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Latest revision as of 08:38, 9 June 2019
Transcript
{Noelle arrives to her apartment. Across the living room of it, are body parts belonging to one individual strewn about; nothing is bleeding, but Noelle is immediately freaked out.}
NOELLE: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't call the police.
{The body parts re-connect to each other, almost as if done magically.}
RYLAK: Uh, because you know it's me?
NOELLE: What the actual hell is this?
RYLAK: Don't you know? I like the sensation of separating my-
NOELLE: Honestly I'm confused, more than anything.
RYLAK: Have you never heard of the modular fetish?
NOELLE: I thought "modular" was just the name of some mechanic in a card game I sometimes play!
{Short pause.}
RYLAK: Um.
NOELLE: How long have you had this fetish?
RYLAK: Nine years? I want to say nine years.
{Noelle's eyes widen.}
NOELLE: Jegus fuck.
{Noelle's eyes widen even more.}
NOELLE: What are you even doing in my apartment?! It's three in the morning!
{Cut to outside; the moon is full, and night has fallen.}
RYLAK: Lucius and I got into a bit of a scuffle and-
NOELLE: What was Lucius doing in my apartment?!
RYLAK: He was getting you a robotic assistant so that when you partake in Battel Tournament 2020-
NOELLE: Who said I wanted to do Battel Tournaments anymore?!
{Noelle facepalms.}
RYLAK: You got pretty shitfaced a couple nights ago...
{Flashback to last Tuesday. Noelle has had several bottles of wine, and looks visibly flustered.}
NOELLE: And I want a robot maid with modular breasts, for the next Battel Tournament!
{A man in an Arceus fursuit takes notes.}
LUCIUS: That can be arranged.
{Cut back to the present day.}
NOELLE: Magical realm.
{Noelle goes to pass out on a couch. Fin.}