Starting Over [Archangel] [Discontinued]
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"I will. I was just wondering if you had any advice." He murmurs, before looking back down at her. "But what about you? How have you been... Feeling?" He asks, reaching up to cup her face in his hands.
"That's good. And... What about... Us...?" He murmurs, looking into her eyes. "Have you given some thought to that?"
Well... That just proves it. She's lost interest in me. That's fucking wonderful.
"Ah. Who knew such a powerful AI could find it hard to make a decision, huh?" He says, forcing a smile, before looking around. "I think I'll go uh... Sharpen my spear or something..." He says, turning and walking away, rubbing at his eyes. He wasn't crying. Nope. Just a little bit of dust in there...
"Ah. Who knew such a powerful AI could find it hard to make a decision, huh?" He says, forcing a smile, before looking around. "I think I'll go uh... Sharpen my spear or something..." He says, turning and walking away, rubbing at his eyes. He wasn't crying. Nope. Just a little bit of dust in there...
Yeah. Now cue the part where I turn into an emotionless guy devoid of feeling any connection to people, and just uses them as a means to an end. Or for sex.
He picks up his bident and starts cleaning the tips, trying to get the blood off.
He picks up his bident and starts cleaning the tips, trying to get the blood off.
I was being sarcastic. It's just... She's the first one I actually liked. Chasey is more of a... Best friend with benefits sort of thing.
He starts trying to carefully scratch the blood off with his claws.
He starts trying to carefully scratch the blood off with his claws.
Well she did say she was still thinking... you could always still have a good shot! If not, got plenty of demons down here that like snarky humans like you... or you could just grab an imp or two.
It is slow work but he is surely making progress.
It is slow work but he is surely making progress.
Right. I don't even know where the next portal to hell is. If I did, I'd make a beeline for it and spend the rest of my life down there. Certainly seems to be nicer down there, at least. At least you're not getting dumped by a robot. And if she was still thinking about it till now, she's going to be thinking about it forever. Or worse, until I lose interest in her.
He starts scraping harder, putting more anger and force behind each scratch.
He starts scraping harder, putting more anger and force behind each scratch.
"Yes, she really is that important. What would you know? You have a whole harem of slaves! You hardly need love! You're the fucking immortal Queen of Hell, and I'm just some random fucking mortal trying to get by in my short, pathetic life, okay!?" He snaps at her.
He unintentionally scrapes too hard, getting a bit of metal under his claw and cutting the skin beneath. He grunts in pain, picking out the sliver with his teeth, before going back to scratching away at the blood, though less angry this time.
He unintentionally scrapes too hard, getting a bit of metal under his claw and cutting the skin beneath. He grunts in pain, picking out the sliver with his teeth, before going back to scratching away at the blood, though less angry this time.
Silence hangs over the connection for a moment. I will let that one go because you are upset right now. But I didn't become "Immortal Queen of Hell" in a single day. I had to try hard, scraping my way to the top from a dingy little apartment. I suffered, I lost, I gained and most importantly... I didn't give up just because it didn't go my way the first time. As for my "Whole harem of Slaves" well, when you come down here to visit, you may be a bit surprised.
Further investigation shows he bent one of the two points down in his anger.
Further investigation shows he bent one of the two points down in his anger.
"Yeah. Sure. I'm just going to cut this short before I say something I'll regret. Bye." He replies, before cutting off the connection and staring down at his bent spear. Wonderful. Now even this was useless. He growls and throws it as hard as he can into a random bush, before dropping his head into his hands and gripping his own hair. "What the fuck am I doing...?" He mumbles to himself, staring at the ground.
"WHAT THE SWEET FU-!?" He yells, falling back and scrambling away, looking for his crowbar. "Fuck fuck fuck! Not like this!" He growls, looking around for anything heavy he could use as a weapon.
He narrows his eyes at him for a moment. "Wait a minute. You mean... You're not like... The others...?" He mutters, getting to his feet.
"I... See..." He murmurs, walking back to his earlier position and sitting down next to the tree guy. "So uhh... Yeah. Been... Going through some... Issues." He mutters, scratching his head. "Relationship issues."
"To be honest with you dude, most of them didn't actually smooth back out. you just respect that sometimes it doesn't work out. But the one that did... we just talked. We had a heart to heart, really hashed out how we were feeling you know?"
"Well... This is an android. She thinks about things in a purely logical way. I doubt... I'm starting to doubt there's any real emotion there." He mutters.
"Yeah. An actual android. And... How am I supposed to show her what real emotions are like?" He asks, the fact that this guy knew what movies in the old world were like completely flying over his head.