[ Things Futaba can do: code complex algorithms, provide essential support during heists, analyze a floor of some horrible magic metaverse, and memorize a sequence of information instantly on the go.
Things Futaba cannot do: keep from letting out a short scream. ] Wha—!? [ She practically jumps out of her skin, a flurry of leaves rising as she scrambles forward onto her palms. ]
Oh my god, you scared the crap outta— [ On the bright side, she's also startled out of her usual jitters, overwritten by new, improved jitters, but not so much that she can't stare wide-eyed at this... alien person. Are those horns? She consults her inner high fantasy rolodex—is this an... elf? A tiefling? ] Woah.
[ No sudden movements, Futaba. She doesn't quit staring, but she does slowly shrug. ] Uh. Okay.
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Things Futaba cannot do: keep from letting out a short scream. ] Wha—!? [ She practically jumps out of her skin, a flurry of leaves rising as she scrambles forward onto her palms. ]
Oh my god, you scared the crap outta— [ On the bright side, she's also startled out of her usual jitters, overwritten by new, improved jitters, but not so much that she can't stare wide-eyed at this... alien person. Are those horns? She consults her inner high fantasy rolodex—is this an... elf? A tiefling? ] Woah.
[ No sudden movements, Futaba. She doesn't quit staring, but she does slowly shrug. ] Uh. Okay.