“THOUGH IT’S THE
END OF THE WORLD…”
- The professor
- Science nerd turned desert wanderer
- Probably running from her mistakes
- Still human..?
- #SplatoonRP
”DON’T BLAME
YOURSELF, NOW.”
The stars are the same, and that’s even more present in the darkness of the desert.
The stars only are noticeably different after millions of years, she notes, as she slowly removes a charging cord from the side of her neck.
…No one saw that, right?
-Hmm, the desert. Count how many sand is here, Omega. That's your first mission.
Okay. 1. 2. 3. 4.
-Why the fuck would you make him do that?
-It passes the time.
5. 6. 7.
-It's gonna take so long!
8. 9. 10. 11.
-Shadow! It's gonna be so annoying!
12. 13. 14.
@MARITIMEMEMRIES “Really?”
Fess’s expression lit up. It had been so, //so// long since she could do any good, so any little chance she could get was cherished— even if she was still half convinced she’d mess it up.
”Thank you! I won’t let you down!”
@MARITIMEMEMRIES biohazards. I’m not a biologist— the only degree I have is shaky and in environmental sciences, but uh— field experience is important too.”
@MARITIMEMEMRIES “Yeah, I’m uh— kind of aware? That’s why I’m here.“
Fess glances towards the goop. Ew. It’s furry. She doesn’t like that.
She crosses her arms, whispering softly. “…Wish I could have seen the place back when it was still useful.”
”I have slight experience with +
@MARITIMEMEMRIES little disk. With a shaky throw, it goes flying, expanding out into a plastic net that covers the goo. She takes a few steps back. Seems that limited it’s mobility well enough.
”…Least you’re not my fault this time.”
@MARITIMEMEMRIES “…IF YOU KILL ME, GOOP, YOU’RE UH— YOU’RE MADE OF SLIME!”
Fess squeaks as the goop goes for her face, but ducks out of the way just in time.
”DON’T LIKEMY INSULTS, EH? TOO BAD, BECAUSE I’LL STOP MAKING THEM NOW!”
She digs in one of the pockets on her vest, pulling out a +