Ren Ubuntu (
jianai) wrote in
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Another weird OC for SRWU
[1]
[You're doing something troublesome. Peeling potatoes in the kitchen? Fixing a mecha? Bandaging up wounded before they bleed to death? It makes no difference because suddenly!]
Hello there. My name is Ren Ubuntu. Allow me to lend a hand if you don't mind?
[A weird person appears. Are those horns real? Not waiting for your answer, Ren starts to help with whatever you're doing.]
[2]
[Time for a mecha piloting exercise.]
I'm sorry, I wish I could turn it off. It... gets rather embarassing sometimes, really.
[Ren's training Genoace has a golden halo around its head for some reason. It's like an orthodox icon. If those were mobile suits.]
[3]
Oh my. Really?
So we're doing this now?
[Ren wants to use gender-segregated facilities, like a bathroom or a changing room. Despite the choice words, this weird horned person seems amused rather than annoyed. Then they just turn for the room with a shorter waiting line.]
[4]
[Combat prompt. And it's not doing well.
Someone just suffered from a deadly hit - beam saber to the cockpit, giant beam, this kind of thing. It could be an ally. It could be you. But as it happens, a flash of light momentarily blinds everyone.]
Ahh... ahh... I made it! Just in time.
[The pilot who was to suffer the killing blow is totally unhurt - even if their ride is still damaged. While Ren stands nearby, looking relieved. And also covered in blood, huge gaping wounds covering their body.]
Thank... goodness...
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[You're doing something troublesome. Peeling potatoes in the kitchen? Fixing a mecha? Bandaging up wounded before they bleed to death? It makes no difference because suddenly!]
Hello there. My name is Ren Ubuntu. Allow me to lend a hand if you don't mind?
[A weird person appears. Are those horns real? Not waiting for your answer, Ren starts to help with whatever you're doing.]
[2]
[Time for a mecha piloting exercise.]
I'm sorry, I wish I could turn it off. It... gets rather embarassing sometimes, really.
[Ren's training Genoace has a golden halo around its head for some reason. It's like an orthodox icon. If those were mobile suits.]
[3]
Oh my. Really?
So we're doing this now?
[Ren wants to use gender-segregated facilities, like a bathroom or a changing room. Despite the choice words, this weird horned person seems amused rather than annoyed. Then they just turn for the room with a shorter waiting line.]
[4]
[Combat prompt. And it's not doing well.
Someone just suffered from a deadly hit - beam saber to the cockpit, giant beam, this kind of thing. It could be an ally. It could be you. But as it happens, a flash of light momentarily blinds everyone.]
Ahh... ahh... I made it! Just in time.
[The pilot who was to suffer the killing blow is totally unhurt - even if their ride is still damaged. While Ren stands nearby, looking relieved. And also covered in blood, huge gaping wounds covering their body.]
Thank... goodness...
[Collapse.]
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[Nope, not going to address the obvious either. Stir stir.]
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[Hands raised apologetically.]
I am just too used to getting this kind of looks, that's all.
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[The mix is well-stirred by now. Ren never stopped even while talking.]
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And, yeah, we should be. Now we need to let it cool so it doesn't melt the butter when we mix it.
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So that's what you do? I do not really know any advanced cooking recipes, I am willing to learn though. It could be useful.
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I'll just put this in the fridge to cool it down. That's alright, yes?
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[Ren observes the bowl as it cools down, lightly swaying back and forth. There's a certain aura of childish anticipation here...]
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[Kei starts cleaning things, getting the butter out of the fridge and similar, instead of literally watching the bowl.]
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I would like to ease their daily burden.
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