More testrunning

[a_linear_mind]

[1] [The Usual Combat Prompt]

[Explosions ring through the air as a city is attacked by some strange crystalline beings. In the middle of all of it you see a very weird looking slightly angelic robot fighting against the beings. However, whoever the pilot is - he seems to be a complete amateur.  As the entire machine is wrecked. Very large sections of it are missing and the only weapon it has left is a dinky-looking sword. And he's not using it very well. In fact he struggles against even a single one of these crystal beasts.]

Great, how could this get any worse?

[What he doesn't notice is the much larger group that's about to jump him from behind.]

[2]



[You've just helped Willis with something completely trivial that he really shouldn't have needed help with. Despite that, he's already grasping both of your hands and bowing to you repeatedly.]

Thank you thank you thank you. I don't know where I'd be right now without your help.

[3]



[For one reason or another Willis is trying to cheer you up in the only way he knows how. By bringing up how terrible he is.]

Hey come on now, don't let it get you down. You just made a mistake. I've made way more, like the time I crashed into my Boss'  personal garden with a mech.

[4]



[Something very bad has just happened and Willis was directly involved. When you find him, he's looking at what seems to be a very old photo. Of course, your presence doesn't go unnoticed.]

Yo, sorry you had to see...that.

Comments

[dashvectoring]

...!?

[She just goes quiet after hearing the T word. Uh oh.]

[a_linear_mind]

[Uh oh? Nothing seems wrong here.]

Well, I'm glad we cleared that up quickly!

[dashvectoring]

Don't tell me...

[Well, this surprises her too. But in the end, her transfer here was completed, and they should have all her information in store...]

Just when I thought I'd make an exception in your case...

You know my real age, don't you?

[And she looks like she's on the verge of tears. Tears of joy, that is.]

[a_linear_mind]

Uhhhh you look like you should be in middle school. Soooo 13 or 14 maybe?

1/2

[dashvectoring]

[And, of course, she gets shot down, just like that.]

Thir...teen...!?

[Looking young may be a blessing for most women her age, but definitely not for her...]

2/2

[dashvectoring]

I'm twenty years old! Two-zero!

I'm in my prime! At the top of my game!

[This reaction isn't quite helping with her case, though.]

[a_linear_mind]

T-twenty!? You're twenty years old!?

[Cue complete shock and awe]

But you look like...oh....ooooooooohhhhhhhhh.

[dashvectoring]

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh" my ass!


[Sigh.] I thought it'd be different this time too...

[a_linear_mind]

Cut me some slack, you honestly don't look like it.

[Don't mind Willis, he's just digging that hole deeper.]

Twenty year-olds come in all shapes and sizes these days.

[dashvectoring]

What, you trying to pick a fight now?! I know I don't look like it!

And people tell me adults don't play games as often, even though it's part of my job...but that's a different problem!

[a_linear_mind]

No! Just...making an observation!

[dashvectoring]

Hmph. I bet you were thinking: 'What a sad looking little girl, I should cheer her up!' too. What nonsense.

[Pause.]

Well, it'd be worse if she were here, so whatever...

[With that, Maria turns around and walks away. But hey, at least she isn't looking down anymore, if that's any improvement...]

[a_linear_mind]

How did you kno-

[Before he could continue she scurries off.]

Hmmm...I think I need to work on cheering people up...