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I'll be fine, but thank you for your concern. I've always made sure to keep in shape up to this day so I never encounter the broken hip problem myself. Never have either, if I may add.

Do let me know if ever you end up trying my suggestions. As someone who's tried it, I hope it's to your liking.

[ should sombra look through the other cameras quick enough, she would find august in the kitchen — music plays in the air, it's clean, with empty bottles of various alcohol in the sink — blending a pack of legentifax. additionally instead of a refill, he prepares to pour the scotch in the blender. only he stops before any is poured in.

his hair is neatly combed and no longer disheveled as it was before. ]

Edited 2023-05-01 09:02 (UTC)

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[ finally, something he can pay her for. ]

Within two weeks. And as I am the owner of the place, I'm free whenever I desire to be.

How about around 3:30? That would be tea time.

Edited 2023-05-14 01:41 (UTC)

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A pity, that. How did you end up with your job in the first place? If you don't mind me asking.

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Hardly. I'm more disappointed than concerned. Did I not train you well enough?

[ the truth is he is, but. ]

hi mr brinkman
just wanted to apologize again for echo
i shouldve told you he goes with me everywhere
he's my partner and best friend

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Do you not like your name?

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the one person i know on gaea who can.

[ the bright dot that sombra keeps an eye on speeds through fast; august's foot is on the gas as he drives through the night. he doesn't follow traffic regulations and he loses a police car with ease. impossible to get his plate when he's customized this specific car to not be found — the whole reason he picks it for the drive ahead. there's always a back up plan when it comes to battle against him. if only he did the same for his team before...

it takes several more minutes before he enters another neighborhood of the city, and then eventually stops in front of a closed store with glowing neon and a bright pink R. like his driving he's quick on his feet when he gets out of the driver's seat, shifting to grab pathfinder in his arms, and heads towards where he knows the entrance to the owner's home is. it doesn't matter that his extremely expensive clothes get wet. what matters is that pathfinder gets help.

immediately he repeatedly rings the doorbell. he doesn't stop until he hears:

"All right, all right I'm comin'! Hold your horses."

a minute later, ms. ramya parekh opens the door.

"You know, I do answer house calls. But you didn't call nor is this your house —" ]

Fix him.

[ august emphasises by raising the robot's body up and forward towards rampart, whose eyebrows raise as she unlocks the door. the MRVN is undeniably pathfinder with his look, the paint job, the way he says he-he-hello, ramy-ya! between glitchy tones.

"What the hell happened to him?" she says, leaving past the entrance of the door as she pulls out what looks to be a keychain and her trusty wrench. her lovely problem solver. ]

Fix him now and I'll tell you what I know.

[ his words are quick and demands; despite his calm exterior, august is fortunate that some of the shaking — the way he tightens the lid of his emotions — hides behind his coat. to him it's like a man is dying in his arms, the oil being his blood... pathfinder's blood is in august's hands if he doesn't make it. if only he'd arrive faster then maybe there's a better chance. should have done better. must do better. all of his training and the chance of another person dying again because he's not quick enough.

"Let's get going then, mate. I'll even put it on the house for this one."

he doesn't say anything else beyond following behind, watching rampart open up the front of her shop. already his patience wears thin when he thinks the doors don't open fast enough — immediately he takes in a sharp breath. rampart is here to help in the early morning. he's grateful, but those familiar memories attack his soul all over again as he walks past the doors. ears pick up the mechanic's instructions telling him to place the robot on the table.

"All right! Doctor Rampart's going to work on him for a while. Go ahead and sit somewhere." she motions towards the seats and tables near the entrance. "Can't tell you how long this is going to take. You'll have to be patient while I work on my patient." ]

... Very well. [ a pause as he takes a seat. perhaps he can finally rest his mind. ] And thank you.

Edited 2023-09-05 05:51 (UTC)

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[ how unpredictable, he thinks; august's eyes follow the cat run away into the darkness and loses her from there. maybe later he'll be graced by her presence when he isn't looking. again. a lovely resident of the apartment just like her owner.

a hum of acknowledgement leaves his throat as he listens to wendy's suggestion, and takes a seat on the sofa. there's nothing else he brings that requires his hands. cellphone and wallet in his jacket pockets — unfortunately he's going to miss some calls — as he watches her leave. ]

How much wine have you consumed exactly?

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I could, but you have something of mine. Unless you have plans for it then I will take what belongs to me.

As for my clothes, its lack of durability is made up for comfort. And now I suppose ease for you to destroy on occasion.

Edited 2023-09-12 09:59 (UTC)

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