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It seemed that the tension had deflated enough so that violence would not be made, so Press put away his stun guns back into his storage cube. He flexed his right hand, the one that was wearing the glove for quick access to his cube, and wondered if he should make another one for his left hand. Deciding that he'd make it later, he cast those thoughts aside and let out a sigh. He turned to the guy asking if they were ready and responded with, "Ready as can be."

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(Guess I'll help the blind person.)

Press had his attention on the bitch and the man of rage when he heard someone behind him ask for help. He turned around and saw Magara, if he recalled her name correctly. He looked back at the two, then said to Magara, "Oh sure, no problem. No need to apologize, I understand." He looked down at Carl and said, "Hey boy, let's go get some food. Come on, boy," using the tone of voice that people used when talking to pets. He went over to the cupboards and found the ones holding the cups and plates. He set those on the table and looked around for some dog food. He eventually found a bag and filled a bowl with it, then set it on the ground for him. He then took the cup and plate off the table and handed them over to Magara, saying, "Here you go. Anything else you need, just ask."

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@SaraRPs lol you're one to talk. What are YOU doing up so early? It's only 7 am for me, so I THINK I'm good there.

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Hmmm, fair point, Eyeris. And yeah, I took Mag's blindness into account, so I don't blame you there.

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Oooo, aversion to iron? Might wanna stay away from Press, then. He's the awesome guy dealing with mechanical works of art that can fly, shoot lasers, and who knows what else, which no one seems to notice around here, despite having a bird on his shoulder, and wearing mechanical stuff (Hint hint guys). Basically, me.

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Press was almost done with his breakfast when he heard someone with an angry tone in his voice. He took his attention away from his breakfast enough to put his hand near the opening of his storage cube and take out a stun gun. He finished the rest of his cereal, checked that his stun gun was fully charged, and went over to the direction of the voice. If push came to shove, then someone had to do something about it. It was the boy who had fallen yesterday, scolding the one who had stolen all the bagels. Nathan and Cora, if he remembered. Apparently the match up was getting worse and worse already, and he took another stun gun out of his cube, just in case.

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Press had no desire to mingle with the others, just content to listen. Making a simple breakfast of cereal in the kitchen, he sat down on a chair and began to eat. He would've gotten a bagel, but it seemed someone had already stolen a bag of them. Meanwhile, Horus kept watch of their surroundings to make sure no one approached his master unnoticed.

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Press did the usual routine: brushing his teeth, washing his face, and relieving himself. After which, he double checked his turret system, which now consisted of 4 cameras, including one hidden, all linked to 4 turrets, including one hidden inside one of those "The most useless machine ever" devices.

Satisfied that all was well, he exited his room, closing and locking it behind him. Then he removed himself from the "trusted" list that told the cameras not to fire the turrets at, just in case he was compromised somehow. Now he moved on toward the group, at least the ones who were up and walking. "Come on, Horus, time to join our comrades," he muttered to his trusty automaton falcon on his shoulder.

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Press opened his eyes feeling completely refreshed when the alarm sounded. He was used to waking up early, as sometimes his machines failed during the middle of the night and he had to fix them. He got out of bed already wearing his normal clothes, unlike some who would wear pajamas. He sent a mental command to Horus, who landed on Press' outstretched arm and walked up to his shoulder. He grabbed his storage cube, since he never left without it, and put on a newly made glove he created last night. It would allow for quick access to his cube without the need to unlock it. Of course, it only worked for him, since the glove would grab nothing out unless Press gave his cube the mental command to place the desired object in his glove. Satisfied, he brushed his clothes off, attempting to straighten out the wrinkles in his clothes, and made sure his turret defense system was still operational.

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I'm up for skipping to training day. At this point, I'm almost out of things for Press to do, besides work on his armor.