07-17-2020, 11:05 PM
CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
Clony was blessed with not one, but three people arriving to the scene of their current predicament. Their talons and body had slowly moved to rest on top of one of their metronomes, pearly eyes narrowing. The first was the red clad one, earning a small twitch of their tail. Marr was offering aid, something that they knew for sure that no other person clad in the colors of red had ever offered to them. It was nice, it filled the bat with a generous notion that the color being gifted a second chance was now paying out the dividends. Another twitch of their fluffy tail, trying to think of what exactly could be done for help. They could feel their insides curl up at the notion of someone else touching the metronomes. What if they broke them, even if by accident? They didn't want to have to search for the tools to rebuild the metronomes, a foreign technology that they likely would have to repair before even beginning the far more important walker mech work. Did Marr know of walker mechs? They'd have to ask, their assumption of the color red being technologically advanced seeded too deep within their mind to outright object against.
Thankfully, a solution came in the form of Rin. As smart as Clony deemed themselves to be, their one true solution to a problem was throwing themselves repeatedly at the issue until it went away normally, or crumpled beneath sheer numbers. There was only one Clony in Elysium, and so sadly the latter option (and likely the former) were both out of the question. Door holding, why hadn't they thought of that? A wing raised to rub their chin, eyes watching as the other used her powers to turn the metronome over. They were familiar with moving things around without touching them. If anything, that level of control was quite admirable. "Oh. Yea! Someone could hold the door open! That'd make taking them inside so much easier. I was kinda thinking about building a reverse slide in one of the windows but this'll be, like, forty times easier," they chatter, hopping off the metronome to continue hopping around it a few times. Their attention was snared with the task at hand, tunnel vision being a great adversary. Thankfully they weren't alone in this endeavor - great clanmates were here to help and for that they certainly were grateful.
Then was Aurum. The angelic lion strolled over, earning Clony's attention and a swift turn of their head. It was a different level of concern than the one that they held for Marr. That was simply on the basis of how many of themself had died by the bleeding red hues of death and mechanical destruction. This concern was simply over how large the feline was in comparison to the other three present. A sharp click rises from the bat, their feathers briefly bristling before settling. Getting worked up over someone touching the metronomes would not help the moving in process. They were certain that Aurum knew how to control the strength that bustled beneath the form most lions possessed. "Hm. Maybe me and Marr and Aurum can carry them, and Rin can hold the door? Or I could make something real quick to hold the door open. This place has a table, do you know how long it's been since I've had a table? I'd put the metronomes on the table but then they might fall off, so I put them in the big room place instead. Which also has a table. Tables are for blueprints, not metronomes, anyways," they chatter while snagging one of their metronomes from the sprawled out, makeshift pile, to flutter inside their already furiously ticking home.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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