"Hmmm.. Ya strike me as quite the resourceful dame, so I doubt that the two of us would pass down a chance to collaborate," Randle pondered, circling the red-clad woman with slow, thoughtful steps. Her pinkish cheeks and gleaming blue eyes gave him a feeling of deja vu- he'd met similar charming young humanoids in the past, yet something about this lady felt.. off. "Not that we're exactly close in terms of trade, but it's often the folks the farthest from your home field that bring the most interesting know-how to the table." She carried herself with grace and confidence, which reflected in her brazen crimson manner of dress. "So, I'd suppose I'd consider ya an intel broker of mine, a valuable inside woman in the field of business and merchantry. I know darn well how important it is to have someone be your eyes and ears in a spot I wouldn't dig around in much myself." Deprived of most mortal needs, Randle often have merchants a hard time selling him their wares. One couldn't sell fur oil to a man made out of artificial leather, and neither would a moonshiner be able to drop their grog on the lap of a man that didn't drink. Via Company, he could access whatever words circulated in the circle of traders, without having to provoke or shock someone.
"I, well..." for a moment, there was a faltering in the vigilante's usual deadpan attitude. The dark eyes behind the mask peered at Randle with an expression that was almost hesitant, as if she was trying to find the courage to say what she wanted to convey.
"You see, Randle, we started off as work acquaintances - and on that regard, I value you highly now as I did when we first ran into each other. But you have not only been one of my working contact... you and the Rustbucket crew have reached out for me as friends, made me feel like I was... part of the band, somehow. And that's all kinds of - strange and cool and difficult to believe that there's people out there who want to associate with me, when for the longest part I've just had a lot of people reject me for-" she waved a hand slightly to conceal her embarassment, "... the less agreeable sides of my opersonalities, or some very definite stances I took.... I've not been alive for that long, but all my life, I only had a few people who stood by me to this present day, and so finding out that people to whom I am little more than a stranger are not put off by the way I am or the things I did... it's just strange, but feels nice."
"But I'm getting carried away. Because you see, one thing about you in particular is that I found myself looking up to your advice, and it makes sense because you have so much experience, but it's also part of your personality, of the way you connect with people, through guidance and understanding instead of judgement and peer pressure..." Was it a trick of the light, or did her eyes briefly glimmer behind the mask with tears she was trying to hod back? "... and that's how a father would be meant to guide? At least, how I always imagined it should be like...."
She smiled with her eyes at Randle, and this time there was no denying or hiding that it was a pained smile. "You see... I never had good experiences with fathers. My biological sire resents his blood ties to me as fiercely as I resent mine to him, my Gran-Gran being the only good person to come out of his rotten lineage. Then... for a time, there was this man... an A.I construct with the memory of a famous scientist from long ago, who... I had come to regard as a father figure. His many-times descendant was something of a little brother to me, and with robot mum and 'ghost dad', it felt like a family... a found family."
Her voice broke slightly. "Then... you know how these things go. Everyone just started.... drifting off. And it's alright, I... should have seen it coming probably, braced myself so it didn't hurt." Except the tremor in her voice revealed that it had hurt, a lot, even if she was trying to be strong and brave in spite of it all. "And eventually the man I considered a father figure, a grandfather of my children, a family tie, he said... he just didn't consider me as much 'family' as his biologic descendant - and meanwhile my 'little brother' didn't want anything to do with me either, not after his girlfriend - we were best friends in childhood - cut off all ties to me." She made a snorting sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob.
Her shoulders had begun to shake slightly, and she took a deep breath to steady herself before looking up at Randle again. This time it was unmistakeable, her eyes were brimming with tears, a battle long lost. "W-what I'm trying to say is that I.. never had a very good example of everything a father figure can be or should be, but... if I could choose, I'd - want it to be like you..."
"You see, Randle, we started off as work acquaintances - and on that regard, I value you highly now as I did when we first ran into each other. But you have not only been one of my working contact... you and the Rustbucket crew have reached out for me as friends, made me feel like I was... part of the band, somehow. And that's all kinds of - strange and cool and difficult to believe that there's people out there who want to associate with me, when for the longest part I've just had a lot of people reject me for-" she waved a hand slightly to conceal her embarassment, "... the less agreeable sides of my opersonalities, or some very definite stances I took.... I've not been alive for that long, but all my life, I only had a few people who stood by me to this present day, and so finding out that people to whom I am little more than a stranger are not put off by the way I am or the things I did... it's just strange, but feels nice."
