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This Cubefall holiday is awesome.

Yugo's scanning his options in the bar. There's a ginger kitten, a woman who looks a lot like his sister (that's just weird), some guy with ridiculous hair and a bright red arm, a sapient cup of coffee (a vanilla-caramel latte, apparently), and a robotic squid type thing.

Man, the squid looks awesome. It's gotta be, like, regular squid-sized, right? Scuttling around on tables or something. Yugo presses it.

"ERROR: This reconfiguration choice is only valid outside."

- Well, that's harsh. Still, Yugo cheerfully goes outside and presses it again and ...

Look, you know skyscrapers? Vast, break-world-records skyscrapers?

The creature, a kind of cephalopod robot made of black metal with four blue lights as eyes, now floating sedately over the lake area is large enough to use those as toothpicks. There's a gold disk with a blue jewel (now the size of a lake) on one of the tentacle-claw-things.

"Dude."

This is a voice well-suited to a mechanical eldritch abomination.

"I was not expecting this."

[OOC: And Then Yugo Was A Reaper.

Regarding indoctrination: It's on, and he can't switch it off, but luckily the effects of indoctrination are very, very slow - slow enough that it's not going to be brainwashing or particularly influencing anything. Still, if you feel so inclined and if your pup is liable to be affected more than normal, feel free to have characters find themselves oddly inclined to agree with him. Alternately, feel free to have them noticing a persistent whisper building in their heads. Once he realises what's going on, he'll dial it back as much as possible.

Unlike with a regular Reaper, any effects will fade once people stop talking to him.]

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"I'm glad it's not him, but where is he?" she says. Then she blinks, and presses her knuckles to his mouth. "You could transform with that, can't you? Goodness. Armor on armor."

Then Autor does almost every time he's been marginally horrified by an idea in the past: her eyes widen and she cracks up. "Well, it's good that you have it. We'd have a giant metal Phoenix on our hands, otherwise."

"He's where he usually is. Chilling somewhere at the back of my mind. I can still sense him, even like this."

Beat.

Yugo chuckles slightly. "Dude, that'd be awful. It'd be, like, the worst disaster the bar's seen."

"Mm, not really," Autor says. "I've heard there was some sort of awful mess where every disaster hit at once. Or something."

She shakes her head. "But yes, it would be pretty terrible. Like your laugh right now," she says, grinning. "How fast do you fly?"

"Dude, you're right, that would totally be harsher."

Yugo considers the question for a while. "According to the self diagnostic I did earlier, I should be able to travel much, much faster than light speed."

"What!" Autor shrieks, a little squeaker than he meant to.

She flails a bit. Whether or not she looks cuter flailing as a girl is subjective. "I was thinking that you could fly around and that I could hold on, but that's a ludicrous speed."

"Dude. Duuude. Duuuuuuuude. Duuuuuuuuuuude. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. I think I'm built for space travel. I'd never get anywhere if I wasn't ludicrously fast."

Beat.

"You gotta stop being like dust on a stellar wind, bro."

"Don't give into any of your overwhelming urges," she snaps, and folds her arms. "So you're a gigantic robotic squid with a single consciousness built for space travel? How does that even work?"

Reasonably: "Dude. Just saying."

He thinks about this for a moment. "Hey, don't ask me. I'm not an expert just because I'm in this body."

"That's fair," Autor says. "I'm not an expert either, obviously. Still, faster than light speed!"

She shakes her head. "Are you sure you didn't pick this one on purpose? I would have."

And then flown out somewhere, only to get stuck when relativity caused Cubefall to end.

"Dude, certain. Being this big is kind of inconvenient."

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"True," he says, and then frowns again. "Are you going to fall straight into the lake from this height when you revert?"

"Possibly. I can totally summon my armour in that time, though. More likely, it'll just put me back on the ground, though. It sent me up here when I changed, after all."

"Good thinking," she says, nodding once before she looks over the edge agai--and has to sit down and grab on to something. "You really are high up. You're more agile when you're in your armor, aren't you?"

"Totally. Why?"

"Just curious," she says, shrugging. "Oh, wait!" she says, and shoots straight up, planting her feet on his claw. "Actually, might I ask a favor of you?"

She furrows her brow and gestures towards the forest. "I left my carpet hovering somewhere over there," she says. "I've been looking for it all morning, but I was wondering if you could spot it, given that you're so big."

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"Dude, I'll give it a shot."

He sweeps the lights from his eyes over the forest, searching. Reaper sensors aren't really made for detecting flying carpets, but he's giving it a fair go.

"If you can't find it, that's fine. I have the wings for that reason, among others," she says, peering around when he does. "But thank for looking."

"Sorry, dude. Just not built for carpet locating purposes."

Autor shakes her head. "It's not an issue," she says. "I really should get these wings fixed, though, so that I can go look for it. I'm not going to have another chance without asking someone I'd really rather not ask."

Curiously: "Who's that?"

Autor weighs out the option of telling him. Even in this form, he's harmless, but Autor doesn't trust the fiery demon in his head.

"A lady from a moon," he says, with a cheeky grin, "who helped me earn my way to the carpet--and will yell at me if I tell her where I left it."

Solemnly: "Moon ladies are like that."

Autor cackles at the squid. "That they are."

She glances around again, and shrugs. "In any case, I need to get my wings repaired back at the bar. Mind putting me down?" she says, and then grins, sheepishly. "But, ah, preferably not in the lake? I can't swim."

Yugo thinks about the logistics of this, then bobs over towards the bar, keeping just above the treeline, and then delicately tilting his claw so that Autor can slide down it onto the ground.

"Eep!" Autor says, slipping right off with a skin-on-metal screech. "Ow! These stupid skirts, I swear."

Once she settles herself, she collects her wings and offers Yugo a salute. "Thanks. I'll see you after the holiday, then?"

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