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"HA. Ha. haaaa.

INSINCERE LAUGHTER.

oh V, a-always so clever when, not so... terrified." An emotion she'd enjoy eliciting once able to properly flex her powers again. "Maybe you can. Tell me who, 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚈О𝚄 in that subject? Then I can...go kill them for doing SUCH, a bad job."

∞ "How about you study how not to be such a fucking creep instead?" So Cyn was back. Apparently that was a thing she was going to need to worry about.

[undiscarded]

"Frowning.

maybe, do not be...so PICKY wi-i-ith who. You vibe with, Uzi. There are only, so many people here...who could begin to understand. What you are...

WHAT YOU HAVE DONE."

"If this is the only person to validate me I think I'm going to have to blow up the city."

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"SO true 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎! it's abnormal, how. Incredibly Normal. these thoughts are!!"

"I mean, c'mon, who hasn't just... thought about cannibalism once in a while? That's normal, right? That's... that's totally normal!"

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"All the, dads I know had...MISTREATMENT issues. and. LAME facial hair. Clearly, they need to make better dads.

Or!

Hire people who, will BE! Better dads. like me!"

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You look like you... get rust in spots you can't see, like behind your ears! Do you have ears?

Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that!

"I...do have ears! [I think, I have not. Checked lately.] They, DO NOT rust, though. they also are. not mine."

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Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that!

( Ex: "You look like you bite people." or "You look like you get mad when someone doesn't say "bless you" when you sneeze." )

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"Clapping!

Oh how I, LOVE to go to. School, which I have, ne-ever done. I cannot wait to, consume textbooks, and, d-dooo a "homework"! guaranteed, TOP STUDENT. For Real."

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@bitemedotmp3 (from x)

[Uzi Doorman.] Seeing the name on her contacts screen flooded Cyn's processors with the most titillating stew of emotions. Excitement, malice, tension, curiosity, irritation...just a few of the feelings coursing through her system. Her metal fingertips rapped on her phone, her grin threatening to tear the skin stretched across her face. The thought of dropping in on the delightfully bothersome worker drone had her absolutely giddy.

Then the words of that brochure flash back to her. '...ranking up, you can regain what power you have lost...' '...outside of the time you came from...' '...ALL the pets and belly rubs for the Netpups...' She'd only been here for a short while, and had seen Uzi just before arrival...but how long had Uzi been here, on this island outside of time? If she'd gained significantly more power than she had started with, Uzi could just give her the business on sight and be on her way. Even if she'd come back thanks to how the island worked, it'd be kind of a MAJOR BUZZKILL. She'd need to watch, wait for the ideal opportunity to make her approach.

The Spirale University Library. That was the opportunity. Somewhere others would likely be around, somewhere Uzi wouldn't want to wreck too badly...somewhere to just have a nice, friendly chat. And, naturally, Cyn approached this friendly chat the same way she approached all of the ones she'd had: by sneaking up behind Uzi to read the manga she was engrossed in over her shoulder.

" ooOOooh, the monster they shot, was, an ANGEL all. Along! They're de-definitely going...to Hell for that one.

Giggle!"

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@witchoftrinity (from x)

The source of the loud, pronounced slurping heard by some in Cotes that evening seemed to rove about the darkest corners of the fantastical ward. Few caught sight of what exactly it was beyond a couple glowing yellow symbols in the shadows, its lanky frame hunched over and looking about for a few seconds before moving on.

Eventually, the sound loses all fluidity for a few moments- whatever was being slurped had run completely dry. A heavy plastic CRUNCH!! breaches the night air, and a moment later...

" Spit-take!

bluh! What, a...TOTAL le-letdown."

From the outdoor cafe table she's perched on, Cyn raises a fingergun up toward the moon. At the end of it is what looks to be a plastic oil can with a prominent bite mark in it, a long bendy straw sticking out of one end. Rather than her hand, the can is held in place by a yellow glyph, three axes keeping it frozen in the air. This is not to last, though, as the can begins to vibrate slightly, then moderately, then INCREDIBLY violently until it fires off into the night sky with a percussive blast, its speed and the darkness making its arc nigh-untraceable.

"see you, Space... G A R B A G E."

After a couple of seconds of complete stillness, Cyn's body throws itself backwards, her eyes locking upside-down with the young woman behind her.

"HE-EY, buddy! You have, any clue about...finding D E L I C I O U S oil around here? This wa-ward is...just, slightly.

SEVERELY LACKING.

In robots and I, obviously, need more...to wash out the fla-avor of GROSS PLASTIC! And also. the oil it had in it, which was. Quite. m i d."

[undiscarded]

@moraypower (from x)

Stalking and prowling were delights far too frowned upon by the world at large, honestly. Cyn was well-acquainted with their entertainment value, and the spiraling recesses of Fibonacci made for the perfect place to perform such pastimes. With her sudden lack of power putting any plans on hold, this was just about the most fun she could have around this place.

Ooh, it seems like she wasn't the only one who thought that! She spots somebody watching out from an alleyway, their eyes turned toward what looked like a particularly high-end store in the place's high-class shopping district. Drumming her fingers together in anticipation, Cyn slinks into another alleyway, following the walls of the buildings to enter the same way the other person was hiding in. (Hey, they're wearing yellow! Her favorite!) Unable to hold in her desire to join in on the observation, she scurries up behind the other and looks out in the direction she's reasonably sure they were glancing before.

"And just WHICH. sucker. Is g-gonna get SNUCK UPON today, my dude of, stupendous hue?"

[undiscarded]

I gotta pass out, but. LIKE THIS for a Cyn starter when I wake!! She's likely going to be unsettling and/or annoying in some way, but maybe you can make friends with that? (Don't get her hopes up.)

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She's so close. So close. V and N just got kicked to the curb, Uzi's off her balance...this is it. SO CLOSE!! she's about to win. Her hand's just inches from the worker drone's chest, ready to tear into her chassis and...no. Nononono. From behind. THAT would be the way to do it. One more teleport, and she can have her hand BURST from Uzi's chest, clutching her dripping, writhing core before-

...What.

She's certain she hasn't teleported yet, but her view has changed...no, EVERYTHING has changed. The environment, the mood, the presence of soon-to-be-killed teens before her. Dead eyes glance about. This doesn't look anything like Copper-9...if anything, it looked a lot closer to Earth than she was comfortable with.

" . . .

Disgruntled confusion.

What sort of. bullsh_t. Is goi-ing on?"

[undiscarded]

Guess that reserve wasn't entirely needed. Here to apply as Cyn from Murder Drones! Application is at the "App" link in the top bar or at /app.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Cyn!

You will be housed in CONDO 411.

You’ll be able to use your telekinesis ability on objects no bigger than a standard issue basketball.

You’ll also receive a wooden katana.

Enjoy your stay!

– andromeda ☆