The Clockwork entered the garden, the same place they woke up on their first day here. They’d stroll around, humming a little tune with a pep in their step as they took a gander around.
Being a Sales Spokesperson, they spent most of their time within their company. That’s all they were, after all. The face of a company. Whenever someone thought of the company, they would think of The Clockwork. They’ve practically unified with it, partially losing their individuality along with it.
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They didn’t see it like that, though! All they were doing was being loyal to the company that has provided them with the most success. Because of it, their face is associated with greatness. In fact, it could even stretch to them Being greatness itself. Who were they to complain! They loved their job!
But besides that, it felt nice to disconnect from the company. This whole killing game experience, after all. Sure, they would rather a more… effective method of going about things. Like rehabilitating every sinner here to allow them to enter the real world once more! That would be a much more effective idea without any bloodshed.
But being here, they didn’t need to worry about anything. They weren’t with the company, they were just themselves! Nature was something they found themselves lacking in their lives, and here in the garden, there was just an abundance of it! New and unique sights, plants unique to this place! It truly was beautiful.
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RP SAMPLE W/ DIALOGUE
“Why can’t I be good at this stuff first myself?! Why am I always destined to help others?“ Aimee asked no one in particular, head snapping to the door in her room.
“Where was MYY Cupid ?!” Aimee got up, walking to the door. She couldn’t bring herself to leave her room yet, Couldn’t bring herself to leave Fuchsia, to an extent. Aimee banged her fist against the door a few times.
“You said you’d matchmake us! You said you would!! And I told you how happy I was that I had found someone who could finally matchmake me…!” Aimee shouted, continuing to bang her fist. “So— So WHY did this happen..?! Ultimate Cupid, Huh?! Is that what you call yourself..?!” Aimee stopped, shaking her fist off. Ouch that hurt!
“…I Hate liars. Fuchsia’s right, it’s not My fault. It’s all Yours!” And so Aimee grieved, pushing the blame onto Esme. She was sure that whenever she saw Esme…. She could only hope that she could control herself, becuase now, nobody would be right by Aimee’s side to ensure that she kept herself in order.
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