Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
To the giantess, continuing their discussion.
"It was maybe badly worded, but you said yourself, you're here because you don't believe you can live outside. Thus, you serve as warriors and protectors against monsters and demons in here. Instead of leaving this place and living in relative peace and prosperity in the wilderness or cities as your inclination may be. You're a bit too big to live with us underground, most people there are of small stature. There are exception and there are monsters this size..." he knocks on Tinks armor (remember: it is hook horror)
"...only in the flesh, obviously."
As the elevator shudders to sudden stop, metal monster taking half the space in the cabin lifts up for a short moment and starts scrabbling for purchase. In the next instant it crashes down, his legs out of alignment and it falls on its side. On the other hand its owner simply sways in place, his legs not even leaving the space they occupied.
Thulwar motions toward the mangled piece of armor. "Sure thing, Yttrian, take it with you, I'll take a look when we settle somewhere. Take two if you can or attach it to Tink. Better chance of having all the parts in two mangled ones."
He looks up "What do you think, could that figment lady lower us to the next lower level? Or should we just climb up and hope the cabin holds long enough? I think it is safer to drop to lower level."
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"It was maybe badly worded, but you said yourself, you're here because you don't believe you can live outside. Thus, you serve as warriors and protectors against monsters and demons in here. Instead of leaving this place and living in relative peace and prosperity in the wilderness or cities as your inclination may be. You're a bit too big to live with us underground, most people there are of small stature. There are exception and there are monsters this size..." he knocks on Tinks armor (remember: it is hook horror)
"...only in the flesh, obviously."
As the elevator shudders to sudden stop, metal monster taking half the space in the cabin lifts up for a short moment and starts scrabbling for purchase. In the next instant it crashes down, his legs out of alignment and it falls on its side. On the other hand its owner simply sways in place, his legs not even leaving the space they occupied.
Thulwar motions toward the mangled piece of armor. "Sure thing, Yttrian, take it with you, I'll take a look when we settle somewhere. Take two if you can or attach it to Tink. Better chance of having all the parts in two mangled ones."
He looks up "What do you think, could that figment lady lower us to the next lower level? Or should we just climb up and hope the cabin holds long enough? I think it is safer to drop to lower level."
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