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𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 #𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ➪ 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 ➪ 𝙰𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎(28) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚞𝚗(25) ➪ 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠(𝙻𝚎𝚠𝚍) 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 ➪ 𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚊𝚌𝚌 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍. ➪ 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜!!
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An independent portrayal of 𝗘𝗩𝗘 from the 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗥 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗘 series. multiverse and crossover friendly. seeking mains, serious and crack roleplay. He/Him. 🧡⠀⠀
She stands before it and inserts a few materials.

“𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢?"

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚇𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑."
➪ Something like what she had on would be too much for a human surely? She didn't know. It grazed along her thigh and past. Her eyes flicker from hands up to hers. Tentative to not overwhelm her.

➪ They run their scan over torso and all. Eventually pulling back and heading to a small workbench.
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➪ At least she can say as such but what came next would be a surprise to say the least. Hands locked around one ankle. The gentle graze and tingle of her gloved hands begin to scan her.

➪ Her core making a data bank to give the most eased clothing.
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"𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙸𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜."

➪ For the time being it was about her. Getting her more covered in a appropriate way rather than leaving her in such a way. She knelt before her at the bedside.

➪ She can be comfortable with it surely.
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"...I might not pull off what you have as well as you can though." She snickered, "But I'm confident enough to try."

Yeah, just keep it light and relaxed. So far, nothing was coming after them and if she could just get something to eat, even just a sliver of something, she can heal much better.
➪ Unsure of her next step, she danced on her toes. A small spin for all forms to be made known. Running fingers through silken hair.

“𝙸𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎."

➪ A timid laugh followed.
➪ Unlike her chuckle, she was serious. Though she did give an eased smile, understanding that giving up such private information probably was.. embarrassing. She’d react outwardly to it as well if asked.

“𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢? 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚇𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎."
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➪ Thankfully this time with the stretch out of her wings. It caused no negative reaction from Eve. Only assuming this was another piece to herself. Her eyes scanned over them as they wrapped along her body.

“𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕.. 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝.."

"𝙸𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜."
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The crow chuckled, half-joking as she finally looked at Eve again and— Gods above.

She's unreal. She's...definitely like an angel but...

"...you...really are very pretty."

Hoo, boy, wait, she has other wives to worry about. Yingzi and Jiaying will have her head... Maybe.
“𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝?"

➪ Her arms crossed softly, back to Yingzi while awaiting the drones reply.

➪ The mechanic drone beeps and chirps in reply before ascending and headed in the direction of the tower.

“𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎.."
➪ She cleared her throat. The actual mechanic drone bursting through a heap of scrap as if trying to breath.

“𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍. 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛?"

"ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ."

➪ Even sighed with a gentle sign of frustration.
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➪ Though for the moment, as her silken smooth hair began to settle. The unfamiliar warmth of her hands began to melt past the thin layer of latex-ess clothing. That’s when she reacted, a quick bounce and rebound to her feet.

“𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗!.."
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➪ Her eyes widened with the realization. She looked as if she was going on a ride for a moment. A bashful smile and glance of her own.

“𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔.. 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

“Under you both! Will you get off my chassis please!?”

➪ The drone would chime in, squirming under her foot melded with the ground beneath them.
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➪Even the catch was weighted more so than the average individual. It’s good Yingzi has the capacity to catch such a being. Her arms would shoot back in the split second they’d hit the floor.

➪ Having prepared to attempt to roll in the air only to find herself on the ground.
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ㅤㅤ•° she gave a sheepish smile, before looking around.

ㅤㅤ“ ... Where's your friend.ᐣ”
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➪ Wisteria is set upon a camper stretcher bed. Folded out and rising above the ground to keep critters off ones self. It was a serene spot.

➪ A gentle piece of solitude in a harsh environment.
➪ Breaking along a rock and jagged corner. The gentlest of tones begins to play, a old-fashioned music player began humming a solemn tune. A few feet overhead, an advanced canopy extends.

➪ The scent of fresh food soaking in a broth. A few other peculiar items to be named at question.
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"𝙸𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠."

➪ The concept of wives didn't really ring any reaction out of her. Only speaking of the latter.

"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛.. 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?"

➪ Perhaps a bit of a rude way to put it but she wanted to make sense of it.
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“𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕."

➪ At this point it didn't even seem as though taking her to the camp was needed but she carried on anyways.

“𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎."
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"And the memories triggered. I really am sorry for scaring you."

She winced, looking at herself briefly— Cuts, bruises, some deep wounds that were knitting her skin up again but it was too slow.

"I'm going to get berated by my wives. I really need to get myself together, it's embarassing."
➪ The cubed scrap wiggling and threatening to come free at any moment.

“𝙸𝚖-! 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜!!.."

➪ She yelped out, a portion of her face pinned to the magnet.
➪ A resounding thud followed. Eve pinned to the core of the powerful magnet. Despite the overwhelming force of it, she grabbed at her blade. Deflecting a few shards of shrapnel that shot up her way.

➪ The arm eventually pinned long with the blade.
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➪ Seeing the control board slowly glow above her with a purple hue. She quickly realized. She needed to move.

“𝙰𝚑! 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝! 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗-!"

➪ It started with a soft levitation. Feet kicking just above. Then she spun up to the air with a flick and was sucked up by the magnet.
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➪ Her ‘magic’ seemed so special. Unique. One of a kind. With how easy it seemed to make things, she wondered how she'd become lost in this world? Perhaps she needed a massive amount of her magic to return to what was her world?

➪ She watched as she ascended the crane.
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ㅤㅤ•° her hands were placed on the controls, and she began moving the thing's arm right above where the drone is. The crane creaked and made worrying sounds, but she has confidence in her magic keeping it stable for at least now.
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➪ Best to be cautious. The smile melted down and she’d continued her silent stride to the campsite.
"𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎 𝟶𝟽. 𝙾𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙴𝚟𝚎."

➪ Still, her mind set on getting the two back to the camp. And being ready to switch to attack mode at a moments notice. She didn’t present hostilities but even a whimpering animal can still bite.
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“𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝."

➪ She embarrassingly chuckled into the air whilst keeping her close, one things for certain. How was she remaining awake.. probably for the best she does though.

“𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕. 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙."
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Nowadays, her mind is a muddled mess and it even grew worse when she got flung here with Yingzi and Elis...

...she hoped that she didn't hurt them.
➪ Though staring at the trash piles that were stacked above it. It would take some time to move all of it.

“𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜? 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.."
"Foreign object detected.”

“Requesting immediate response.”

➪The repair drone nipped at the air in front of it with its welder attachment hand. The pleas almost becoming faster as time went on.
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