drone. Abel knew he should fear them; it would be stupid of anyone not to, but something always seemed to suppress that fear. ‘ Eh, probably just my scrambled processor. ’ He took care not to speak his thoughts, any unnecessary sound could alert a nearby drone.
As he waded through the waist-high asbestos snow, the perfect vantage point to survey the area crested over the misty streets, a tall lorry with an intact roof. Swinging the bag to his side, he pulled out the rope and hook he had prepared, quickly tying them together. After several embarrassing failed attempts to throw the hook onto the top of the truck, it eventually got caught in a corroded hole in the roof panels. As he carefully pulled himself up, opening the door for more footholds, he made a mental note to attempt to bring a ladder next time, saving it in a file he marked as ‘Important things I’ve probably forgotten.’
Surveying the streets from his heightened vantage, the surrounding shops became much easier to see. A real estate agency, a cafe that was about to collapse, a plush toy store, a clothes store called Soup, a shop that specialised in frozen peas? Further in the distance, he saw one building that marked itself as a treasure trove, ‘Game’s Hardware’, a warehouse of computer parts, games and as he would phrase it, ‘nerd swag.’ With renewed excitement, he took a running leap off the back of the lorry, landing with a roll in the deep snow.
The soft crunching underfoot as he jogged towards the potential treasure hoard added spring to his step, revelling in the feeling of adventure. He was so lost in his excitement that he didn’t notice the dragon observing from a distance.
Inside, dust-covered shelves lined the walls, most stripped bare of the boxes and books that once stood there. This didn’t concern Abel, he had a strategy when approaching such places. ‘ They always leave the good stuff on aisle four. It’s a security blind spot. ’ Carefully shuffling between the corridors, he took note of every treasure that hadn’t been salvaged yet, only pocketing the few he’d been requested to get or needed for his own projects. After quickly swiping a photon power core as per Uzi’s request (‘ would have thought there’d be none left but got lucky ’), he spotted a book next to it that made his eyes sparkle with glee. The cover depicted a massive, floating, orb-like creature with a single large, sickly-green, glowing eye in the centre and eight similar smaller eyes at the ends of tendrils. Its maw of jagged fangs stretched unnaturally wide, ready to chop down on the hapless humans in front. As he took the book into his hands with the reverence of gold dust, he quietly whispered his first words since leaving the bunker, “Score!”
He flittered through some of the pages, drinking in the gorgeous artwork and narrative lore. A large winged lizard with shining bronze scales, the echo of its roar pushing back against the ocean. Two green humanoids with warted, wrinkled skin and thin, frayed hair stand over a bubbling cast iron pot. A pale-skinned woman in plate armour, her fangs bared and crimson eyes piercing. “Oh yeah, this is giving me ideas.” He slipped the book into his bag, careful not to crease the pap- Clatter
Abel froze. That was the sound of dice. Someone rolling dice. Someone was here. Who was it? Why were they here?... WHY WERE THEY ROLLING DICE!?
He carefully slid on his backpack and took up his shield, not daring to make a sound. Back to the shelves, he moved slowly through the aisle towards the sound. ‘Need to know what I’m dealing with before I act.’ Reaching the corner and carefully looking around, he saw the culprit of the sound. Standing tall with long, unkempt hair draping over a yellow, oil-stained button-up shirt and black office skirt, a disassembler drone held a JCJenson branded dice ( ‘They made those?’ ). Their pegged legs clicked against the tiled floor as they scanned the room, letting out a low growl. This was the only disassembler not aligned with the bunker. This was Serial Designation J.
…
‘Fuck’
[DarkxWolf17]: Yo. hows your lessons goin?
[SD_N]: They’re going great! I had a lot of fun. How about you?
[DarkxWolf17]: Lessons suck, its all stuff i already know.
“Uzi, please pay attention to the problem.” The monotone voice of the teacher gave no sign of any emotions.
“Ugh. Bite me.” Her head hit the desk with a hollow thud. The drone of the lesson was nothing more than background noise to the thoughts that whirled around in her mind.
