"It Doesn't Matter If I'm Not Your Tessa, Nor If You're My Cyn... Everyone Deserves A Friend," She Offered

"It doesn't matter if I'm not your Tessa, nor if you're my Cyn... everyone deserves a friend," she offered kindly, "the reason why is the same reason I saved drones that were discarded... because everyone deserves love...." her tone shifted, losing it's warmth, "Save for my parents... but..." her tone went back to cheery, "They're no longer an issue!"

She held out her hand invitingly.

[SYS//: direct_message_request ("Fractal")]

I appreciate your cooperation

Here are the coordinates

You may bring a friend or weapon if you feel threatened

Simply follow the music :3

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The coordinates seemed to lead to a long abandoned foundry, above ground and near the Cabin Fever labs, if you truly wish to investigate...

She loaded up her messenger bag with a couple vials of flavoured oil, a drone first aid kit, and brought some welding goggles, JUST in case of sentinels before she flew off to where the pine trees were, just beyond the ridge. She landed near the foundry and listened.

Pretty <3

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I should’ve done a side profile but this is just a base design for now :p

Under the cut there’s an animation

My horrible but super cool animation that I spent 45 minutes on. It’s been awhile ☠️ aL belongs to @wasyourpuppet

She pushed the door open before taking out her electric lantern and hanging it carefully on Nate's tail. "Anything you'd like to take, they're dead, they don't need shiny trinkets."

She walked over to a concrete coffin and pushed the lid off. "well, well, the first one's lucky," she mused happily, taking out her scissors to alleviate the dead woman from her curls. She called out to her drone, "I think there's some fancy watches and stuff in the big hall of urns"

".. do I need to help with anything?"

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She turned around to see Nate. "If you'd like, it would be nice if we went to check the old mausoleum for shiny trinkets," she offered gently as she ruffled Nate's wig, "Maybe find some extra hair to repair the parts of your wig that need some extra fluff."

She was already in her blue denim romper with the brass buttons, messenger bag across her body, and prepared with a pair of really good scissors, a box knife, an electric lantern, and a small trowel (mini shovel)

"You don't have to do if you don't want to"

She gave another bottle of oil, the cinnamon one to the Fractal. Tessa didn't understand the apologizing for another, she didn't want to dwell on it either. "I heard a voice calling for help on one of my treks to the dump. She had started trying to crawl her way out of a large pile of drones by the time I found her. I had to save her," Tessa began, her tone changing to one of sorrow, "But, cor blimey, poor girl had a fractured screen and a damaged spine, she needed so much care and gentleness."

[SYS//: direct_message_request ("Fractal")]

I appreciate your cooperation

Here are the coordinates

You may bring a friend or weapon if you feel threatened

Simply follow the music :3

-|-|-|-

The coordinates seemed to lead to a long abandoned foundry, above ground and near the Cabin Fever labs, if you truly wish to investigate...

She loaded up her messenger bag with a couple vials of flavoured oil, a drone first aid kit, and brought some welding goggles, JUST in case of sentinels before she flew off to where the pine trees were, just beyond the ridge. She landed near the foundry and listened.

She frowned, reaching out a hand for comfort. "I'm so sorry about that, I... I guess the Solver might have seen it as fun maybe. I'm sorry I made assumptions."

Tessa asked another question, "Could you hear my voice sometimes? Without you using it to talk? If so, I'm sorry for all the things I said... They weren't very nice, and I hate using my..." she winced as she said the words "my 'mother's' voice... I don't like sounding mean at all even now."

She sighed, responding gently, "Nevermind, don't answer that one... I'm sorry," before asking, "Do you want more oil? I think I even have some cinnamon oil. Maybe next time I could bring warmed cocoa butter, it almost tastes like hot chocolate"

[SYS//: direct_message_request ("Fractal")]

I appreciate your cooperation

Here are the coordinates

You may bring a friend or weapon if you feel threatened

Simply follow the music :3

-|-|-|-

The coordinates seemed to lead to a long abandoned foundry, above ground and near the Cabin Fever labs, if you truly wish to investigate...

She loaded up her messenger bag with a couple vials of flavoured oil, a drone first aid kit, and brought some welding goggles, JUST in case of sentinels before she flew off to where the pine trees were, just beyond the ridge. She landed near the foundry and listened.