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[filial_guardian]

[So much for staying indoors while his broken ribs heal. Since he's supposed to be taking it easy, Walter is taking a break from working on the SOS Brigade HQ (without telling the dumbass Haruki) to work on his poor, battered automaton. Being stuck at the bottom of Sho's junk structure didn't really help it out. At all

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[fates_ironic]

[Welp, Leon's wandering around town, as he normally does 90% of the time, when he comes across Walter, messing with ... something. Wandering over to investigate now. He's trying to stay out of sight, though.]

[filial_guardian]

[Huh. Looks like wire from some sort of instrument or something. Walter tosses the debris to the side, trying to fish out the other splinters of wood that managed to get stuck inside of it. It's a little awkward since he can't really lean into the automaton because of his ribs, but it shouldn't be too noticeable.]

[fates_ironic]

[Leon's sorta noticing the awkward non-leaning, but he's not thinking too much of it at the moment. He's more or less trying to figure out what the hell it is Walter's working on at the moment.]

[filial_guardian]

[The little robot buzzes quietly as it floats in place, though Walter ignores it as he continues trying to clean it out.]

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[fates_ironic]

[What the hell is it doing. The buzzing and how it's floating are pretty intriguing, so he'll continue watching.

... Maybe he should do something to he-- ... naaaah. Walter knows what he's doing. Probably.]

[filial_guardian]

[The buzzing hasn't really gone away, and Walter is starting to get annoyed with it.] No one understands you, thing. You might as well shut up.

[fates_ironic]

[... Yeah, buzzing's starting to get annoying. Okay, time to de-lurk.]

Can't you shut it off?

[filial_guardian]

Shut it o-- [He pauses, then looks over at Leon. Then back to the automaton.] I suppose I could. It's not like I need to move it around at the moment.

[He stands up, leaving the buzzing automaton alone with Leon briefly so he can retrieve a bucket off to one side.]

[fates_ironic]

[Well, while Walter's doing that, Leon moves closer to the automaton, getting a better look at it now that Walter's not in his line of sight.]

[filial_guardian]

[The little automaton buzzes jovially, though it will remain unknown to everyone what it's saying.]

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[fates_ironic]

[I c wat u did thar, little robot. Leon'll just give the automaton a bit of a glare. He's got no idea what it just said, but somehow, he feels insulted. All that buzzing is probably just giving him a headache.]

[filial_guardian]

[It's fun because the automata canonly break the fourth wall. Yep.

Walter carefully carries the bucket back to his seat, then pulls a Shiru-sized large orb from inside of it. He sets it on his lap, and the buzzing from the automaton slowly fades away.]

[fates_ironic]

[Indeed. Too bad no one will ever know.

And watching this. Huh. That's ... interesting. And weird. Mostly weird. Once the buzzing stops, Leon speaks up.]

... What is that thing? [gesturing at the automaton]

[filial_guardian]

[Walter glances at the automaton, then over at Leon. It's not like telling him what it is will ruin things ... somehow. Whatever. He's already let Leon see the Whisper Crystal, so...]

An automaton, or a sentinel if you want to use the Orerines word. It's an ancient weapon in my world. [He pauses.] They're usually not this small, though.

[fates_ironic]

A weapon? [Staring at it. What. That thing doesn't really look strong or intimidating enough to be a weapon.] ... I suppose it would be more formidable if it were larger.

[filial_guardian]

It's usually larger than the average man. I guess it isn't very dangerous-looking at its current size. [He slowly leans over, poking the floating automaton.]