10-08-2016, 10:45 PM
"PAARTAAYY"
Gaige howled with the other citizens of Camelot as the crude fireworks ignited the night sky. Her teammates had all but disappeared, but she didn't mind. What she did mind was the fact that she had to make her robot arm seem like a normal one. First of all, it was friggin AWESOME, and she built it herself, so she was disappointed that she couldn't show off. Second of all, it was still a makeshift robot arm whose main function was to hold a digistruct core. She was waving her arms, but her trigger finger kept twitching (as it was programmed to do) and her left shoulder moved at half the speed of her right one. Luckily, nobody really noticed... She thought.
Unfortunately, at that moment, someone seized her left arm. Gaige whirled around, shotgun digistructing in her palm. She pressed the muzzle against her assailant's chest.
"Sooooo," Gaige chirped, "you're a baddie, huh?"
The assailant was a skinny woman. Her face was thirty years older than it probably should be. She had the look of pure agony, blurred with a flood of tears.
"Please," she said, "Are you the mercenaries here to find the terrorist?"
Gaige raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"I need... I need help."
"And why should I help you? You kinda just threatened me."
"Because..." the woman gulped, "I can help you back."
Gaige howled with the other citizens of Camelot as the crude fireworks ignited the night sky. Her teammates had all but disappeared, but she didn't mind. What she did mind was the fact that she had to make her robot arm seem like a normal one. First of all, it was friggin AWESOME, and she built it herself, so she was disappointed that she couldn't show off. Second of all, it was still a makeshift robot arm whose main function was to hold a digistruct core. She was waving her arms, but her trigger finger kept twitching (as it was programmed to do) and her left shoulder moved at half the speed of her right one. Luckily, nobody really noticed... She thought.
Unfortunately, at that moment, someone seized her left arm. Gaige whirled around, shotgun digistructing in her palm. She pressed the muzzle against her assailant's chest.
"Sooooo," Gaige chirped, "you're a baddie, huh?"
The assailant was a skinny woman. Her face was thirty years older than it probably should be. She had the look of pure agony, blurred with a flood of tears.
"Please," she said, "Are you the mercenaries here to find the terrorist?"
Gaige raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"I need... I need help."
"And why should I help you? You kinda just threatened me."
"Because..." the woman gulped, "I can help you back."
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