First was a new project idea she was toying with. While they had won back their freedom with Cyn’s defeat, the disassemblers and her had a level of freedom the rest of her other drone friends lacked: flight. The euphoria of swimming through the boundless sky was something she wanted to share, though she would never admit it to anyone but N. ‘Disassembly drones have that magnetic graviton generator in their wings. Maybe I can use a similar idea in a skateboard for Thad? Or maybe a pair of rollerblades for Lizzy when I finally forgive her. Maybe for Abel…’
She paused as her second thought came into focus: that blue-eyed drone that invited them into their world. There was a hesitation to trust him, and Uzi would be lying if she said she didn’t still harbour some doubts. Even so, there was no denying his skills as an engineer if his workshop was anything to go by. A space for creation that surpassed everything she had in her room, a space the owner was generously willing to share. The whole ‘office’ seemed fun, with all the games, books, and anime; it was clear that Abel shared many of her interests, though with somewhat different tastes.
This quickly led her to the game they played as her third thought. It was fun, more fun than she expected it to be (or was willing to admit). Telling the story of Darkshadow, her adventures and struggles as she worked with her unlikely allies Nate and Tad had been exhilarating. What she had gotten to see of this world of magic was weird and wacky and wild and … Fun! Whatever misgivings she had about meeting these other drones who she didn’t know couldn’t surmount to the desire to dive back into that world of whimsy.
Before her mind could continue to wander, a giggle from the back row caught her attention. Turning, she saw Lizzy and V quietly chatting between themselves. Curious about what they were saying, Uzi tried to listen in to their conversation.
“As if. Victoria would have been monster chow without Lady Beatrix's support.” Lizzy’s prep girl tones seemed more muted than usual.
“I’ll admit, Beatrix is good with that healing magic, and she’s better with words than Vicki…” Did that murder drone just compliment someone? Who are they and what did they do with V? “...but she wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight, unlike ‘ the bloodaxe’.”
“You are never going to let go of that title, are you?” A hint of annoyance hung in the blond's question.
“Nope.” The smugness exuded from that one word confirmed for Uzi that V had not been replaced by an imposter.
As the two started to giggle again, Uzi blinked. Had she heard that right? V and Lizzy were talking about… something… nerdy sounding? It sounded like something she might enjoy, like an anime or video game or… no…they wouldn't…would they? Abel described it as a nerdy game… that… got popular…
…
She needed answers. Neither Lizzy nor V would be likely to divulge whatever they were talking about, so the next best person would be… She pulled her phone out, navigating to the messages she'd sent just before school.
[DarkxWolf17]: Yo. Are lizzy and v the other players?
Shield up and slow, deliberate steps. Not a single movement was miscalculated. While keeping his eyes on the threat, he reached down, waiting for his fingers to brush anything, so long as he could throw it. A few steps back, and he found a shard of shelving. Sure, it was sharp, but he had no plans to use it as a weapon. Reaching the other end of the aisle, time for step two. He threw the shard to the other side of aisle five, hearing it clatter off the wall and across the floor. J was quick to react, stalking her way to the sound like a hungry leopard desperate for a meal. For every careful, quiet step she took deeper into the building, Abel took an equal step towards the exit.
‘Nearly home free, can’t believe it was that easy.’ With the doors to freedom within reach, the universe had other plans…
With slow, robotic precision and hollowed-out eyes, he turned his head towards the predator down the hall. J stood there, hunched over and turned to face him, looking back with equally hollow eyes. Years passed in those first eight seconds, then the beat dropped, and all hell broke loose.
Abel sprinted for the door, charging through with the shield as a ram. J quickly pursued, racing on all fours as her claws left gouges in the floor. Reaching the door, her claws shifted to an MP5, unleashing a torrent of lead. With a sharp turn, Abel faced the metal hailstorm, bullets scattering on impact with the shield. He didn’t hold his ground, he didn’t need to, letting the force of each impact push him back. After a few seconds, the gun clicked empty. Before he could capitalise on the opening, J was already on top of him, claws swinging. Each blade slammed against Abel’s shield, the metal screamed in protest. The last blow sent him flying back, putting distance between the two. Abel didn’t move after landing on his back, he needed time to plan his next few steps. Searching for his way out, he caught sight of the cafe from earlier, with a dangerous idea in mind.
