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Post by Carro Hofferson on Jun 13, 2020 6:47:45 GMT -6
LIFE'S A BEACH
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE)
Carro was never at ease. This had to be a new record for his time spent away from Earth. With every passing day of his time on the Gemini to patch up the damages, he was always, always sure to call home to make sure everything was okay. So far, so good, but he could never stop worrying. LEO was already out picking up more supplies and shipments on Gemini B, leaving Carro alone after she'd made sure he promised to "treat himself" a little while she was gone. The local beach seemed like a good first place to try. So here he was, dressed nothing but in a pair of floral-patterned blue swimshorts and an oversized angler's hat.
Gemini A's shores were full of graceful arc of sand, glittering under the night stars. The waves rolled in with a soothing hiss, the salty water stirring the sand. All was peaceful, in stark contrast to the events that unfolded not long ago. Carro had sat himself by the seaside, letting the peak of the low tide's waves brush against his feet as he looked across the sea in silence. The distant lights of an undersea city glimmered beneath its surface. The small beach town beside him had long since fallen asleep- in the early morning the sleepless robot was the only one to visit the ocean.
For now, Carro's thoughts were not occupied by the crushing dread regarding the fate of the galaxy and his hand in protecting it. It had been a long, long while since he had a moment to enjoy these little things. There was the chilly ocean breeze, the smell of salt in the air, the wonders of what majestic alien fauna could lurk beneath the waves, or just the intricate patterns on the small shells that littered the seaside to draw his attention. LEO was right- this was pretty relaxing... And for once, it was just him and no one else. Nobody to worry about him, nobody to try and murder him, just Carro and Carro alone. This was nice.
What could possibly go wrong today?
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Rakko
Newcomer
PL: 6,000
Marked Marauder (x5P)
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Post by Rakko on Jun 23, 2020 2:19:09 GMT -6
Rakko was having a good day. An oh so good day~ The woman had initially been attracted to the nicer counterpart of her order's home planet by the mass amounts of explosions and battles going on with beings there, and after that she had been enticed by the sights, sounds, and luxuries offered by the resort planet. Luxuries such as getting to have her fun ambushing particularly annoying people amidst the chaos of the battles above, or seducing her way into having whatever she wanted bought for her, before putting an end to that (and her lucky person) whenever she grew bored. But today... today was even better than the others! For not only did she manage to get her hands on some lovely food attained through her favourite method of violence and intimidation, but she had gone out and bought herself some new clothes with the money the red haired woman had demanded from her victims! One such article of clothing being a bikini that finally allowed her to visit the famed beaches of Gemini A. After all, it wasn't like she could just go there in dark black robes. She was an anarchist, not some insane, crazy person.
Making her way along the beach, which was surprisingly and disappointingly empty (maybe it had something to do with the recent battle, but what did she care about that?), Rakko hummed to herself, yellow eyes looking around for something. As luxurious as this place was, the red haired Weaver wasn't exactly fond of its police force or justice system. They were particularly pesky, even after the murder of what's his face and so and so. Like, it was only a couple of deaths, you know? No need to be so uppity. "Ugh, don't think about it." Rakko murmurs to herself. "Stress brings wrinkles." As she does this, her eyes alight upon something rather curious further down the beach. Finally. A lone figure with a floating head, just... standing there. Now that was what she called interesting. Her grin growing, the Jinrui quickly attempted to cross the distance between her and the floating... robot! That's what it was, right? Most species didn't exactly survive their head's separation from their body. Or at least, she hadn't met any that could. Then again, this could just be the work of some serial killer, in which case... She really needed to up her presentation game.
The woman would attempt to close in behind the figure as silently as she could, noting the cute little design of the thing and its beach shorts. 'Aw. It's playing person. Adorable.' She thinks to herself, before attempting to loop her hands around it and hugging the tiny figure from behind. Succeed or fail, she'd follow up with a cooing noise. "Hello~ What's your name, little cutie~?" She would grin, the smile reaching her eyes in a decidedly not friendly way.
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Jun 30, 2020 12:35:01 GMT -6
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE)
Carro gave a breathless sigh of contentment, simply enjoying the scenery and taking the short moment of relaxation all in while he still had the chance... And that chance was a lot shorter than he expected.
The little robot yelped in surprise as a pair of arms were suddenly wrapped around him, his metallic arms pinned to his sides in the spontaneous bearhug. On instinct he tried to squirm and wriggle his way out of whatever was happening, but even if he couldn't be physically exhausted, no amount of energy would get him free when he was so much weaker than this person.
Carro finally looked back, his tiny dotted eyes shrunken in shock still. "U-uhhhh..." He stammered, his floating head dipping down a little as he looked up at Rakko. He wasn't sure who or what she was, but he didn't like any part of this, even if she hadn't actually hurt him. "Er, uh- Hi. You're k-kind of, uh, very much in my personal space!" The robot sputtered out in clear discomfort, ignoring her question for the time being. "C-can you put me down please??? T-this is considered quite rude i-in the culture I come from, uh, m-miss." He decided to give the freaky lady the benefit of the doubt for now- maybe she just came from a planet whose people did this regularly for some reason, or something like that. Still, his meek and forced smile faded soon as he fully processed the clearly unfriendly look in her eyes, trying to wriggle out of her grip again.
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