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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2022 5:40 pm
At some point, Sparta walked away. Yes, he was on this weird planet called Astraya, with sentient robots and a whole bunch of powereds that, as usual, seemed at each others throats. Yes, it was very probable that the robots had summoned them here for nefarious things - or the world, for that matter. He should be on guard, he should be following Lourdes to make sure she didn't try to murder the Velencians.
He should be doing a lot of things.
Instead, Sparta found a nice outcropping of rock and sat. His helmet sat next to him on the rock. His knuckles looked bloody and bruised, and one of the ruined columns had further fallen over.
The jealous had come out of now where, raw and angry. Negative emotions just... weren't a thing Sparta usually dealt with. He kept upbeat, he let the bad roll off. Had a bad day? He just shrugged and tried to make tomorrow better. Got bad news? He processed just enough to deal with whatever needed to be dealt with, then ignored the rest. He wasn't the type who sweat that stuff.
Like any content under pressure though, something had to give eventually. Apparently this was it.
Stars it was so stupid too! He was getting jealous over people sticking together for safety! When he could. Simply. Stick. With. A. Group. But no, here he was, sitting on rock, staring at the glittering cosmos in the sky, wondering what the hell was even the point of being a knight was anymore. Maybe if he went to his wonder, went to Mars and tried to figure what he was about, maybe that would help. Not that he could do that now.
"Ugh what even is the pooooooooiiiinnnnntttttt...." he groaned, laying back on the rubble. "Why am I even here, ugh, I should be in bed with Ezra..."
Sparta closed his eyes and sighed. Why did s**t like this keep happening...
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2022 9:26 pm
Out of one of the alley ways trundled a rather large, rust colored robot shaped something vaguely like a crab. Hard plating over the top of it was warped and pitted, and as it moved, small limbs at the front picked up rocks, placed them into a compartment at the front of it, and then took them out again. It's six legs made it fairly nimble over the crumbling ruins, save for every sixth step, which hitched a bit, the joint damaged enough to keep it from operating smoothly.
Hearing a voice where it had not expected to, the robot paused, seeming to think. When it moved again, it circled around the man sitting on the stones, picking up rubble as it went and moving it out of it's path.
"You are not at the party." It intoned in a hollow voice from some hidden speaker, the sound metallic and reverberant. "Why? All other organics have gone."
It did not show emotion well, if it had any, but it did not approach to closely to the man, skirting carefully outside of his reach. It did not need to turn to keep an eye on him, a series of small lenses just under the edge of its plating giving it a 360 view.
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