OOC: xelda, do you speak Croatian?
"M-masin... masin..." she insisted, continuing her onslaught of sobs.
"Feeling bad about it means you have a soul," Scorpion said. Then, what was on the table caught her attention again. She leapt onto the table, grabbing something as she skidded over the other edge and fell off again.
"I have a conscience. I do not have a soul. The scientist tested that using other subjects with the same specifications."
They aren't that of a human, I'll give you that. But I'm still faced with evidence that would suggest otherwise.
Your memories... They seem artificial.
OOC: I could lie to you right now and tell you that I typed everything backwards into Google Translate. But I'm not a liar, and I did see what it said in the [spoiler] tag. I'm not applying it to the Rp, though. Sorry for that anyway, however. I won't open any others. But, to be honest, I really don't see the point of hiding what she says, but not what they're thinking.
Scorpion landed, holding a needle, and accidentally injected herself upon landing, giving a yowl of pain.
OOC: Also, signing off. See you all tomorrow.
I don't know, but they are.
"Are you okay?" Gracie got up and rushed over to Scorpion.
OOC: Don't worry, jokes are there to be laughed at. I'm fine with it as long as you don't use it to godmod. Then there would be trouble. And you would be in it. I feel really guilty now for bringing it up.
Kris's attention was drawn to Scorpion after her shout. She hurried over. "Isej il orbod?"
"Ahem." The young man identified as Agamemnon got to his feet. "Why are you still here?"
He's asking why we're still here.
"No idea,might as well find someplace Marona can safely sleep." Leo said as he got up,and gently rested her in his pouch. "I'm not staying here any longer,and I'm not going back in there." He started walking away.
“Death is not a hunter unbeknownst to its prey, one is always aware that it lies in wait. Though life is merely a journey to the grave, it must not be undertaken without hope. Only then will a traveler’s story live on, treasured by those who bid him farewell."