#synestheticmedic

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@synesthetic-medic

Far removed from anything, the outskirts of nowhere. From scrap consisting mostly of other robots, the creation emerges with only a single goal.      Death and destruction.      But with so little around, its goal seemed fleeting. The human populace was less than it remembered, or perhaps they had learnt to steer clear of where the creation lay. Regardless, its first objective would be to find the nearest populace of humans.      Perhaps that wouldn’t be as hard a task as it was expecting.      Nearby was a single person - a man, if it weren’t mistaken - on his lonesome, a perfect target for the creation, which was still low on power, still needed sacrifices to reach its full potential.      ‘Human.’ It spoke telepathically, only the one it addressed would ever be able to hear it lest it chose otherwise. ‘Come to me.’

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@synesthetic-medic || continued from here || muse: Lena/Tracer

She laughed at the compact, before stating, “that’s true -- and he did manage to make me a couple devices to have at home with Emily or the Watchpoint.” Lena couldn’t have been happier when Winston gave her the device that currently back sitting on a stand in her and Emily’s apartment. As great as the accelerator was -- it was also great to not have to wear it all the time, especially in her own home. Without the thing it made her feel normal again.

Seeing him pull out, and announce he had a pair on hand, she grinned, “Lucio, you are the greatest musician I know.” Alright, he was the only one but she did mean that compliment.

Taking the earbuds from him, she stuck them in and waited for the song to start. Once it did she closed her eyes, listening a bit to it as she was reminded of the rainfall from London hitting the ground. And hearing the sound of distant thunder.

“It’s making me thinking of back home, in London. Hearing and seeing all the rainfall that happens there.” She said opening her eyes, a distant smile on her face.

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“You do good work, so hopefully that continues.”

Swan’s eyes lit up at the stranger’s words. While it was true she was not protecting Pikarigaoka for the sake of being thanked, the blonde couldn’t help but admit that some gratitude felt nice. Was that selfish of her?

“We’re able to protect everyone due to people like you! Please continue supporting the Precure in the future!” Swan beamed. Was that awkwardly worded? Swan hoped not. The people of this city made her work worth it, whether she was thanked for it or not!

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🌺 ( He's going to give him a whole flower crown tho!! One made out of sakuras because they remind him of the way his voice looks ! )

give zen flowers! ◌ accepting ◌ @synesthetic-medic

At this point the flower crowns are beginning to obscure his eyes and the inner lenses that make up his vision but that’s okay, because he has more flower crowns! Each one has been lovelier than the last, and this one certainly is different!     ‘Did you make this yourself?’ he questions. ‘It is beautiful.’

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“I spilled water on the floor. Don’t walk in it!”

bweep bwoop send memes ◌ always accepting ◌ @synesthetic-medic

     He seemed to be making quite the deal over a little bit of water. Looking at it, the spillage wasn’t anything at all; he could notice it on the ground, and slipping was certainly a dangerous possibility, but it wasn’t as though he was going to fall into a pool of it.     And so, with his foot halted slightly above the puddle, Zenyatta moved as to step around it.     ‘Thank you.’     Though he really was making a big deal out of something so small.