[Several days of feeling slightly guilty about the mess she had made killing Siffleur meant Valdis eventually sought out Friday. She's not sure she's capable of apologizing, but she should at least meet the woman.
She pads up to the desk, settling down in front of it, tall enough to rest her chin on its surface.]
Do you ever stop working?
Edited (I suck at coding on my phone) 2022-12-09 18:51 (UTC)
[There's that 'built' again. Built. Not unlike Frankenstein's monster. Built for a purpose. Given a spark at least, if not a soul. Built. Frankenstein's monster...had been pieced together from corpses. But the spark was artificial. Magic not science...alchemy?]
What were you built from, Friday?
[And what kind of creatures can be built by those who are not gods?]
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Friday
She pads up to the desk, settling down in front of it, tall enough to rest her chin on its surface.]
Do you ever stop working?
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[Friday is very lighthearted for someone who has to clean up after the shenanigans the passengers get up to on the daily.]
Built...Like Frankenstein's Monster?
[It's the only humanoid with a personality softer than their maker that she can think of. Though potentially more dangerous.]
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[Because...she at least thinks Friday is alive. Though, it depends on the definition.]
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[Perhaps no thoughts, but there's got to be something there.]
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[nope just elevator music.]
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What were you built from, Friday?
[And what kind of creatures can be built by those who are not gods?]
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Whose blood?
[The Captain's? Does he even bleed?]
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[All she's learned is that Friday was built with alchemy-like magic and from someone's blood. Which isn't nothing, but it's not something either.]
Sorry for the mess I made the other night. I hope it didn't take too long to clean up.