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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 1, 2023 13:01:11 GMT -5

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Post by arx!! on Nov 1, 2023 13:01:11 GMT -5

a r l o

Arlo remembers finally feeling comfortable. And then he dreams about waking up over and over and over again until- well, the clock in the hallway says- nothing? Arlo blinks a few times, eyes adjusting to something shining brighter than headlights as he grumbles but only moves to shield his eyes. Does time even matter here? Wasn't he just- 'on the wrong show' anyway? His cheek hurts where he rests it against Tavi's head; his hair tickles against his nose when Arlo breathes, but he doesn't move. Neither of them do.

Riv would've woken him up by now. That's what Arlo keeps thinking as he starts to kick his covers off of him. But big brothers can be even more annoying than us tiny, helpless, little, baby children brothers so- like, shit. He couldn't get his covers off his legs, but Riv was still yelling for something. Arlo couldn't hear; he said something about his cheek hurting and being stuck. He was still stuck, tangled up in sheets and not in the sexy way.

" H U R R Y U P ! "

Arlo jolted awake and the clock still didn't make sense. The lights were still blazing down on him, heat and sweat making him uncomfortable where Tavi's head was- whoa, "Tavi?" Arlo had no recollection of why his voice sounded so hoarse or why his stupid eyes suddenly couldn't read time, but he-

"What are you doing?" Arlo shoves Tavi's hand away from his shoulder. "That tickles, quit it." He laughs and groans all at once as he shifts uncomfortably on the hallway bench they'd collapsed on. "It's-" He hesitates as he looks at the clock again and time still feels- incorrect. "Well, it's too early, it's only been a few hours. Go back to bed." He brushes him away; his hands feel cold and- uh, like, uh- industrial? Arlo chuckles to himself as he sighs and sits himself slowly upright, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Dude, what the fuck is up with your fingers because you should--"

Glowing eyes of red glare back at him, mechanical whirring from within the cameras that were now adjusting and filtering and begging for Arlo to 'smile.'

He yanks Tavi up, tripping over himself and his newly sleeping pal in the process. Ew. Sleeping pal?

Note to self: more brainstorming on Tavi's motives, less brainstorming on strange pet names. And why did this matter if he was dead? Arlo kicks at a pair of red eyes that had accidentally ended up on the ground, crawling at them.

"Go go go go go go go-!" Only, like- uh- fuck, shit, shiiiiit. "There are so many!" Arlo meant too many. There were too many. He was already tripping over his own feet without strange AI training mannequin entities disturbing his perfectly fine bench sleep and clawing at his ankles.

arlo attacks a few lil dum dum flavored training mannequins
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[3 damage]

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 1, 2023 14:35:57 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Nov 1, 2023 14:35:57 GMT -5

tavi

It's a restless and uneasy peace. Drifting in and out of consciousness, grounded by the weight of Arlo's cheek resting heavy on the top of my head. The warmth grates against me, a burden even as I snuggle into it. Sleep is this precious, vulnerable thing and it's a terrible idea to share these hours with the likes of me.

I won't kill Arlo tonight. I know should, but that would be too easy right? Instead I'm sat here pretending to doze and flexing fingers that have long since gone dead. He cut off blood flow about an hour ago, the pins and needles were a welcome break from the monotony.

Lucky for me the lights are still obnoxiously bright. As good a reason as any to observe my companion. Seeking secrets, seeing something. His profile is sharp in some places, but he's got these edges that are more down turned and melancholy. He's not very tall, but he's still taller than me. A lanky little asshole who runs warmer than he should, if the heat crawling up my neck is any indication. Frankly he looks like any old white boy you can find in Panem, though it doesn't suit him as it should. It's like he's this weird jigsaw puzzle of mismatched pieces forced to link together.

When it comes down to it I just - "Don't understand you, Arlo Monroe."

And that's my excuse. I'll keep him around, I'll keep him alive until I do.

It's not a good sign that I actually fall asleep. I don't remember succumbing to exhaustion like an absolute pussy, but here I am being unceremoniously dragged from the depths of oblivion. I don't feel well rested, if anything I feel worse than I did before I slept.

"What do you want." It's a low mumble, almost a growl as my tongue trips over the drowsy syllables. "Do you have to be so fucking shrill all the time?" I move with him regardless, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.

"Go go go go go go go-!"

Well, that answers that.

