0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02.

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[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

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𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐘𝐎.

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒊 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰.𝑷.𝑪.

⠀ ⠀⠀

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

Scanning.

Vitals signs normal. Blood pressure has raised to a level congruent with mild discomfort. No viral infection detected.

Conclusion: your last meal disagreed with you.

I will locate anti-inflammatory medication.

[.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝓜 𝑜𝑧𝑒。*⛧ @violetcloaked]

⠀

⠀ tummy hurt .

⠀

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

@umbralcrow ( The owl, blunt as ever, turns her back and sets about the work. Her mostly mechanical body is perfectly suited for it, leading to a blur of productivity across the desk. )

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

@umbralcrow ( Onryo makes a strange mechanical noise, before using her leg to shove Sasha’s chair away from the desk — abruptly ending any hopes of working. )

A mechanical mind is better suited for this. Allow me.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

@umbralcrow ( And a ninja without much regard for personal space looking over her shoulder. )

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

I used to have tattoos. A shame. These limbs of steel leave no room for ornamentation.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

Error : Break the birdcage.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

@umbralcrow Nothing.

( Her one human hand, seeking warmth beneath Sasha’s clothing. Not intimate… yet. But craving connection in one of the only ways she can do it. )

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

An arm around @umbralcrow’s waist — pulling her closer. Finger slipping beneath her shirt.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𒀹 ‍ 𝖜͟𝗶͟𝗹͟𝗱𝙵𝖎͡ᚱ𝙴 ‍ ⋆̲ @proximaeonyx]

ᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠ

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𓂃 ༝ 🔥 𝐑͟ULE𝓢
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝓐RE ⌕ 𝗠𝗔͟𝗗𝗘 ꗃ ▨
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ TO 𓍯 . 神の子 𝐁͜͡E
⠀ ⠀ ꒦ ₊ BᚱOKEN ━━┈┈ ⠀⠀.ᐟ

ᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠ

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

I have been stood here for 14 minutes and six seconds. In that time, your heart rate has been steadily climbing.

Conclusion: I am making you nervous.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

Your secrets are safe with my indifference.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

Variant shinobi art 7; Shadowfall.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

… Hrm.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

I am a head, an arm … some vitals, and nothing more. I believe the final figure was … 70-something percent inorganic.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

You are easily excused. Obsidian probably did not deign to share exactly what I am … missing.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

Food and drink no longer serve a purpose. My body is sustained via its power core.

… I don’t have a stomach, to be blunt.

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

That’s what the inhibitors are for … ma’am.

[ Is that a sliver of contempt in her mechanical voice, or just one’s imagination? It’s indiscernible. And meaningless. Onryo physically cannot act on any feeling she might have. ]

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

[ Onryo nods — and promptly vanishes completely. Approximately six minutes later, a bottle of port and a smaller, proper glass are left by the Stoneheart. ]

[0𝑁-4𝑅𝑌-02. @0N_4RY_02]

As you wish. Vintage port?