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[ Oh look! It's Drift, your neighborhood giant robot. He looks pretty banged up, plating scraped and paint chipped in spots. More over, he doesn't look like his usual aggressively serene self. He glowers at the screen, downright dour, optics glowing coldly from under his helm. ]

I'm back.

Sorry to anyone I've been tutoring on swordplay.

Lessons are cancelled until further notice.

I'll be working on my house if anyone needs me.

[ His mouth draw into a tight line before he switches the video off. ]

Comments

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[weapabilities]

What?

Murdering innocent mechs is a bad thing, last I checked. Though I'm sure your curiosity is satisfied, then?

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[wolfchild]

You are a sellsword. If you do not want to be, stop.

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[weapabilities]

A sellsword? You mean a mercenary? I don't kill for money, if that's what you mean.

There was a war on for over four million years amongst my people. It was either kill or be killed. In this instance, however, it was needless and it cost me my home and my friends.

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[wolfchild]

Sorry for your loss.

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[weapabilities]

I'm used to it I guess. People around me just tend to die. Probably better you stay away.

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[wolfchild]

Fine.

[ Worst. Child. ]

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[weapabilities]

What. Offended? You didn't have a hard time blowing me off before.

[ And a robot man-child. ]

[wolfchild]

[ He told her to stay away so she's already clicked off. ]

[weapabilities]

[ He'll owe her an apology later likely, he knows. But for now he's going to be throwing his fit. ]