The mechanicus deems this tech heresy

virus: don't worry *pupils diappear (which are just the eye in side)* i have problems and issues too

( * sad violin * )

(PPSSSSSHH WUT hE bEtTeR nOt iLl fRiCkIn fjrghebghkwbfbewdgbfhvbdhbvhdbv wuts happening again)

( MOm XD don't hurt poor Carder )

Ohh, makes sense. Can he communicate?

Ok. *waits patiently*

*Tilts Screen* "Hmm?"

YOurNevERON ALSO Can I bring London all up in this business?

London- *shes strolling along flipping through her notebook, and looks up to see a robot-rat man. * there seems to be an incline in cyborg anthro rodents in this town.. *she mutters to herself*

London- Hey.. looks kinda like another scientist.. *she says under hher breath. She’s so caught up in staring thst she doesn’t notice a small rock and trips over it, leaving papers of drawings of birds sprawl everywhere*

London- *she scoops as many of the realistic drawings that she can up, ripping and crumpling many of them on accident* uh.. yeah, I spend some time in the park observing. *she says. She doesnt look up, terrified. She remembers him as the crazy-looking cat man that beat up that Dan guy that she’d accidentally upset* I.. used to live in the jungle. *she adds, quickly*

London- I feel like I should be startled? But I’m here visiting my sister, and I’ve heard a lot of things already so far. It’s crazy here. Shes my twin sister. We aren’t identical, but I actually recently figured out that she was a failed abortion and our parents abandoned her here and left with me. Yo may know her? Paris?

London- oh really? I haven’t experienced that side of her much. It’s been akward, we don’t know how to interact together. Wait.. OH MY GOSH.. ARE YOU SCRATCH?

London- *she vigorously shakes his hand, an amused look in her face* Paris did NOT speak fondly of you for a short while. She does express admiration now, though! I’m London. London Kingsley Kripp.

London- *she looks startles* YOU HAVE? OH MY GOSH ITS SUCH AN HONOR SIR. *she retains composure, and seems completely unnerved and comfortable with Scratch now. * I don’t see why people wouldn’t like you. Paris- *stumbles over with a bottle of beer and her pistol* hey Scratch. Sis.

London- don’t worry about it. I’m know as the crazy lady where I’m from, and look at me! I’m still going Paris- *she sips her beer. Her face contorts into a perplexed expression as she surveys the area and stumbles to balance on her own two feet. When she speaks, her words are slurred* yooooooScratchWhatswronDUDE

London- I’m not willing to go into this stuff anymore Paris- I HAVE NO HOME! MY HOME IS NEVER AROUND, DONT YOU SEE? *she glares at him and coughs a bit, crossing her eyes and stumbling around* London- she’s always like this. Did she used to be different?

(OO RLLY? WOT BE IT) Paris- I’m STiLL A cOP.. thEY juST DROPpeD ME FoR a bIT. London- I had no idea.. she’s been kinda down lately.

(HNNG FRICC U MY LOV XD) Paris- you fAt fRIck... London- *she crosses her arms, scowling* it’s not the homecoming I anticipated. But it’s ok. This is why I’m goung to Iraq..

Going*

Victor:*walks up and lightly waves*.....hey (ugh, gross old drawing, HEY MADS :D

Paris- whAT? London- wait, what? Who?

(WOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAIIUUIIIIIIIIUIIIII FROST)

(FROST!!!, imcasuallyreadingdon'tmind me)

( o hey :V

Paris- VICTOR! *she immediately covers her face, as if she’s humiliated at her condition* London- am I missing something?

Victor: it's alright I've been around it's just...you couldn't...see me :T

Paris- *she drops the bottle, sending beer and broken glass everywhere so that she can use both hands to cover her face* I don’t know what.. how.. London- hokay then..

Victor:.....long story short...i had to let you make a few of your own choices...and oh my god.....are..you okay?

Paris- y-yes?

Victor:*pulls her into a hug* i won't leave you again....it would be wrong to

Paris- *she begins breathing heavily, clutching his shirt and crying* I’m so sorry I did this to you..

Victor:it's alright, don't worry about me

(same lol)

Paris- it’s my fault your like this.. it’s my fault you.. k-k.. and I have to live with that every day. It’s too hard, Victor (Lol gaiz)

Victor: don't blame yourself for that, i'm here now. it's fine

Paris- how can you say that? Your so selfless, and I’m so selfish!

Victor: no, don't-say that, that's not you, you don't see what i see and i understand that, but just......please don't blame yourself for this anymore, it hurts to see you this way

Paris- okay..

Victor:*smiles a bit* alright, we good now?

Paris- yeah.