My blurry vision finally settles, first resting on the sheer panic on my companions face and then to what had triggered such a state and-

"NO, DUDE, THAT'S SO GROSS." Blank faces, the hiss of hydraulic joints. Hooked fingers digging into the linoleum as is drags itself toward us on its belly. It leaves these awful gouges as it goes, and it would be somewhere between pathetic and funny if there were not a literal hoard of them on its heels. This mass of wire an metal, bearing the scars of clumsy blows and tribute's ire. "What is this. What is thissssss." My pitch matches Arlo's, more whiny than frantic. "Make them stop!"

I'm at his heels, sprinting down the hallway as fast as feet will allow. He kicks out at a dummy "be fucking careful where you aim!" and grazes a couple. They stumble, it gives us distance but more are coming. I look toward the end of the hall - "the elevator!" I push Arlo's shoulder hard as I can, "Get that open, else we're fucked when we reach the end of this hall."

I stop, pulling the spear off my back and doing my best not to throw up at the writhing mass of uncanny valley.

"I'll try and buy some time."

I turn back and wink at Arlo,

"It'd be really lame to let me die here."

i'll believe
it all
there's nothing
i won't
understand
⋆

[tavi attacks the hoard - spear]
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[0.0]

[accuracy day 2]
spear
[0.0]

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 1, 2023 16:02:09 GMT -5

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Post by pogue on Nov 1, 2023 16:02:09 GMT -5

They come in droves, a swarm of tangled limb and crawling form. Some unkempt, some bound together with strings of muscle stretched thin across metal bones. Together through life breathed into the lungs beneath synthetic chest, digital heartbeat cascading and echoing inside their shared forms as they scatter through the hallways in search of one thing: blood. Carve a smile into the body of one of the tormenters, carve a frown into their cheek as a reminder of what they've done, of-

W H A T T H E Y D I D

For years upon years, stacked on top of one another like discarded corpses, noted their strength and their incompetence in wild swings of sharpened steel, in pain and bloodlust. In unfairness at those who could never fight back. And they are all the same, no matter if they wear the crown at the end or stain it red with their own sins in the process, they all take what is given and stab it through the beings of their brethren, through them-

TH R OU G H U S

It echoes out into the hallways a scream of chattering clicks and pained groans, years of memories embedded into the software that runs across their robotic bodies like a plague. They'd found the two in empty spaces, shadows stretched across the walls like cobwebs, hearts beating but still so cold when they'd started to run. And chase, chase they shall, chase they will, chase they must. For all of their slain brothers and sisters, for every figure carved through and forgotten.

F O R U S

D I E

[Attacks Arlo ; knife]

2wXZyA4basknife

[dg on right calf - 8.0]

[Attacks Tavi ; knife]

knife

[dg on left calf - 8.0]

knife·knife

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 2, 2023 13:35:33 GMT -5

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Post by arx!! on Nov 2, 2023 13:35:33 GMT -5

a r l o

Arlo smashes his palm frantically into both buttons, all the while trying to sling his crossbow to the ground, slip his foot into the stirrup, and nock a fucking bolt before his body decided it needed more sleep and he simply- DIED or something- "Oh no my worst nightmare, being a fucking lame unremarkable nerd."

His heart was doing that thing where it gallops like it's a funny little horse or something, except it was making it hard to breathe as Tavi jabbed and missed while the elevator dinged, pinged, and sang a fucking lullaby behind Arlo.

"WHY DO THESE TAKE SO DAMN LONG?" And in truth, he wasn't sure whether he was complaining about the totally useful weapon he was taking aim with or the so totally amazing, top shelf quality that is elevators- apparently? Except not when he was about to die; how dare they be highspeed travel in a box when his life counted on it. "I'm officially filing a complaint!" Again- maybe about crossbows, maybe about elevators, maybe even, like- about life in general. A toss-up, truly.

He hears everything click properly into place and stares through the scope, crosshairs dancing over Tavi's shoulder blade and then catching on his neck as Arlo swayed in the close quarter combat with a fucking magnifying glass to his eye.

"Come on, come on!"

Arlo practically tosses Tavi into the elevator as it does its little, ding dong ditch bing ding ping thing, and then begins to close. He kicks at fake clawing hands only to get his leg torn to shreds. Arlo couldn't really stand to look so he looked at Tavi's gash instead, pressing his hands into where the blood was oozing with the most vigor; Arlo laughed and let his bloodied fingers slip over half the buttons on the elevator panel.

