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No rescue needed -Gintama-As soon as Shimura Otae woke up, she knew there was something that was wrong. Not only was she alone, she was also in the middle of a dense and very green forest. The only sounds around her was the wind in the tree tops, the birds and the ripples of a distant stream.
She slowly rose from her bed of green, soft grass and only then realised she was wearing a simple, long and white silk dress. And with it, white slip in shoes and a white silk band tied in her hair. Slowly, Otae walked in the direction of the stream, hoping that it might lead her somewhere.
The walk was short and uneventful, before she ended up at the stream. That was when she heard the soft melody of a violin. Curiosity got the better of her, and Otae silently got closer to the mysterious musician.
In the middle of the stream, sitting naked on a wet rock, plucking and playing on an old violin, was a young man, his dark purple black hair fluttering in the wind as he raised his head and looked straight at her. Hi
Breakfast -Rockman-Walking down the halls, Gutsman enjoyed the silence that reigned in the early morning when most robot masters were still asleep. He was planning on making a huge breakfast for himself and his best friend, Bombman, with a huge batch of scrambled eggs, toast and a small bowl of raspberry jam. But the sound of voices interrupted his pleasant morning ritual.
But, Leccie, we We cant do this!
Calm down. No one will find out.
It was the unmistakable voices of Elecman and Crashman, and despite his wish to just have a decent breakfast with his friend, Gutsman couldnt hold back his curiosity and went over to the closed door from which he had heard their voices. He was surprised to hear them awake, normally both of them woke up closer to lunch then breakfast.
Are you sure? I mean, hes just a baby, he heard Crashmans nervous voice, and Gutsman concluded quite easily that whatever they were doing in there included the rece
You can fly -Rockman-Get him down from there!
Everybody stopped and looked towards Skullman that was frozen in his spot, looking terrified and pointing at the ceiling, his scream still echoing slightly in the large room. Sitting in the chandelier was Quickman Jr., seeming to have a very fun time with himself.
Hell fall down and scratch his armor! What a terrifying thought! Skullman exclaimed overly dramatic, putting his head in his hands and sunk down to the floor. Crashman walked up to the distressed robot master with Gyroman following closely, and put a hand on his shoulder.
Its alright, Skully, he just wanted to widen his perspectives, Crashman told him encouragingly. A silver skull mask looked up at the red robot master, brown tracks marring his face from oily tears, looking as if he didnt quite believe him.
Trust Crashman, and trust me, Gyroman butted in, smiling widely, looking very much as if he really knew what he was doing. Al
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