Nonhumans can have emails. For example, companies, and androids. Things that are less intelligent too, for example, answering machines, [she calls after him, but concludes that the distance has put him out of earshot.
See, if he had an email she could just email him!! Or any kind of inbox, actually. Emails are just professional standard, her previous humans didn't want to give her their mobile device contacts at all, and she thinks she does not like Richter enough to give hers, assuming that this is a g͏est͝u͠re̡̕ ̛of ̡̨S̀i̛g͠ni̴fi̴can͝t ̴S̢ocia͢l̕ Bo͟nding͟-
Richter is leaving. She decides she will follow, lacking any other figure to accompany at this moment. Takeoff is not graceful- stand up.exe and F̧͠L͢Y̸ ̡OF̶F̢̕͡ kick in simultaneously and she mostly just.... falls forward, until the wings start flapping to get her airborne.
[ The distance is good, it means he's no longer compelled to reply to her. There's too much intricacy about his own issues that he doesn't want to untangle without something handy to maim nearby.
He continues walking, disregards the ominous flapping behind him. Someone as dignified as him should never turn back unless necessary - it shows his unflinching manner.
It's not too far to their target, luckily. A hulking feline beast soon appears out of the ruined landscape, packing around a mound of dirt. Richter stops walking, narrows his eyes. ]
Correction, Richter is only in the 50th percentile of worst. Nothing to write home about. And joke's on him, she's not above repeating herself until she gets an acknowledgement. Now that he's stopped she will eventually get close enough to be heard.]
Nonhumans can have emails. For example, companies, an̛d̛͜͟ á̸n̶d̵̀̕roi̴dş.̛͏͝ ͝kkk͘͜͜sk̶̛̕s̀h͏̧͡h́͜͡c̵̵c̶̛̀ķ̧k̴a͟w̷̕
[Her too-many pairs of wings bristle. She takes an abrupt right and swoops out of line-of-sight of the other monster, a move driven by instinct- except her "in͏s͞tìnct́s" are poor even at the best of times, and she barely avoids crashing into the roof of a busstop (PATHFINDING PROTOCOLS UNABLE TO CALIBRATE PLEASE RETRY). Give her a moment- she needs to figure out where she is.]
Will be unavailable for a moment, Richter.
[Common courtesy is due even to the middlingly unpleasant work partner. He might not even hear, but the point is in the protocol.]
[ If only Richter cared about keeping his reputation positive... alas, she will have to deal with looking at his back for now. As intent as he is about pretending he doesn't care, he still cares about the safety of their mission. Hearing that unceremonious flapping tells him that there's a complication in her approach - he has to compensate for that, then. ]
Oh, just don't hit your head on a rock, or something.
[ He raises his voice, and the tiger demon whips around at the noise. Its unnatural appearance doesn't faze him in the slightest; he conjures a glassy blade and takes an offensive stance. ]
[She’ll be fine, probably. She doesn't care about his reputation either, so as long as the outside doesn't kill her she's content watching Richter duke it out with the monster.]
[ Blah blah blah, screeching in the background... none of his business, hmm. His focus is on the battle before them and how it would unfold. Slaying demons isn't hard for him - it's what he's made for, after all; dark blades glinting in the scorched afternoon light. He strikes without mercy, pleased when blade pierces hide and leaves a bloody trail. ]
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See, if he had an email she could just email him!! Or any kind of inbox, actually. Emails are just professional standard, her previous humans didn't want to give her their mobile device contacts at all, and she thinks she does not like Richter enough to give hers, assuming that this is a g͏est͝u͠re̡̕ ̛of ̡̨S̀i̛g͠ni̴fi̴can͝t ̴S̢ocia͢l̕ Bo͟nding͟-
Richter is leaving. She decides she will follow, lacking any other figure to accompany at this moment. Takeoff is not graceful- stand up.exe and F̧͠L͢Y̸ ̡OF̶F̢̕͡ kick in simultaneously and she mostly just.... falls forward, until the wings start flapping to get her airborne.
Airborne. Flying is fa͞s͜t.]
c̢̕͘a̡̨͢͢ẁ̷̀͡ ̢̀͡c҉͏̨̢͜ą̡̛͜w̷̡͢ ̸͘͡͡c̸͝͞a̵̷̢w̢̕
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He continues walking, disregards the ominous flapping behind him. Someone as dignified as him should never turn back unless necessary - it shows his unflinching manner.
It's not too far to their target, luckily. A hulking feline beast soon appears out of the ruined landscape, packing around a mound of dirt. Richter stops walking, narrows his eyes. ]
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Correction, Richter is only in the 50th percentile of worst. Nothing to write home about. And joke's on him, she's not above repeating herself until she gets an acknowledgement. Now that he's stopped she will eventually get close enough to be heard.]
Nonhumans can have emails. For example, companies, an̛d̛͜͟ á̸n̶d̵̀̕roi̴dş.̛͏͝ ͝kkk͘͜͜sk̶̛̕s̀h͏̧͡h́͜͡c̵̵c̶̛̀ķ̧k̴a͟w̷̕
[Her too-many pairs of wings bristle. She takes an abrupt right and swoops out of line-of-sight of the other monster, a move driven by instinct- except her "in͏s͞tìnct́s" are poor even at the best of times, and she barely avoids crashing into the roof of a busstop (PATHFINDING PROTOCOLS UNABLE TO CALIBRATE PLEASE RETRY). Give her a moment- she needs to figure out where she is.]
Will be unavailable for a moment, Richter.
[Common courtesy is due even to the middlingly unpleasant work partner. He might not even hear, but the point is in the protocol.]
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Oh, just don't hit your head on a rock, or something.
[ He raises his voice, and the tiger demon whips around at the noise. Its unnatural appearance doesn't faze him in the slightest; he conjures a glassy blade and takes an offensive stance. ]
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[Let’s try that again-]
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