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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE HANDYWOMAN
They've got the charisma of an old shoebox, I'll tell you that. But there's a real humanity there they try to hide.
..well... WX doesn't really like humans, so they try and act all casual about it. Say that it's because I'm a useful minion 'n all.

But they gave me a nickname that ain't an insult, and that's the cornerstone of friendship.
They. But, ah... they're a unique model. WX-78, a Voxola. Won't tell me anythin' more. I assume the bossman himself made them.
Weird. Maybe it's 'cuz my other robot friend doesn't like the rain either? Makes 'em short circuit.

Besides, being soggy ain't pleasant for anyone.
Of course! Why wouldn't I be?
Do you need an umbrella?
Oh. Well, it ain't anymore?
The rain ain't so bad. At least it ain't thunderin', yeah?
Don't you work indoors?
..dude, one of my friends is an alien plant. I don't care.
You're an alien?

( Whoops. )

..that explains a decent amount. You okay?
Hm? Who's gonna ask what?
( It ends in her pulling him up with his legs still limp. The second she lets go, back to the ground. )

Hoo boy, you weren't kidding.
Rayman takes the stranger's hand and pulls, but it's like his legs won't even start up. He grunts and pants as he tries to figure out how to use his body. No dice.]

Oh, this is bad...
Alright. Here, let me help.

( She stands, holding a hand out. )
Alright. Here, let me help.

( She stands, holding a hand out. )
Inhale... Exhale. Inhale... Exhale. In... Out. In... Out.

"O-Okay..." Gasp. "Umm... It's not really painful anymore... B-But I still can't get up."
Nah, you're good. Anyone would be freakin' out. Deep breaths.
Nah, you're good. Anyone would be freakin' out. Deep breaths.
"I-It's okay..." Deep breaths, Rayman. "Sorry. I-I'm kind of freaking out."
Ah, sorry. Just tryin'a figure out what the issue is.
Ah, sorry. Just tryin'a figure out what the issue is.
"A-Ah!" Rayman tenses, feeling a tickling sensation across nerves that don't belong inside of him. "D-Don't do that! Geez!"
Your neck?

( She takes that as an excuse to start manhandling him, looking at his neck to make sure it's alright. )
Your neck?

( She takes that as an excuse to start manhandling him, looking at his neck to make sure it's alright. )
"U-Uh..." Stammer... He knows what it is, but he also knows she won't accept that answer as anything less than insanity, so... "M-Maybe...! My neck is...! Oh God, my neck." He bites his lip to keep himself from spilling the beans. He has a *neck*.
( She watches as he clearly moves his right arm. )

..seems like everything's alright? You sure you didn't bang your head on the fall, and that's why?
( She watches as he clearly moves his right arm. )

..seems like everything's alright? You sure you didn't bang your head on the fall, and that's why?
"My limbs?" He can't tell a stranger that he's never had limbs before now! Rayman touches the arm connecting his left hand to his chest. It's extremely weird to feel heat where it doesn't belong, but that's definitely a sensation of touch. "I-I don't think so," he answers.
..huh. Are they numb at all?
..huh. Are they numb at all?
"N-Not really..." Deeeep breaths. In... Out. "I mean, I fell, so THAT hurts, but I didn't break anything..."
Okay, deep breaths, bud. In, out.

( With a staggering strength, she drags him back to the trunk of the tree, sitting him up. )

Does anything hurt?
Okay, deep breaths, bud. In, out.

( With a staggering strength, she drags him back to the trunk of the tree, sitting him up. )

Does anything hurt?
"All of it!" Sputter. "L... Limbs...!" He's hyperventilating, unable to keep himself still.
What? Hold on, you're gonna need to be a bit more specific. What part?
what? no, that was a good holy shit. that's all so elaborate, did you do that?
What? Hold on, you're gonna need to be a bit more specific. What part?
He appreciates it, considering that this is one of the worst possible things that could happen to him. Rayman scrambles to get into a good position, but he has absolutely no idea what he's doing. "I... I can't use my body!"
( It's a shockingly short amount of time between him calling for help, and it actually arriving. )

( The light of her torch makes her obvious before her own form does, quickly rushing to his fallen body before he can even speak. )

Whoa, whoa, what happened?

( Right to business. )
( It's a shockingly short amount of time between him calling for help, and it actually arriving. )

( The light of her torch makes her obvious before her own form does, quickly rushing to his fallen body before he can even speak. )

Whoa, whoa, what happened?

( Right to business. )
⤴️ tries to stand, but is met with an unfamiliar sight. "What am I...?!" Hands lift, dragged down by skin-colored shackles. What happened? What *is* he? What's going on?

"...H... Help! Somebody!"
okay. I'll make fun of you then