From lying down, he spun onto a knee with a flourish, throwing the shield like a frisbee. J didn't have time to feel shocked as the metal disk ricocheted off her visor, sending her to the ground. The shield's path crossed Abels as he sprinted for the cafe. Snatching it from the air, he carried the momentum into another spin, throwing it at the cafe. It ricocheted off a beam in the wall. A groan of stressed steel and concrete echoed, starting at a whisper before quickly rising to a crescendo. After recovering from the first blow, J was welcomed with the shield to her face again, meeting the flat and leaving a large, face-shaped dent in it.
As the building began to collapse, Abel darted into the darkness, sliding under the rubble as it came down. Quickly surveying the shadows of the ruined cafe, boulders of concrete and brick crushed half the wooden tables in the room. A wall of rubble blocked the rest of the world, though the chill wind from a door in the back suggested another way out. In this momentary reprieve, he released the breath he’d been holding, only to wince in pain. A piece of rebar pierced his shoulder, oil slowly dripping from the wound. He grimaced through deep, calming breaths as he searched for his repair gel. Once found, he placed it on a nearby table as he readied for a painful experience.
He grasps the rebar, taking two more breaths to steady himself. ‘ Now or never. ’ Tearing the steel out, it took everything he had to choke down his pained screams. The bar deserved to be thrown to the wall for the pain it caused, but instead, he quietly placed it on the floor. Carefully, he put a squirt of repair gel onto his fingers before rubbing it into his open wound. As the pain started to subside, a sharp, authoritative voice cut the silence.
“No use hiding, you half-sentient toaster. I know you’re still in there.” While it wasn’t a surprise the corporate suckup was still alive, that she knew Abel was hiding was. He needed a plan to get out of there. Some way to move quickly or sneak past, anything to not be caught. Sneak? The nark probably wouldn’t fall for the same tricks twice. Run? No, disassemblers fly faster than he could move… Hold up, flight…
His hands dove into his bag, pulling out the experimental rockets he’d been planning to test after the trip. Combustion thruster disks with small needles on the back so they could be ran off of any liquid fuel. He had planned to use a worker drone corpse as his test pilot, but being the first live test subject would be able to get him out of there quickly. “All you’re doing is choosing a slow, painful death over a quick and painless one.” It would be anything but painless, but at least he would live to feel the pain.
Attaching the rockets was a slow and agonising process; he had to be careful as the needles pierced the palm of his hand, lapping up trickles of oil to prime them. Once in place, any twitch in his hands stung, as though forever holding a spiked tennis ball. Next, he just needed a way out of the building. ‘ No doubt corpo is still looking for an entrance. ’ His movements were slow as he made his way to the door in the back, keeping an eye and ear out for the monster around the corner. With his exit only a few feet away, he started snapping his fingers, hoping to create the spark needed for ignition.
Snap, Snap, Fwoosh . As the flames quickly roared to life, Abel struggled against the building force threatening to throw him into the ceiling. With no time left to waste, he lept outside with all the jet-like force the rockets could muster, desperate to make his last-ditch escape attempt. No one could have expected him to crash into J, colliding face first into her and sending her flying to the ground once again, while he bounced between the building that made the narrow ally. With his visor cracked and multiple scrapes across his body, he finally managed to escape, soaring high through the sky as he raced to his entrance to the bunker vents. Though it was difficult to control and terrifying without any practice, the freedom he felt as he sailed between the broken buildings of the city was euphoric. ‘This must be how the others feel when out here. Good motivation to perfect these things.’
As the vent came into view below, Abel's fears returned as the sound of spluttering sparks emanated from his hands. Looking back, he saw the flames of the jets dying, smoke pouring from their casings. He began to plummet back to the snowy earth, clutching his head in pain as damage and low oil warnings started to blare across his visor.