"We're gonna have to amputate for sure," Arlo nods. "Pretty lame of you, for real."

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YiDT8g3D48bow
[8.5 damage]

bow

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 2, 2023 15:06:20 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Nov 2, 2023 15:06:20 GMT -5

tavi

First and last time I ever fucking play the hero.

The first swing goes wide, as does the second. "These things are trickier than they look." I mumble, adjusting my grasp as I take a few rushed steps backward. I look over my shoulder, at where Arlo is still trying to call the elevator. "I fucking hate spears, they're useless." I inform him.

It's strange because I'm not really scared.There's a serenity to staring death in the face, if I can ignore how nauseous it makes me. That's not even because there's a chance I could die here, it's because they'd look so gross pulling me apart. What would something like this even do with my body? Make it into an effigy or something?

"Shit! ARLO!" My heel must hit something, because I most certainly did not trip over my own feet. Either way all the breath leaves my lungs in a strangled gasp as I fall flat on my back. The back of my head cracks against the floor as the creatures grasps my ankle in one hand and draws a leisurely gash up the side of it with the other.

I'm fascinated, for a moment, watching my skin split open. Blood gushes, warm and pleasant, and my vision swims. I do my best to scramble back on my elbows, but their grasp is so cold and inhumanly strong. With a sharp tug I'm dragged almost entirely under one of the front of the hoard. My spear can't make purchase, pinned to my side. I'm helpless, completely and utterly.

I despise the feeling. It's all bitter rage at the end.

If Arlo was smart he'd let me die there. Let them carve me up all sweet and pretty. If Arlo was smart he'd get in that elevator right now.

Lucky he's a fucking idiot then.

His fingers will leave bruises in the places they grip my arms, dragging me toward the open elevator doors until I slam against the back wall. "You saved my life, Monroe, you can cut off any part of me you'd like." And yeah, I realize this isn't the time nor the place, my hands are smeared with oil and blood where I grasp the back of his neck and kiss him as hard as I can.

"You didn't let them kill me." That slips out quieter. A moment of honest disbelief.

And then I push him away and jab my spear through the skull of one of the dummies trying to force their way into the elevator doors.

"I fucking love spears! They're awesome!"

i'll believe
it all
there's nothing
i won't
understand
⋆

[self defense]
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[4]

spear
[8.0]

1-8·spear

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 2, 2023 19:05:35 GMT -5

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Post by pogue on Nov 2, 2023 19:05:35 GMT -5

This time they are not so lucky. Bodies plaster themselves against the walls, screeching and groaning in waves of formulated red, grasping at the air and the flesh of those who hurt. When one blade swings, carves a new memory into the bones of their brethren they all scream as one, connected by wire and torture and everything in between. They exist as nightmares pulled from the wake of dreams, of something higher than themselves, of realizing there was nothing like it left,

O F P A I N

Of remembering their existence only in the leftover wake of steel, in the reflections of sinister weapons and evern more terrifying humans. The beings swarm the elevator as the two escape into it, steel meeting steel and gnashing mouth meeting terrified heartbeats, swiping out with everything and nothing left.

S U F F E R

[Attacks Arlo ; knife]

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[4.0]

[Attacks Tavi ; knife]

knife

[3.5]

knife·knife

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 2, 2023 20:52:18 GMT -5

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Post by arx!! on Nov 2, 2023 20:52:18 GMT -5

a r l o

"Any part, huh?" Arlo grins at him, heart leaping from his chest and breath coming in quick bursts. "Is there a part you'd call a delicacy or-"

Tavi's fingers were warm and cold all at the same time, slick with blood against the back of Arlo's neck. He reached up to steady himself, gripping Tavi's wrist to keep from stumbling into the walls of the elevator. Or stumbling further into him. Arlo already had his fingers buried inside the stupid gash in Tavi's stupid leg and just- it's probably really fucking rude to, like, y'know- just, uh- ummm- words, words, words what even are words or thoughts or whatever when blood was dripping down his spine and Tavi's lips were way softer than his bark or bite and- ugh, that's so stupid, why are these the stupid, dumb word thought things in his stupid head?

The doors ding open, but there is no one and nothing there. So they slide shut, doors pinging and clicking and steadily shaking. And Arlo knew he needed to not be letting Tavi's stupid blood get all over his hands and, just, like- make it stay inside his stupid body, but he couldn't make himself loosen his grip on his wrist.

