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Paranoia 1.0 AKA One Point O (2004)

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Autumn smiles, her eyes crinkling a little bit when she does. Her grip is firm, confident when she shakes the farmer's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Phil."

The redhead is polite and friendly, but something in the way she holds herself is almost stiff; like she's not quite used to small talk or is out of practice. But her demeanor more than makes up for it.

"I would love some lemonade, thank you," she says, briefly looking at the blue melon under his arm with curiosity.

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The farmer glanced up from where he was examining a owdermelon. “Hi, welcome to Starmetal Farms!” he greeted, rushing his hands off on his jeans. “Name’s Phil, how can I help you?”

The young redhead couldn't look much more out of place on the large farmland. On the left, a bright red eye—a bionic, mechanical prosthesis—contrasts with a deep, forest green opposite. Beneath a slate grey coat that looks both warm and easy to move in, another prosthesis is visible; a sleek grey and black bionic arm lies beneath the left sleeve. She looks to be in her mid twenties, but there's a look to her that says she's seen a lot—survived a lot.

She carries herself well, standing tall. Despite all the prosthetics, she's comfortable, with an aura that's clearly friendly, if a little worn down.

"Hi there, Phil." She nods to the farmer, extending a hand. "This is a lovely farm." She smiles at him, her gaze warm.

"My name's Autumn. I've heard of this town, and I was hoping to meet some people. I spoke with an older gentleman who said I should make my way here. I've been in the city on some business, and... well, I figured it was about time for a break. This seemed to be a good place."

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(hi, thanks for the follow!)

The farmer glanced up from where he was examining a owdermelon. “Hi, welcome to Starmetal Farms!” he greeted, rushing his hands off on his jeans. “Name’s Phil, how can I help you?”

The young redhead couldn't look much more out of place on the large farmland. On the left, a bright red eye—a bionic, mechanical prosthesis—contrasts with a deep, forest green opposite. Beneath a slate grey coat that looks both warm and easy to move in, another prosthesis is visible; a sleek grey and black bionic arm lies beneath the left sleeve. She looks to be in her mid twenties, but there's a look to her that says she's seen a lot—survived a lot.

She carries herself well, standing tall. Despite all the prosthetics, she's comfortable, with an aura that's clearly friendly, if a little worn down.

"Hi there, Phil." She nods to the farmer, extending a hand. "This is a lovely farm." She smiles at him, her gaze warm.

"My name's Autumn. I've heard of this town, and I was hoping to meet some people. I spoke with an older gentleman who said I should make my way here. I've been in the city on some business, and... well, I figured it was about time for a break. This seemed to be a good place."

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((It's been a while, and I'd like to bring Autumn back. Give this a like or shoot me a DM if you'd be interested in a thread with her! I also have a couple pretty old asks in my inbox I'll try to get around to if the senders are still interested..)

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The wrath of the Valkyrie cannot be escaped.

I will protect them. I will save them.

But oh, how I will kill you if given the chance.

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It's all over, and we're standing pretty in the dust that was a city.

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Just some kickass art of Summer (@estivalphoenix) and Autumn (@redhaired-renegade)!

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Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022

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— via knjfedog

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— Mary Kate Teske

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(I do wonder how the blogs i follow feel about being booped by a sporadically active Rick & Morty RP blog.)

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Ash Thorp | EDIFICE

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“But I want to be better than the lessons they taught me. I want my love to be greater than my hate, my mercy to be stronger than my vengeance.”

— Amy Engel, The Book of Ivy

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You are weakened by your flesh. You must embrace the path upon which your grandfather began. You must be upgraded.

She was just trying to enjoy a day off. Having just completed a successful rescue mission with her fellow Poppies a few days prior, things had been quiet. So now, she's on an alien planet far off in the Andromeda Galaxy, enjoying the sights and sounds. But nothing can ever quite be that easy for someone like her.

Upgraded.

That phrase sends chills crawling across her skin. She knows who this is. Or rather, what. They're not human, after all. Not anymore.

She casually sets a hand on her hip, just above her blaster. Remain calm, Autumn.

"My flesh does not weaken me. Quite the opposite, in fact." She sounds assured. This is one of many truths that she knows. Just as the sky is blue, her humanity is her strongest asset. She pointedly ignores the comment about her grandfather; he's a dead man. There will never be a finishing of what he's started.

"You lot don't give up easily, do you?" She dreads turning around, but she knows she has to.

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"Nothing worth doing comes easy,"

Time is not your friend

Time is not your remedy

No amount of waiting will make you, make you brave

No amount of fear will keep you, no amount of fear will keep you safe

How can someone like me learn to say

Come what may?

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