ใ ค#๐๐ซ๐ง๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ง๐ฆ๏นslicing through ๐๐๐๐๐ or ๊ฐสแด๊ฑส, i don't care ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ. ยทยท โโ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
in mind when i get messed up again, hah.
i should probably get goin'.
[hands on his hips. double seemed pretty chill around yalda, despite his...
...scary attitude.]
well, if that happens, maybe i'll show you mercy. i like your attitude.
[double remarked. his tone gave nothing away about what he truly was thinking. standing up to his full height, he at least seemed harmless for now.]
anyway, thank ya again. i'll keep you folk ++
better than nothing.]
indeed. anything who pisses me off or gets in my way is as good as a carcass.
[the large robot rested his elbows on his knees.]
but you... and your friend? ain't gonna harm you guys. you don't seem too much like the "hero" type, yourself.
[feeling it flicker to life again, double let out a robotic sigh of relief as he sat up and stretched his arms.]
good as new. thank ya.
[taking the eyepatch that was wrapped around his sword hilt, he placed it properly back over that eye. a simple restraint was ++
assuming based on looks? hah! that's rude... but you're completely right.
i kill because it's fun. slicing through metal, through flesh... it's so exciting. nothing can beat it.
glad to know i ain't alone.
[ohh, if he could move... his hands ached to play with his ++
[laughing at his own joke, it was really uncertain whether or not it was a bluff or truth. most likely a bluff, but you could never be fully certain with a guy like double.]
hmm? what's on your mind, yalda?
[working red optic flicked back over to the gizoid.]
be careful with that eye.
[double hummed, seeming... very relaxed as he spoke.]
one wrong move, and it might be firin' a laser right through your midsection. very volatile.
[definitely confident in himself, too. not a good guy at all.]
out a soft laugh at the mention of his swords!]
yeah, folk like them. they were given to me by my late master... i was made to be a guard, and he improved my weapons to defend his wealth accordingly.
they're used for...
different things, now.
[his design was not outwardly advanced, not like an android, but he was clearly built for battle. his metal was slightly weathered, and it showed many chips and "scars." he was no stranger to battle, and it seemed like he's been at it for... a long time.
double let ++
my name's double. and yours?
[he didn't seem like this phased him much, if at all. double certainly wasn't a crybaby when it came to this thing, but he knew plenty of robots who hated repairs.
actually listening and trying to keep still, but gaze wandered over to the gizoid.]