//will probably try to write more random stuff for WG later today. Dunno yet.

//bnny...

//dog of which is hot.

//mhmmm... taco's....

Bitting cold was also strange least to him, the snow and ash. Due to rising temperatures on earth, most of it had been reduced down to mostly deserts.

But all in all… at the end of the day, the Lynx enjoyed himself. Able to exist, to fight, to eventually go home.

While Earth had been subjected to extreme radiation, via the overabundance of the NEXT’s and their Kojima particles, the one found on Rubicon.

- The Miraculous substance -

Coral. Either being abused as a form of narcotic, or burnt to act as an energy source for AC’s.

[C]

Life out there- on the planet known as Rubicon 3. Was different yet familiar.

To a Raven, who spent most of their days fighting, it was a planet that very much brought him back to the older days. Back before Armored Core NEXT’s became the mainstream.

But also so much vastly different

[C]

//she fucked a cat. It’s as shrimple as that.

Like I’m not joking, that bitch, saw a cat and was like “yeah I’d hit that” then did.

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// perfect.

ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ˢʸˢᵗᵉᵐ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ⁱˢ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵃᵇˡᵉ

// better have been kicking major ass fr fr.

Probably should start up interactions with the system again. They were always an enjoyable time.

//A-Team vampire arc...

//meh. generally finished. Might try and do more stuff later, maybe, perchance, 🔥

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#MVRP
#MechaRP
#SRWRP
#OCRP
#NSFW

Might do more later

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//flip coming soon:tm:

//Ay. Just kinda sad to see that the verse just straight up doesn't really exist. Would've figured that some more accounts would've shown up in that timeframe.

Good to see you again though friend.

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//Christ two years and there have been like zero Mecha accounts made the fuck? Guess he might really need to be made now...

//hm.... It would go hard...

//probably would make this account into White Glint. Maybe. Perchance. 🔥.

//hm. Maybe I should do something here again?

She asked, taking a step back, weary about whatever it was she was actually talking too, as she didn’t really trust anything that was… inhuman. Not after the pulverizer’s… the internecine.

“Though I hope you weren’t looking to get off of here, ain’t no way to get out of here from down here”

The way the other spoke… was strange at best, worrying to the Raven at worst, they spoke as if… they weren’t even a human being. Like one of the movies they made down in Layered.

“Certainly is a lot to take in, humans fighting on another planet… over /your/ kind? The hell does that mean?”

[C]

Along with a large energy signature coming from its back… some sort of weapon.

[“Rubicon? The hell is that? And I know this place is our home, but I thought we never made it out to the stars?”]

The machine then began to lower its MG, before it began to move closer and closer to Ayre’s Machine.

The AC was painted Blue and Purple, it was certainly a fair bit less advanced than whatever the other machine was, though it moved in an… almost human way-

She slowly counted down the seconds in her head, when the other finally spoke, it was more human that anything the internecine could ever produce. An audible sigh then came through the speaker.

[“Good… you aren’t some kind of pulverizer, thought I’d have to do something drastic there for a second”-

[“20 seconds.”]

That was all the pilot said, seemingly a countdown for… something. The sky blue AC, it’s purple visor, seemingly grew brighter in color, matching its pilots determination.

[“Speak.”]