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Operator ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴇʀ Legendary Tenno Long Range Professional Painter. OC- #WarframeRP #MVRP -18+ Dark Themes
MDNI / Lewd/Nonlewd on TL
Joined January 2025
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But he kept this to himself. "Do I need change?" He asked, skeptical.
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What she didn't know, nor was he going to boast about, was that he had been of, if not the most legendary marksman before and during the Old War. A hunter of the greatest prey one could hunt. Other Warframes. It was his Cyte-09 prime which had started the batch.
We need to change the kid. (She smirks.)
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Jorrah suppressed a grin. "I dabble. Here and there."
mmm... do you- no warframe. know how to shoot.
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His eyes narrowed at this. "Don't tap the glass, the fish don't like it."
( She'll flick his forehead. ) Berry.
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"Alright then. Rules on augmentations, warframes and armaments?"
Wouksbt have offered kid if I didn't. ( She laughed. )
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"Oh, you don't want that."
Shooting silly. We should have a snip match some time.
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Jorrah blinked in surprise again. Okay, so she hadn't read his service record. "Shooting or fabricating them?" He asked, weary of a potential buyer on either front.
.... How good are you with guns kid? ( She asked as she leaved forward into her arm a bit. )
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"Ichigoorberry. Got it."
..... ( She stares before ggigling. ) Ichigo. or Berry. not Ichigoberry.
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Savoring turned to frantically chewing as he struggled to respond. "You're telling me. Somehow, I'm supposed to be the younger, based on what the others have going on. Don't think I got the exact same stick though."
( She nods, a small smile on her face. ) And some of us are other versions of ourselves. ( She said as she stared out into space. ) Space is cool like that.
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Jorrah. Nice to be acquainted, Ichigo-Berry.
@TennoFirestorm You know-with everything that happen at ones. We never got to exchange names. You can call me Ichigo or Berry.
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"Right. Some of us are Martian." He said, recalling where he'd heard the word "Japanese." Ah, old earth empire, pre-plague year days. He dropped one of the sweets on his tongue and chewed, trying to place a texture. This definitely surpassed the snickers bar.
Right. Not all of you are Japanese. ( She smiled as she rest her arm on her knee. ) I made a bunch of sweets for Roathe. He seem to like them.
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"But thank you all the same." He finished, replacing the lens in his pouch before picking a confection at random to try. This was a man who's most exotic candy had, until recently, been a snickers bar from the plague year.
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Kid? Who- Jorrah missed his youth. A blink as he attempted to comprehend what he was hearing. "I have no idea what these are." He finally replied, astonished at both his own lack of knowledge and the skill that it took to say the names. His tongue could never.
( She held up her hand. ) Keep it kid. It's a gift. ( She chuckled as she looked away from him. Her hair moving gently with her. Leaning back over to point at each one. ) You have Taiyaki here , Uirō here, Hanabiramochi here , Daifuku here, and some Dango there!
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If he needed to play at being a monster hunter, he wanted an idea of the thing's physiology BEFORE having to engage.
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Though keeping to the shadows seemed like the best idea at the moment. A step forward into the rift allowed him breathing room as he left the shadows to observe the beast.
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Oh, joy, came the thought as he watched the beast overhead, blade readied in hand as he searched the void for- ah, yes. At least he was armed, though then again much like a starship, there was no such thing as an unarmed Tenno.
The sound of the powerful flapping of wings continued to cut through the otherwise serene silence of the forest. The creature looked to be an enormous white dragon that continued to fly as if it were searching.
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"Yeah. They tend to clean themselves." He finished the previous thought as he mulled over the wood. Having lived most of his life aboard starships, the smell of wood smoke was appealing to him. It meant that he wasn't liable to explosive decompression.
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"Absolutely not." He said as he stifled a chuckle through the statement. "No, my time's ovens tend to clean themselves. I'm just-" he started, then stopped. That wasn't something she'd need to know. She'd probably call him a witch and, at the very least, be shaken at the idea.
Marie was too busy checking out the perfectly clean over, quickly grabbing some firewood and placing it under the oven for later. "Is zis how all ovens are cleaned in dis time?"
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