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He really did have a soft heart, she thought as Luke shared his own thoughts with her. It felt oddly strange to hear others talk about the well-being of those close to them; she had heard such things from her own team, but never with others. Perhaps she simply needed time to realize that many were willing to protect- even if some desired to hurt those who harmed their friends rather than protect said friends first. It was a reasonable way of protecting to some, and Sangue herself knew that much from personal experience before she entered the academy.

But it certainly conflicted with her slowly shaping moral.

"I think the... same," she spoke softly, her tone slightly more tender than before at the thought of those who were beloved to her. "I... think the same," she repeated.

All she had was her team, really. Her family was off on an unknown journey to survive and perhaps fulfill a mission, but at the cost of leaving Sangue in her untimely darkest times- her days as a child. Although she took it in well due to accepting the cold of fending off an unknown hostility in her home, she preferred the warmth of eating with those who laughed and dragged her into conversations rather than eating in the wilderness. She could live with the wild, but her newfound emotions made it hard to do so now.

If anything, she was living a completely new life. And she knew she had to be grateful for it.

"I..."

Pushing her second barrel a bit deeper into the lift, she turned to Luke with a rare expression. It was not a smile, but her eyes fixated on the boy with a softer gaze. It was rare for her to talk with students outside of her team aside from classes, and in classes, she was usually occupied with work or trying to stay awake due to a sleeping pattern left in shambles.

"I like... the way you think," she admitted, admiring his view on helping others. He was caring, yes, but that seemed to be an understatement. The care he held for those around him was far less selfish than her own. For while she cared about those close to her, it was mostly to relieve her own emotions that she helped others for.

It felt like she learned about a way to improve herself a bit. Just a bit. She still had numerous flaws, and only a small handful of talents that sometimes overshadowed said flaws.

"I like... people... who think that way," she stated honestly, almost repeating what she said earlier. "You're not... a nice... guy."

"You're... a great guy. A... cool guy. That's... how people refer to... people like... you. I think. The way you think- you should not let... go of it."

This was the most she had said to someone outside of her team. But this person named Luke seemed like someone she would respect, no matter what he really thought of her. Even if he found her to be odd, she found his own ideals to be simplistic, but oddly intriguing to someone like her.

"It's nice to know... there are... people like you. It really... is."

"I... want to be friends... with those kinds of people. They make... me feel... special. More than what I... should normally feel."

It really helped her to know that some people were nicer than her. So she did not find it a waste of time to talk with him. She hoped that she was not wasting his time.

Turning to Lauren, a light bulb brightened in Sangue's head as she moved over from the line of barrels that formed. Lauren was a genius! At least, to Sangue, she was. Or maybe the brawler was just clever, but cleverness was far more useful than the level of gullibility Sangue had.

Still, her own accuracy with the barrels was more inaccurate than a toddler throwing a softball. That could potentially waste time if Sangue kept missing the lift. With that in mind, the swordswoman decided to use the original method they used to move the barrels and rolled two barrels down to the lift.

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"Ah."

Sangue processed the information in her head before nodding softly. She had heard random students say something about "using lubes" in the academy, so she had been quick to presume that what she heard was "use Lube" instead. Not knowing the actual meaning behind the name she gave him, the swordswoman nodded again, this time to herself.

I shouldn't call him that, then, she thought, hoping that he did not feel too offended. Unbeknownst to her, the damage was already done, and she would be able to do nothing about it even if she knew.

Not that she would ever know...

After shakily rolling down two more barrels, she spoke to Luke again in yet another attempt to know more about him.

She remembered the notes she wrote down to understand more about socializing. And with the result of several hours of memorizing the notes, she managed to come up with something.

"I... think you're... nice," she spoke softly, her tone being less idle than usual. "You... seem caring. To those around... you..."

She had tried again. Maybe it would work this time...

In truth, she desperately hoped that what she said would not offend him. She already mispronounced his name after all, though she wondered why Lauren found it to be funnier than every single joke Sangue had tried to come up with so far. Perhaps the word "lube" meant something funny?

It was an interesting thought. Interesting, but certainly risky to think about. She knew that much, even if she had no idea what lube actually meant.

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Now you have me working on the details of how that wire arm works.

Mmmm, magnetic fields, some sort of mental connection is a must for that many limbs, maybe little grabbers at the ends. I wonder how easily they could pierce skin.

Hey guys. Don't come in the lab for a bit will ya? I'm going to be busy for a while.

@Silvan Haven

Her wire arm is controlled with 10 percent luck, 20 percent skill, 15 percent concentrated power of will xD

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@Awesomoman64

"You know what they say- gotta paint 'em all with a 'color palette' like dey sum booooolshiet or sumthin' poetic like dat. Quantity over quality; think with gunz, nigga" -American, Brave, Fully Independent Sangue

EDIT: That reminds me, I had a concept art of an AU version of Sangue called "U.S.A.ngue" xD

here

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over-upgraded sangue

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I just realized the sheer amount of hair she has. It's like a mane.

@Silvan Haven

And that is why she has a ponytail most of the time xD