>>5680501Behind Fizz was the ever loyal Skizbop Mk1. Arguably it was a failed household servant, or maybe child's toy. Perhaps disabled child's toy...but it had clearly been following her even if she just only noticed it now.
At just over half her height it waved with great vigor and enthusiasm at the newcomer, even if it was periodically shorting out due to the rain. Oh Skizbop Mk1, you will surely be with Fizz for a long, long, time.
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>Not H. J. The GM is tired.J. looked at this, with a full emotional disconnect. Sensors saw and relayed more than her remaining flesh. Infiltration, recon, and threat negation were the order of effect. She simply took the hand of Fizz and followed her towards the lighthouse.
