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[prettydieyoung]

Why look, the sixteenth century Japanese trap known as Mori Ranmaru is back, after hiding under a rock for a few hours until an April Fools LOL wore off. He's looking to be in a significantly better mood today, with some new clothes that are pretty much the same as his old stuff, minus the giant bloodstain on the front

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48 foot of black metal pauses in the act of stepping over him to look down, then decides to back up a step and reply.

"I destroy things."

[prettydieyoung]

Blink. Another blink. Aaaaaaand one more for good measure. It's... a giant metal thing. And it's talking.

"Um, okay?" Destroying things isn't exactly what Ranmaru considers socially acceptable, but to each their own. Besides, he's just trying to fight the urge to go hide under something so he doesn't get stepped on, here.

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Another time she would have been amused by the little organic's reaction, but right now she just glowers down at him wearily and rubs the back of the tiny chibi scorpion bot hidden in her hand. "You know about the AV feild, right?"

[prettydieyoung]

Nope, no one told him.

"I, um... the what?"

[random_xtras]

"The thing that keeps me from slagging anybody."

[prettydieyoung]

Onoes! Slang! Something Ran hasn't really gotten used to yet. But from context clues, he figures out what she's saying.

"No, no one's mentioned anything like that."

[random_xtras]

"Well it's all around here, so long as you don't attack anybody." She looks at Scorponok, who is sound asleep, then closes her hand around him and lets the other hand fall to her side.

[prettydieyoung]

"Oh. Thank you for telling me." Not that he has any interest in attacking anyone, but it's a good thing to know.

[random_xtras]

She rumbles absently, her attention already going to the sign as she continues on her way.