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archer (robin hood)

First tale

[ACCIDENTAL AUDIO >>> ACCIDENTAL VIDEO.]

[Okay, he found the device, and then what? He pushed random buttons, until the audio function is on yet he barely noticed.]

Okay, this thing is pretty weird. Which button should I--

[That's when he turned the function into that of a video. Should you see him, he's totally cloaked with his green-hood over his face. NOPE, NOT SUSPICIOUS. This is just how a Robin Hood rolls, always wary. So wary that villagers gives no fuck herp-a-derp. But hey, a thief gotta be sneaky, y'know?]

Hello? Hey? Hey!? What am I supposed to do with you, damn thing!?

[This is what you get when you are summoned from a virtual box; miscommunication, lack of knowledge about modern technologies, blahblahblah.]

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Machine? This thing? [Oh well, maybe it works like Terminal that his grumpy Master used?

Click click click and he's figuring things... a bit.]

Ah, I see how this thing work now.

Yes. Pointless, but probably necessary. *She turns the video on herself and shrugs. Have a thirteen-year-old girl linefacing at the camera. A very creepy-looking thirteen-year-old girl.*

You don't know where we are either. *Is that a question?*

[>mfw I don't listen to all of yo' blabbering.]

Yeah, and then I'm going to ask you and you answer me and then I got a clear answer. What's new?

[grumpy archer is grumpy.]

*>her face all the time*

I don't know. I just appeared here. I feel different. It's strange.

[Le sigh.]

Way to be helpful, little girl.

You asked. I answered.

Not with the answer I'm expecting.

So? There's no reason to ask a question and be disappointed when you get the answer you didn't expect. The point of asking a question is that you don't know.

So you go to a bar, asked for the most treasurest beer, and all you get is a glass of milk, and then you're content? [A scoff.] Kid, you're still not old enough to gives advice.

Oh, talking about milk, it might do you some good if you go take one right now.

What does age have to do with advice?

Why?

How about I ask in return; What doesn't?

Think about what I'm implying, kiddo.

I have no idea what you're implying, except that it's probably something stupid.

You have no idea what I'm implying so I guess we both know who's the stupid one here.

You're the one going on about pointless things.

And you're the one going on with pointless answer.

You're strange. *Because nobody ever answers Kaoru's snarky linefacing with... more snarky linefacing. Or insults she doesn't get.*

I've been told that a lot. [Yeah, he knows. Being some chivalrous thief and all.]

Hm.

If you really want to know what's going on, people here seem happy to provide answers. I suspect this place did something to me. I'm going to find out what it is.

I know, something big is amiss from me.

[Yeah, he was dead fo'sho. But he's breathing like woah again here.]

I wonder if this is what most people feel like. *She's poking herself and frowning. Kaoru should not feel warm. She should be made of DEATH.*

[...Ping'd.] Most people like? You were not like them? [Just like he was, and maybe is.]

No, not really.

Well, either way, it's not really my business.

Dunno what is your name, but I'm going to cut off the feeds if we have nothing to discuss.

Tch. I don't care.

Kiryuu Kaoru, if you want to know.

[Look who care less. Him.

Because he's not giving his name in return and proceed to cut off the feeds. ahaha.wav.]

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