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damn. imagine losing muse for like 2 days couldn’t be me but i’m back :-) LMS FOR A STARTER ! ! ! i’ll likely dm for plotting unless i’m confident for once in my life LMAO
#OOC. —— * CHOKING BACK TEARS * WANNA FIGHT?#i know that'll be my ooc tag for sure lmao#mutuals only ofc
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@fortypercent
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― ❝ HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED, BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE. ❞
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#cartoon rp#video game rp#indie rp#sci fi rp#horror rp#hi gamers :-)#it's been 3 days now everyone can see me. i'm YOUR problem now!!!!!
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mom said it’s MY turn to fight the robot !
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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒.·:
oh. OH. He actually hit something! Well – he was bound to hit something eventually, but he was hoping it would be a gutwrenching fatal injury, or perhaps at least a shin bruise. He wasn’t particularly picky. Even if it was just ripping his labcoat.
“HAH!”
“Gotcha! –”
“err………”
“IMSORRYDONTKILLMEDONTKILLMEDONTKILLMEDONTKILLME–”
❝ A fool’s plea ! ❞
We’ve got a runner ! Eye for an eye, swing for a swing. Florence makes quick strides to keep after Bender & retrieve the crowbar in one movement, reeling back & without much thought letting it fly. All he cared was that it moved in Bender’s general direction.
❝ Come on ! COME ON ! ❞
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cont. | @lil-miss-romano
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❝ You don’t need to have an answer ready ― although I’d be impressed otherwise. ❞
All things considered it’s a strange opener, but it was better than any WEATHER inquiries. Besides - their dynamic would be deemed strange by most..
❝ Well, what would you deem the most useless ? Clearly your limbs aren’t on that list. Deductive reasoning. ❞
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𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑.·:
Grunting in effort, Bender continued to get visibly frustrated with every missed swing. Damn it– stand – STILL!
“HEY! It’s no fair if the target keeps movin’– this ain’t Blernsball.”
“Stand still, flesh piñata, I want candy.”
Swing. Swing swing. Another swing. Another miss. Finally, with a growl of frustration, the crowbar is THROWN. Perhaps a tad bit too hard? Bender didn’t care, just had to set an example for the damn human.
“CMERE!”
Kkrrt ! One final swing ― or throw ― finally got work done, but only to his coat. While the two sharpened ends were meant to pull nails, they made quick work tearing through fabric & even tugging enough to have the man stumble. Something about loss of footwork instead of falling stung more. A quick look to the damaged fabric then back to the cause, Florence finally concedes & throws a punch.
❝ Be a good example & HOLD STILL ! ❞
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𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑.·:
“Lemme see if your eyes are working with a hard-brain reset.”
He’s got a crowbar. And here it comes a-swingin.
“Cmere, fleshy. Factory settings time for you.”
❝ It doesn’t work that way. ❞
The robot had many things going for him ; quick - wit, steel in place of skin, an impossibly high tolerance for alcohol, but Bender’s strength had never been in agility. At the very least, Florence had that going for him. Quick steps back, around, to the side, never making advancements himself. Why ? It’s funnier to see fruitless swings.
❝ Factory settings wouldn’t fix hardware, so display issues remain. A waste of time ! ❞
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fortypercent:
“Listen up fives, a ten is speaking.”
❝ Are they really ? ❞
An index to chin, it seems he’s surveying the area with long & wide sweeps of his torso, a neck craning as well. He’s really selling it.
❝ Funny ― I don’t see anyone, or hear them for that matter... ❞
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