Day 11 cont
R3AS91’s DIARY: DAY ELEVEN cont.
I arrived back at the guild barracks with my head in a whirl. Afraid others might hear the cooling fan that had come on to stop my brain overheating, I paused outside the door. I could hear them talking inside.
“I must say I’m impressed at Evi’s new attitude, said Forst. That time on her own seems to have really done some good.”
“Armour’s clean,” mused Lolzator. “But I miss the incessant drivel. It helped me get to sleep.”
“Weapons are clean too,” said Nightbelf. “I think she sharpened them up a bit as well. And I take your point about the drivel, but whirring is soporific too.”
“She’s a robot,” said Sooze quietly. My blood would have frozen in my veins if I’d had any. Except, nobody seemed to hear her.
“I can’t wait for the raid later,” said Forst. “We are all going to look so…. Impressive. Like a top-notch raid group should look.“
“Do you think Evida is sucking up to us to try to get a place in the team?” asked Lolzator.
“I’ve never known her do that before,” mused Forst.
“Ah but she’s working harder than she ever has,” said Nightbelf. “I wonder what sort of dps she does now.”
“Don’t get carried away,” said Forst. “Last time Evida raided with us it was just awful.”
“Memorable though,” said Lolzator.
“Not in a good way,” said Forst. “But if she keeps working as hard as this it might be worth a try. Depends on her dps now that she’s got her gems and enchants right.”
“She’s a robot,” said Sooze. “you can tell. She has a little light on her head and she whirrs like a robot. Not only that, but her gears grind.”
That was the moment I knew. I would kill real-Evida as soon as she finished testifying and Cuddlyheehee forgot about her, but now I would also have to lose Sooze. The men weren’t listening to her yet, but they would if she was allowed to continue to promulgate um… truths about me. It had to stop. Whatever that took.
“Hi guys!” I said in cheery-mode. “I brought you pizza. And ice cream. And chocolate for you Sooze.”
“No beer?” asked Forst.
“Duh, would I forget the beer?” I asked. “Of course I brought beer.” I was rewarded by an almost beatific look on Forst’s face. I wondered if my dazed-mode could be adapted slightly to replicate his expression.