"But I'm getting carried away. Because you see, one thing about you in particular is that I found myself looking up to your advice, and it makes sense because you have so much experience, but it's also part of your personality, of the way you connect with people, through guidance and understanding instead of judgement and peer pressure..." Was it a trick of the light, or did her eyes briefly glimmer behind the mask with tears she was trying to hod back? "... and that's how a father would be meant to guide? At least, how I always imagined it should be like...."
She smiled with her eyes at Randle, and this time there was no denying or hiding that it was a pained smile. "You see... I never had good experiences with fathers. My biological sire resents his blood ties to me as fiercely as I resent mine to him, my Gran-Gran being the only good person to come out of his rotten lineage. Then... for a time, there was this man... an A.I construct with the memory of a famous scientist from long ago, who... I had come to regard as a father figure. His many-times descendant was something of a little brother to me, and with robot mum and 'ghost dad', it felt like a family... a found family."
Her voice broke slightly. "Then... you know how these things go. Everyone just started.... drifting off. And it's alright, I... should have seen it coming probably, braced myself so it didn't hurt." Except the tremor in her voice revealed that it had hurt, a lot, even if she was trying to be strong and brave in spite of it all. "And eventually the man I considered a father figure, a grandfather of my children, a family tie, he said... he just didn't consider me as much 'family' as his biologic descendant - and meanwhile my 'little brother' didn't want anything to do with me either, not after his girlfriend - we were best friends in childhood - cut off all ties to me." She made a snorting sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob.
Her shoulders had begun to shake slightly, and she took a deep breath to steady herself before looking up at Randle again. This time it was unmistakeable, her eyes were brimming with tears, a battle long lost. "W-what I'm trying to say is that I.. never had a very good example of everything a father figure can be or should be, but... if I could choose, I'd - want it to be like you..."
"I think that.." He stumbled over his words for a moment, "You would be a good Gym Leader!!" He stated, with a warm smile.
"Damn, you a cute kid, ain't ya!?" The alien phoenix leaned over the young Pokémon trainer for a moment in a slightly teasing gesture, giving him a good once over before standing up straight.
"I ain't usually into taking kids with me on my ship, ya see, but I ain't completely against takin' ya in as a travel buddy either, yeah?"
"I ain't usually into taking kids with me on my ship, ya see, but I ain't completely against takin' ya in as a travel buddy either, yeah?"
"Me an' Topspin can use a mate tae 'elp us around the weapons lab. Yer job would be tae hold smaller things, so Ah call ye a lab assistant"
Do they even allows robots in KOF? Meh, Anywho, I could use a third teammate whenever Daimon is busy.
"Well I am gonna go try out for Scout Sniper, so would you like to be my spotter?"
Peristéri sniffled and lightly snarled, examining Adrian from afar from a mountainous landscape. They deeply stared into his soul and acknowledged his calm nature. Usually, military personnel are facile targets; but Adrian appeared to be more resilient and mentally sturdy.
“oooohh…a man of God — i can smell it. he’ll be an obstacle for me later.”
“oooohh…a man of God — i can smell it. he’ll be an obstacle for me later.”
Warbeast or Dungeon-keeper. I think the creature would be difficult to subjugate but could be negotiated with.
Hm, I could use a partner in Demon hunting. What do you say?
"Batman told me about you. We can kill criminals together"
"Cannon fodder."
"Personal punching bag..."
"The tall, obvious target."
"Probably the most useful member of the infiltration unit?-"
"A potential partner."
"Hm.. what an interesting power you have.." Klahadore circled Cole, as if a cat surrounding its' prey. He used his palm to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose and raised a brow with a soft smirk. "What kind of devil fruit have you gotten ahold of, I wonder?"
Klahadore then brought one of his 'cat claws' to Cole's chin and lifted his head up to face him. "You would do quite great on my crew. I'd think." He said, with almost a purr, narrowing his eyes slowly at the man.
Klahadore then brought one of his 'cat claws' to Cole's chin and lifted his head up to face him. "You would do quite great on my crew. I'd think." He said, with almost a purr, narrowing his eyes slowly at the man.
Um... I think this guy and Katz would get along well... I'd say he is a killer...
"Ah. I heard legends about you and your exploits. Your valorous actions have echoed into eternity, little one. You may lack the might, but with you, you carry the intellect and bravery of even the most mightiest of astartes. You could be a warhound. A canine that serves the Imperium of Man and the Emperor. I shall consider you one of the Sons of Sanguinius"
"Your armor leaves too much of a risk of you. You become confident and it shall be your doom. As they say, those who live by sword will die by the sword....But that's not the point here. Due to your armor, I will call you a Vanguard.
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