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“A little,” the redhead answers. Though her expression was indifferent, unswayed to fluster by the acknowledgment of her interest, the intensity of her gaze makes her curiosity evident. She tilts her head, wavy hair curtaining over part of her scar. “It’s beautiful. The blade.”

// can escape any restraint using a broken fingernail but can’t make spaghetti without the noodles somehow catching fire.

// done with finals!! I need to pack some things and drive for a bit, but I’m free and should be able to respond to things in a bit!

A white glow —— an energy field —— briefly encloses the reader like a humming shield. For a moment, it’s like being underwater. The shimmer of the construct seems to ebb and flow like the surface of waves. Then, as the immediate danger passes, it dissolves into the air.

She presses gauze to flesh, light from the lamp behind her catching loose, coppery strands of hair that had freed themselves from her braid. She glances at the reader as their eyes open before turning her gaze back to their wound. “You’re safe,” she murmurs, aloof.

// will get to more replies sometime tonight or tomorrow, but if anyone wants to plot, like this tweet!

I did not need this information, but I guess I have it now.

// Been pretty stressed from finals, but I will get to all of the threads I haven’t responded to! I’m just currently replying to whatever I have the easiest time writing for, so there may be threads I reply more to. I’ll still be posting starters/banter as well. Thanks :)

I did not ask for this. I don’t know what to do with it. I can’t decide whether I’m confused or upset. I have a sword. What am I to think when I draw it??? Am I just going to have to forever wonder if maybe that’s what they want??

The helmet was off. Zero was no robot, mechanical as they seemed. Beneath the fiberglass was flesh, a person of feminine appearance, scarred and freckled in the face. “You stare as if you were expecting something. An android, I guess,” she said, voice no longer metallic.