HERO'S NEVER DIE {O+Joining}

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]! ! ![size=3pt]--[/size] [font=arial][size=9pt]Well it seemed the cold bothered her poor mech either way. Divakit tried to hard to keep the ice and melting snow to ruin bunbun's circuits, but it seemed she had failed and was rather stuck in her now broken down mech. It happen to leave the small kit stuck in a rather really uncomfortable spot, feeling like her whole body was getting twisted and stretched but still determined the feline would aim her hind leg near the exit. It took a couple of tries but with third times a charm, Divakit would fall clumsy into the fresh powder of snow letting out a couple of discomfort snorts before stiffly getting to her paws.


    Snow. It happened to be every where. Even some snow was falling from the silver sky, creating a small layer of frost forming on Divakit's pelt, the kit reacting with a rather cold brr before trying to shake away the cold immediately wanting to be back home that happen to long away. How can things get worse? The kit stubbornly inquired to herself, her stomach answering with a loud grumble complaining that she was starving once again. Well it certainly a good thing she brought more. Reaching slightly into her broken mech, Divakit would reach from a crisp fresh bag along with a small can of mt. dew. Yummy, her basic diet. Popping open the bag of triangular chips she would reach to grip the closest chip, taking a refreshing bite. Well if she had to be stuck here forever, she could probably last with food and well soda. She could also probably take shelter in poor worn out Bunbun, though Divakit still felt guilty for not equipping her mech for the harsh winters, for now Bunbun had certainly passed.


    She knew she couldn't dwell though for if she last remembered the map stated a group living somewhere near her, she just needed to find them. Now finishing of the bag of doritos and the pop the femme would quickly bring as many bags of chips and sodas as she could, waddling over to where she then spotted the long spiraling stair case which would have been easy to demolish if Bunbun had made it and used boost. But now the Divakit could be seen finally at the top out of breath with her bags of chips and soda splayed out around her, the kit to tired to even pick them up. She'll need help though.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;]There were many things in this world that Worick didn't understand, one of those things happened to be technology. He could work around basic things, photos - he'd declared himself the selfie king at one stage - and even music but after that you had him lost. Another thing that Worick didn't understand was everyone's love of junk food, his own diet had often included a bit of junk food but that had always been because he was too lazy to catch anything. He had to admit that he preferred regular food to the processed two-legs food. Yuck.


    A metaphorical brow arched in amusement as he spotted the child that appeared incredibly worn out, he would have to agree that the staircase was quite the work-out but he had never been anywhere near the point of exhaustion when he reached the top. Then again, this was a child, and a child who'd been determined to bring along soda and Doritos nonetheless. "Couldn't let go of the junk food?" He laughed briefly before crouching so that he was closer to her height. "You alright? You know if you stay there you'll freeze to death and that, my friend, is not pretty."



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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 390px; line-height: 1.20; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]★ the scent of cheese and.. something acidic had drawn him in, drawing up next to worick and cocking his head slightly to the side upon spotting the child. that was.. not healthy. it kind of reminded him of.. someone. someone he.. couldnt quite put his paw on. it was such a familiar feeling, a tugging in his chest - a bit like déjà vu. his head lowered and then shook, as if the male were trying to physically toss the thoughts from his mind,"hi there." he greeted lightly, friendly vocals laced in amusement,"that cant be too filling. i can cook for you sometime, if you want!" whether or not he would was up for interpretation, because despite having the best of intentions at heart, it was hard to pry the male away from his games long enough to make even himself something to eat.


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