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Byron Field
A robot, or perhaps something more sinister.
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The Abandoned Slums
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Konstantein
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So begins...
Byron Field's Story
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The robot nodded his head to the girl and Oli, "Take a seat fried, the girl can too if she wants." He said, his robotic head turning towards her, "Do you want a candy? You don't look very happy here." He said, scooting a little cup full of Dum-Dum lollipops over to the side of the desk nearest to her. He couldn't eat them, so why not offer them up.
"So, what exactly brings you here. It's not often that we have distinguished characters like yourself in this establishment." He said, leaning back in his chair and placing his hands together. The clicked very quietly as he tapped them together.
He head a bottle smash downstairs, and then yelp. The guests weren't too keen to move away from the corpse and Axel had to get a little violent.
"So, what exactly brings you here. It's not often that we have distinguished characters like yourself in this establishment." He said, leaning back in his chair and placing his hands together. The clicked very quietly as he tapped them together.
He head a bottle smash downstairs, and then yelp. The guests weren't too keen to move away from the corpse and Axel had to get a little violent.
He leaned forward very slowly and tapped the part of the shiny nameplate that read, "Owner". He leaned back, "I am indeed the owner." His voice had a slight buzz in it due to it being synthesized.
"What kind of... business do you mean to conduct?" He asked, the green visor that protected the ocular sensors in his head growing slightly brighter. He was intrigued, to say the least.
"What kind of... business do you mean to conduct?" He asked, the green visor that protected the ocular sensors in his head growing slightly brighter. He was intrigued, to say the least.
The robot took the card in his metal fingers, and flipped it over to examine the other side. He placed fingers on his chin and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Frye, I'll think about it." He said, placing the card in a small holder in his daily planner next to the crossed out words, "Make an example"
He stood, and straightened his suit before offering his hand to shake. He found that was often the most polite way to end formal business.
He stood, and straightened his suit before offering his hand to shake. He found that was often the most polite way to end formal business.
The robot nodded, "Of course, down the hall and to the left." He said, pointing to a little hallway that branched off of the office. There was a room to the right, and inside was another man sitting behind a desk, but he didn't look friendly at all. A red mask hung from his desk and his face was all scarred. He would growl at them if the looked into his office.
Once they exited the door, they'd be on a little platform that had stairs running down to an alleyway. A demon was sitting at the bottom of the steps, and leaned so the two of them could pass. "Have a nice night." He said in a grizzled voice.
Once they exited the door, they'd be on a little platform that had stairs running down to an alleyway. A demon was sitting at the bottom of the steps, and leaned so the two of them could pass. "Have a nice night." He said in a grizzled voice.
Warren Aulare was wandering aimlessly about when suddenly he smiled at the sky. For a moment he stood there and stared up into Terran Orbit. A satisfied nod and he turned on his heel with new direction. He thumbed at the die in his pocket as he made his way in to the city.
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