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“Sounds good. What are we looking for again?” I forget things a lot, strangely. Uber brain must’ve lost something. “I love to fly anyway, so yeah.”
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“Okay then. These wings are pretty special, so you can do lots with ’em. Flying is the obvious thing. But they go faster than a star-ship in low orbit. So yeah. Let’s fly.”
Have I mentioned I love to fly? Flying around makes me feels free from my problems, free from the world below.
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“Uh, sure.” Damn, I hate these implants. Make my brain uber uber. Which sucks when you don’t want to know what’s going through another person’s head.
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“What do you mean? I’m just here. Let’s see… Portable Alchemizer…. check. Grist cache, check. Wing reciepe, check. Regenerator compound, check. Okay, time to make 3 sets of these.”
I set the materials on front of me and combinify ’em together. Whadda ya know, three regenerating wing sets appear. “You want one, Ares?” I say.
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“I’m called July, how are you?” I stick out a hand to shake, waiting.
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“Oh, I get called July a lot. Real creative, I know, but I digress.” Digress? what the hell is wrong with you, Narrator? Whatever. “Who’s the new chick?” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder towards Ares.
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I turn, with my sword of doom still in my chest. “What’s up? Did I miss anything?” I love acting like nothing is wrong at all.
Heh. This should be good.
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I raise an eyebrow. “Where do you think I have to put this? In a scabbard? Nope, this thing’s too sharp for a scabbard. THIS is where I have to put it.” I then insert the sword into my chest, avoiding my heart and lungs. “Tingles for a bit, then I’m good.”
Heh. I always get a kick outta this.
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ugh. My brain hurts, and for more reasons than one. First, did I just get launched from an interdimensional cannon? Second, how do I somehow keep getting ignored ’round here? Whatever.
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Hey. Just made my first weapon here. I call it the “Flimsy One”. The sword looks shitty to anyone who isn’t holding it, then the sword is pretty badass. This thing can slice practically anything. Took extra grist to pull this thing outta the Homestuck dimension, but whatevs. Time to check out the action. -
Well seeing as I made the simplest of characters, unfortunately a troll, it may be eradicated fairly quickly.
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“To go back to DC, I gotta pull you into my head again, and you won’t stay sane in my head long enough to find it, if it is in there. That is, if you go alone.” Day nods in Raven’s direction. “You may want companions this time. You got real lucky last time. I was in myself, so I could get us out. I’m not going back in there for the life of me, bro. Nevers.” Wow, way to make me talk, Guy.
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“I know you guys love those whachamathings, but they may not be needed. I have all the firepower you will ever need, Pokémon-wise.” As Day reaches for his prize Quilava, he realizes with horror the purpose of the device he had earlier. “OH… great.” Day mutters.
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I would ask why the fan-troll guide is so complicated, but knowing Homestuck, I won’t.
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Let there be much hilarity and made up words. Such as Crazanity.
Name: Mormo Gakara
Everything else: The joker of jokers, the one and only, Mormo!!!! Mormo has the ability to regenerate so long as his brain is intact. Also, he is a teeny tad INSANE. Beware the Dark carnival, bro.Age: ‘Round 7 sweeps-ish
Preferred Weapon: Comedy, but a sword will do in a pinch.Welcome to the Amazing world of ———
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“INCOMING!!!!!” Day yells as he crashes through the roof, followed by a Snorlax, which promptly lands on Day.
“Help…. please….” Day says.