You had all the prayers of my loose heart

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Characters: The Disciple and you! And you, and you, and you.
Location: The plaza
Time: Sometime in the morning
Style: Action
Status: Open!

[ Awakening in new places was nothing new to the Disciple, as she had spent the last sweep moving from cavern to cavern, copying and recopying from memory the only things that gave her life any meaning. As soon

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[He had always known this would happen. Suspected it.]

[After all, there are already so many others here to remind him of his failures, of the mistakes he made... Even the Signless himself. Why not her? Why not the one person in all his life that he had hesitated on? Had tried to be kind to despite the fact that it had been far, far too late for that?]

[Seeing that green text, the names given, makes Darkleer feel suddenly sick and uncharacteristically weak. In a flash, he's slipping out from the hive he shares with Gamzee and Equius, striding towards the direction of the elevator. This city has finally become far too much for him, he needs to escape, never come back down, live out as an expatriate should and he doesn't even have to

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[ The black text is unfamiliar to the Disciple, who regards the message sent to her with curiosity. Still, she is both surprised and heartened by just how helpful the residents of this "Vatheon" seem to be.

Had she known of the sender's identity, however, her reaction would probably have differed greatly. Unaware of said sender's close proximity to her, the Disciple's expression turns curious as she responds. ]

I am willing to hear any explanation that you'd be willing to purrvide. I know nothing of this place aside from its name.
Any infurmation you can give me will be assistance enough!

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[Another pause as he struggles with himself before replying.]

I would be able to give you something else that would assist you with your quest
If you wanted it
Something to show you the way
I mean this in a literal fashion.

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Whatefur do you mean?
Like a map of some sort?

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Something similar.

[And then silence. But a few minutes later, and the Disciple may notice a small metal ball rolling her way. When it reaches her feet, it uncurls- a robotic armadillo sort of creature, red eyes dimly glowing. In its mouth is a folded up pamphlet of the city.]

It can follow basic commands, so if you need any other assistance, it will do its best to provide.

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[ She blinks as she watches the creature unfurl, kneeling down to lightly take the pamphlet from its mouth-- but not before giving it a light pat on the head first. Robotic as it is, she figures she should show some form of appreciation! Looking up around her, she doesn't see anyone else in the courtyard, but she smiles just the same. ]

Thank you!
Are these creatures common here?

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...No.
As far as I know, the native inhabitants of this city do not have any inclination towards robotics.
That was made by
myself.

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Oh!
How wonderful! You have my utmost grrrattitude fur your kindness.
You have quite a skill! Might I ask your name?

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You may call me CT if you feel the urge to.
I apologize for not coming to greet you myself.

I believe you are already aware that there are friends of yours in this city.
They will no doubt help you more than I could.

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A purrleasure to meet you, CT!
That's purrfectly alright, I'm sure you have more important matters to attend to.

Yes! And I am glad fur it!
I would be willing to count you among their numbers fur the kindness you have shown, though.

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...I believe it would be for the better if we never met, Disciple of the Signless.

You have a life here. Enjoy it.

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Ah, furgive my forwardness, then.
I did not intend to make assumptions and force you into furiendship...

Though, I am not entirely sure what you are getting at.
I do sense that I have a life here, a happy one, but...
You make it sound as if my better acquainting myself with you would be detrimental to said life.

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That sounds more or less correct.
I am not a good person to be around.

You

You have good friends here.
Stick with them.
You will be much happier with them, Disciple.

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Purrhaps it is not my place to say, fur I don't know you very well at all, but...
I beg to diffur, CT.
There is good in efurryone, and you have more than proven your goodness in assisting me and even speaking to me in the way that you have.

If you truly have no interest in furiendship, I can respect that.
But purrlease do not fur an instant believe that you are not a good person to be around, fur I have found our brief meeting to be enjoyable.
I appurreciate what you have done for me.

/not-son-jack!, filtered from the Disciple

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius watched that whole little conversation between the two of them with great interest. He doesn't know quite what kind of robot Darkleer sent the newcomer, or who exactly she is, but... this gives him a warm feeling in his stomach all the same.]

D--> You know
D--> I used to be moirails with a troll who typed in green and used cat puns

filtered from everyone else ever

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[With the robot delivered and the Disciple in safe hands, Darkleer lets out a heavy breath and begins to move away. He needs to get back to the hive and just... bury himself in work once again. But then his SFC flickers with a new message, and he glances down at it...]

[...What strange games fate plays. Darkleer somehow musters it up in him to respond.]

D --> Really.
D --> I am not sure how to feel about that