In moments, he crashed into the ground a few feet away from the vent, a cloud of asbestos snow settling around him. He lay there, breathing heavily to cool his overheating systems. Pain racked his body as he reached for his bag, searching for the repair gel, oil and snacks. After getting them out and leaving it within reach, he started his self-repair by removing the damaged rockets. Extracting the disks was a much slower and more painful experience than attaching them, the heat had warped the needles and stuck the metal to his synthetic skin like hot wax. He had to wait after throwing the second rocket to the side, ache paralysing his body as he drew a few more heavy breaths.
Next was the repair gel. A small dollop on the palm of each hand before rubbing them together. The light sizzling echoed as the nanites worked overtime to repair the synthetic skin and numb the pain. Another squirt onto his fingers before rubbing it into his visor, sealing the spiderweb of cracks. With that, the rest of the damage was either internal or minor enough to be left for now.
After resting a few more moments, another low oil warning screamed in his processor, causing him to reactively clutch his head. As the pain passed, he sluggishly reached for the oil can, and cracked it open like a soda before taking a ginger sip. He reminisced; there was once a time when the taste of oil repulsed him, same as any other worker. After a few years and many accidents, he had grown accustomed to it, to the point where he could drink a can of the black blood without any problem. Its taste was sweet, normally with a slight bitterness, though he had figured out how to flavour it in many different ways.
A few more sips later, the warning had quietened down. He checked his HUD, oil levels read to be around 50 percent. The last of his stress from the chase left him in a loud sigh. ‘ Glad I came prepared. ’ He pushed himself off the floor, wincing a bit at the little pain that still lingered. The last of the repair gell and oil were crammed into his bag while he swiped up the snacks he had packed: a small collection of batteries and circuit boards. He tossed a handful into his mouth before pocketing the rest. Trudging the last few feet to the vent, he pulled out his phone to see who the culprit behind his misadventure was, only to give a smirk after reading the message.
[1ostDr0ne]: Mayhaps.
[1ostDr0ne]: Also, perfect fracking timing. 😅
[SD_N]: You fought J?!
[1ostDr0ne]: More like ran away from her. 😅
[Thad]: Thats still awesome dude!
[DarkxWolf17]: How you survive?
[1ostDr0ne]: Prototype rockets I wanted to test. Come by the office later, and I’ll show you.
Uzi looked over the invite from Abel, another invitation to pick his mind and learn his engineering methods. ‘I might have to take him up on his offer.’ She slid her phone into her pocket for now, focusing on reaching the end of the school day. All she had to do was collect some stuff from her locker, and she’d be free to do whatever she wanted. Simple. If it weren’t for her spotting V and Lizzy parting ways in the hall. It looked like they had just finished chatting, with Lizzy leaving for elsewhere while V gathered some of her things from a locker.
She could have walked past, disappeared into the crowd of students and been on her way, but a familiar robotic voice echoed in the back of her mind. “Tempting. You should. Talk. To her. Ask her. What. Is going on.” The parasite wasn’t wrong; now would be a good time to confront V and get her to spill the beans on what she and Lizzy were planning. Deciding to follow through with this idea, Uzi did the only thing that made sense to her…
She charged at V with a running jump, an anime-esque scream being the only warning the taller drone had to turn around. Her claws impaled the steel doors of the lockers on either side of the disassembler's shoulders, while her legs straddled across her arms and waist, pinning V against the wall with her body. Had Uzi not been focused on intimidating her for answers, staring intently into V’s eyes, she may have noticed the growing golden blush across her visor.
No time was wasted in questioning her target. “I know you and Lizzy are up to something. Spill it!”
V looked past her interrogator before blinking in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
That was not the sort of answer that Uzi wanted. “Don’t play dumb! Lizzy was acting weird this morning, and N said you’ve been having mystery meetings with her every week!”
Confusion became annoyance as V was forced to listen to Uzi’s tirade. “And? That doesn’t mean any-”
Uzi wasn’t giving her a chance to talk her way out of answering. “You two were also talking during class earlier. Something about Victoria and Beatrix?”
Briefly, V’s eyes hollowed as she looked away, a bead of sweat panning down her visor. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
Her body language made it clear she was avoiding the question. Uzi pushed further. “Admit it, you're up to something.”
