Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34100315-20180423054509/@comment-26892768-20180424232312

"Oh, I'm just peachy! Really loving the ground here!" Itchy sarcastically remarks. "What do you think?...that being said, I'll be fine in a few seconds. We got a really good tailor on the flipside-"

"Stitches can't do anything about bruises or internal wounds. Doesn't really show on the effigees." Quarters reminds Itchy.

"...Well, 'FUCK ME, THEN!" 'Itchy yells. "God, this is going to take hours..."

Quarters' eyes narrow further. "Yes - if only you could, say, speed up your own personal time and speed up the process..."

Itchy is silent for a few moments. Then a yellow clockface briefly appears over his body, and it becomes a static blur, going at high speeds until suddenly Itchy's up on his feet. It doesn't even seem like he moved at all. His body resumes moving at normal speeds, and he glares at Quarters. Quarters raises an eyebrow.

"...did you seriously not think of using your power like th-"

"Not a word, smartass." Itchy growls. Then, he turns to face the dragon. "Well, anywaaaaaaawhat the fuck are you."

"He's a flying snake with legs." Quarters answers.

"I can see that but 'what the fuck." 'Forgive Itchy, he doesn't really know what a dragon is.

Meanwhile, Clover is just casually looking around when another figure drops in through a portal, this one a female figure in black. Clover's eyes light up, and he heads over. Hey, look, it's Sno-

No, wait, it isn't Snowman. Unless she somehow managed to get covered in a light peach paint without affecting any of her clothes, changed her clothes from a business suit to a catsuit - with a very nice black and red cape - and also got a second, fluffier hat to put on before her regular hat okay what is this fluffy thing anyway he needs to know

Cybersix groans, awakening from her brief moment of unconsciousness to find a small, green man with a purple hat running an oddly soft hand through her hair, looking at it like it's the most amazing thing in the world.

There's a moment of silence.

"You have a very nice fluffy hat, miss!" Clover chirps, nodding in approval. Forgive Clover, he doesn't really know what hair is.

Cybersix scrambles to her feet, and shortly after she does, a black panther falls through the portal, landing on its feet.

Clover looks at it in curiosity. "What's that?"

Data 7 is as confused as Clover is curious.