also i can offer my assistance if you need any help with anything
Gosh what to name the settlement..
I'll come up with something!!Spoiler
Bolts and Wylde seemed to become fast friends, and that made Mocking very glad. The two would play more than help--but that was a-okay, children deserved to be children for a while longer. He would take the two to the Fountain soon enough, but, for now, he rather enjoyed their escapades(though they were both the quirkiest misfits he currently had).
MARK-12, with his new, deadly claws, used them to help shred metal into pieces that would benefit a house, and Seven would grow a tree or two whenever wood was needed in the construction. Airheart was, as usual, a total doll, and flew into the air occasionally to check the progress of the house and dictate where to put something. Mocking decided she should have that position, simply because the Mech Graveyard wasn't Airheart's first choice of a place to live.
His troop of misfits had grown--slowly, but they had grown--and everyone was quickly getting used to everyone else's quirks. Mocking knew he'd have to eventually sit down with each misfit to learn more about where they came from, and collect the stories in a folder or binder, but that would also come later. Hearing Dwen's pipe-playing had Mocking grinning, with his mind whirling with imagination of what was to come.
He gathered his Misfits--MARK-12 and Airheart on his left and right as always--and christened the new settlement with an empty bottle(it was rather oily, so it was probably the Inky Sea bottle.)"Hey guys, now that we have a house, we should name it!" Mocking announced excitedly, waving on hand back toward the settlement. The misfits muttered and debated, and Bolts shouted out a garbled phrase that was most likely Wylde's idea. Dwen sat on a crumpled piece of metal and toyed with his pipe, glancing between all of the gathered, his mind churning.
MARK-12, with his new, deadly claws, used them to help shred metal into pieces that would benefit a house, and Seven would grow a tree or two whenever wood was needed in the construction. Airheart was, as usual, a total doll, and flew into the air occasionally to check the progress of the house and dictate where to put something. Mocking decided she should have that position, simply because the Mech Graveyard wasn't Airheart's first choice of a place to live.
His troop of misfits had grown--slowly, but they had grown--and everyone was quickly getting used to everyone else's quirks. Mocking knew he'd have to eventually sit down with each misfit to learn more about where they came from, and collect the stories in a folder or binder, but that would also come later. Hearing Dwen's pipe-playing had Mocking grinning, with his mind whirling with imagination of what was to come.
He gathered his Misfits--MARK-12 and Airheart on his left and right as always--and christened the new settlement with an empty bottle(it was rather oily, so it was probably the Inky Sea bottle.)"Hey guys, now that we have a house, we should name it!" Mocking announced excitedly, waving on hand back toward the settlement. The misfits muttered and debated, and Bolts shouted out a garbled phrase that was most likely Wylde's idea. Dwen sat on a crumpled piece of metal and toyed with his pipe, glancing between all of the gathered, his mind churning.
ALSO GUYS I WANT TO USE MY TOKEN TO SEND TWO MISFITS INTO THE LOVER'S LABYRINTH BUT WHOOOO? HELP Could we use Misfits from different users?
*impulse buy*
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I was really happy with the way Kanin's colours came out, too. Same for Willa, actually, kind of wierd she looks like someone you know 
Can't wait to see what bottle you're planning to use on Shar!
I totally missed that, aww.