The pinned drone turned back, a smirk on her face and a condescending look in her eyes. “What? You feeling left out of girl time?”
Now it was Uzi’s turn to be flustered. “Wha-? No! Shut up!” Her defensive tone betrayed her embarrassment.
A giggle escaped V as her expression shifted to something softer, warmer. “It’s fine Zi. Lizzy and I are just having some fun. We’re not planning anything.”
She wasn't sure if it was her tone, her words, or something else, but Uzi couldn't hold her aggression towards V any longer after her words. “F- Fine.” Claws released the locker doors as she pushed back, landing back on the floor a foot away. “Just… stop being weird!”
“Says the weirdest of all of us.” V couldn’t help but continue to giggle with a smirk.
Before any retorts could be said, a clatter echoed from the ceiling above as Abel came crashing down from the ventilation ducts, landing face-first with a thud. Uzi and V looked to his fallen form with shock and fear, while everyone else carried on like nothing happened. After a moment, he pulled himself off the floor with a groan, brushing off dust and muck. When he finally noticed the purple and yellow drones nearby, he gave them a casual wave. “Yo.”
The two drones shared a look of confusion before Uzi calmly asked an important question. “What the heck was that!?”
Without a shred of concern, Abel gave a half-hearted shrug. “Eh, easier to travel through the vents than the halls.”
V seemed miffed by the lanky drone's response. “And you came back here after missing a day of school why?”
He drifted towards one of the lockers, rolling a tensed hand on his wrist. “I think I left something in my locker. Will need it for the game this weekend.” Swiftly, he knocked the top and bottom of the small steel door, before tackling it with his elbow, causing it to gently open. After quickly swiping something and shoving it into his pocket, a flash of recognition crossed his eyes. “Oh! While I remember.” He pulled out the glowing green battery he’d snatched earlier from his bag, tossing it in his hands a few times before handing it to Uzi. “Your photon power core.”
The violet drone rolled the cylinder in their hand, inspecting the prize. “Sweet!”
Abel’s hand dove back into his bag as he started rummaging. “And your-”
“I’ll pick it up later!” V blurted out, interrupting Abel and startling Uzi.
After a moment to process what just happened, Abel gave another simple shrug. “...fair.” With a spin, he threw his back onto his back and kicked the locker shut, ending with a questioning point at Uzi. “Meet up later to check out those rockets?”
Latching onto something she could respond to, she schooled her expression into something more typical of her edgy persona. “Sure, been curious since you mentioned beating J with them.”
A thumbs-up was given in return. “Awesome! Laters!” And without any further explanation, Abel threw a grappling hook above them and clambered back into the ventilation.
While watching this confusing display, V ruffled Uzi’s hair, getting an aggressive growl out of the worker. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to find an excuse to not be here. See ya Purple!” With that, the disassembler strode down the hall into the shadows, leaving Uzi alone in the emptying school.
“... What just happened?”
[1ostDr0ne]: Just remembered!
1ostDr0ne invited Bu66le9um and Vi0len1
Bu66le9um joined the chat
Vi0len1 joined the chat
[SD_N]: Hi!
[Thad]: Sup
[Bu66le9um]: Be blessed by my presence!
[Vi0len1]: Sup nerds.
[DarkxWolf17]: @Bu66le9um @Vi0len1 So what characters are you guys playing?
[Bu66le9um]: Beatrix Isolde Theodosia Clementine Henrietta, the Third. A beautiful elven bard of noble blood. 🧝
[Vi0len1]: Victoria. An angry angel.
[SD_N]: That’s so cool! I’m playing a halfling cleric that works as a sailor called Nate.
[Thad]: Tad Simple the human farmer turned fighter.
[DarkxWolf17]: Darkshadow, a tiefling criminal on the run.
[DarkxWolf17]: V and Lizzy were talking about a Beatrix and Victoria in class. Any relation?
[Bu66le9um]: Why spoil the suprise? 😘
[Vi0len1]: You’ll just have to come to the session to find out.