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"You might be the brains." Brutus slurped down a tall glass of juice. "And we share our weight on the combat side of things, but I am most definitely our charm." He waggled his eyebrows. "When you're offline doing whatever it is you do IRL, I like to go off on little side tangents. Nothing...

"That sounds mighty fine," the man drawled, looking over the two of them and the feast before them. He didn't even bat an eye at the strange feast the android had taken. "I don't spose either of you has any proof on ya? Just to be sure?" Brutus sighed and looked to the old man. "We uh, were...

Brutus' eyes widened. "Uhh..." he pauses, drawling for a moment. "I didn't uh...grab his corpse..." He cleared his throat. "Was too busy carrying you and Fujitsu..." he blinked for a moment, the realization of what happened donning on him. "MOTHERFUCKER." He smashed his hands on the...

"I refuse to take all the credit. You opened me up for the shot, and told me how to take it. It's like eighty percent you, all I did was pull the trigger." Her smile had caught him off guard, like someone's halogen headlights on their lifted Ford Pickup truck, it was blinding. It was also...

"Thanks." He quipped, groaning as he slid a hand down to the ground to try and push himself off the ground. Everything ached, everything groaned, and his hastily cauterized cuts looked like they were threatening to tear back open at a moments notice. "Yeah, Mr Spider-dude needs to go to puppy...

"You know." Brutus drawled, shoveling uncooked corn into his mouth and crunching on it. Gods he would murder for an actual breakfast right about now, this felt like the worst hangover he'd ever experienced cranked to fucking eleven. "It could have been worse honestly. Body of metal or not...

Brutus walked with her, shortening his stride so she could keep up. "You're a talented fighter eh? I guess I could say so myself. I fight with a canon." He would draw his weapon, a huge pillar of iron from his inventory and casually lug it over one shoulder with one hand. "I shoot it at...

Brutus stirred slightly, groaning slightly as his eyes fluttered open. This...this was not his bed. His eyes shot down to where he had cradled Corsair, her purple eyes looking up at him expectantly. Had he...slept in game? He had no time to contemplate the ramifications of what that would...

He scooped up her spider with a free hand, gods she practically weighed nothing. His steps were heavy, plodding slowly as he trudged back to their home. His meters began to flash low in his peripheral and he grunted. Home wasn't an option it would seem. He scarfed another apple down, gods he...

He squinted as the woman suddenly hopped up to almost eye level. "Well then, I do suppose that does make a good jumping off point." He chuckled, a small grin dancing across his face. His eyes followed her gaze as he peered at a request. "A plantera has been terrorizing people on the way to...

Brutus took a moment to plop to his knees, breathing heavily. That was, that was too much. He could feel his knees shaking, his blood still seeped from the cuts he'd suffered. Gritting his teeth, he worked some flames around his hand and raised it to the slices, singing them shot with a...

I wonder if Corsair wants me to pick up some more corn on my way back... "Sir? Speaking of corn, we'll probably want to get like... a wok and some oil so we can pop it like she wants. Excuse me sir? That and salt, she fucking loves to make it super salty. A loud jolt behind him caused him...

Brutus' eyes bulged. He did NOT like this feral Corsair, and he would have to give her a stern talking to when this was all done, but first he needed to settle this. The man spat blood in his face, trying to blind him as he continued his assault. This wasn't going to work, he needed something...

It was a beautiful sunny day, although most days inn Tera tended to be such. His partner had not logged on today, so he'd given her sleeping form a head ruffle and he was on his way. Morning chores came and went with ease, wood was chopped, garden weeded, clearing patrolled. Satisfied his...

The man howled, or was it Brutus, or Corsair? Who's howl was it anyways, it didn't matter. All that mattered is that this was life and death, and Corsair had opened an opportunity. he man floundered trying to slash at the woman who was draining his power, leaving his body open for Brutus to...

Brutus spent a moment letting her words sink in. It was probably the most emotional thing he'd ever heard her say, and her words plucked at his heartstrings a little. It was weird, having her be so...affirming of his views he'd long considered childish. As for her? She'd let a little...

Brutus sprung from the bush as the man threw his lance, using his canon that materialized in his hands to deflect the lance away from Corsair. He hissed, his legs felt wobbly and numb, which would be a problem if this fight was going to be a tough one. He aimed and fired, his canon BOOMING as...

Her words stung ever so slightly, but he let it slide. Corsair spoke like he fought, bluntly like her mouth was a nailgun and every word was a rivet being shot into a sheet of metal. He didn't take it personally, he'd gotten used to it. "I mean, you did make yourself tiny and picked that...

He chewed his lip a little harder, his sharpened teeth drawing a little blood from his lip before he finally nodded. "Sounds like a plan, push comes to shove I'm always going to be doing my best anyways, so I will react the best I can." His usual smile finally returned to his lips as he let...

He raised an eyebrow as she went on her tangent chuckling slightly. "GunDame sounds amazing, it reminds me of the mech anime I used to watch when I was little and it just sounds rad." He reached over and stole a few kernals of popcorn and popped them into his mouth while he was waiting for his...