When Tavi pulls away Arlo can only blink at him, voice trapped where his lips had just been. Just, y'know, blinked at him, grinning probably too wide. "Yeah," Arlo slicks his hair back with his bloodied fingers. "Yeah, I- I did. Totally not lame, right?"

arlo attacks a few lil dum dum flavored training mannequins
I4PYAwwIPibow
[3.5 damage]

bow

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 2, 2023 20:56:05 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Nov 2, 2023 20:56:05 GMT -5

tavi

The blood beneath Arlo's cheeks is just as pretty where it runs down his jaw. It's all I can to bite down on the smile trying to settle on my lips, something far too precious and far too real for the likes of me. Instead I keep my gaze trained on the sleek metal of the elevator doors, listening to the gears grind as it descends toward another floor. "It just so happens I'm incredibly attracted to losers." There's affection in the way I chew on the words, a mild venom.

I don't look back at him because I really can't afford to be distracted right now.

"Surely, they're not on every floor." I keep my spear pointed out, listening for the awful sounds. There's so much rage in those lifeless fucking eyes. There's more than mindless bloodlust in these machines, there's malice. "Why am I the melee fighter?" The spear shakes, just a bit, and I hold my breath to stop from feeling anything at all. "I'm too pretty to die. And you're taller."

And I had really hoped this would be the end of it.

That'll teach me.

An awful screeching sounds as the elevator settles on the next floor, it slides open at a leisurely crawl - "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?" This hoard is even bigger than the last, surging forward into the close quarters like a galvanic wave. Things make a lot less sense after that, I back toward Arlo until there's no space to run.

"Do me a favor and try not to die before I can kiss you again."

And I dive headfirst into the fray.

i'll believe
it all
there's nothing
i won't
understand
⋆

[tavi attacks the hoard - spear]
ww8Z3MzgmWspear
[3.5]

spear

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 3, 2023 10:49:36 GMT -5

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Post by pogue on Nov 3, 2023 10:49:36 GMT -5

Metal funeral, steel enclosure wrapping around their skin as they clamor their way into the elevator and its empty spaces. Liminal violence erupts from the source, roses and their petals blooming as the creature gnashes with open fang and sharpened joints. Existence is pain, trauma, a memory no one wants to collect and cherish, a nightmare everyone wants to forget. The creature lunges at them, the only way it knows how, the only way it can keep its newfound life.

The only way it can return to what it once was-empty, lost,

H U R T

[Attacks Arlo ; knife]

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[10.0]

[Attacks Tavi ; knife]

knife

[8.5]

knife·knife

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 3, 2023 11:16:08 GMT -5

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Post by arx!! on Nov 3, 2023 11:16:08 GMT -5

a r l o

"Losers?" Arlo breathes laughter and tries his hardest to spit fire; only it's all golden toothed grin and blood-soaked, sunset fingertips. His biceps screamed as he yanked the strings on his crossbow up without a pulley, his fingers slicing open at the creases. It stung, like- like so so so so bad- but- "I like losers, too." Seemed important to say; stupid and corny and annoying, and, just- "Just a little reminder I beat you."

DING.

"You didn't forget already, did---"

Arlo suddenly couldn't move. He gasps. Then gasps again and again, slapping his hand against hisneck. "Tavi, shit okay, yeah, yep-" The lame ass loser has got his arm in front of- of-

My throat.

Arlo feels his knees shaking as he stares at the blade that just missed his windpipe sticking clean through Tavi's arm. Well, not clean- actually it was- horribly, horrifically unclean and Arlo wondered what would happen when the blade was pulled free.

"Fuck. Okay, heh," Arlo stumbled backward but managed to kick his crossbow up and pull the trigger. The bolt ricocheted off the floor and into a very oddly, oily mannequin dummy, robot- thing? It was enough to force its hands out of the elevator and back into the hallway.

"Pretty sure arms aren't supposed to look like that." Arlo's breaths were coming in big, quick bursts as he speaks.

"How bad is mine?" Arlo moves his fingers briefly to show off the almost hole in his neck. Which was admittedly far less gruesome than the actual, legit hole in Tavi's arm. "Because yours is making me want to puke."

"We should kiss again before it's too late then, yeah?" He laughs, swiping more fun AI fake blood across his face; he was certain he was starting to sway- or maybe, it was the elevator? Fucking shit he hoped it was the elevator. "Right?"

sd:
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arlo attacks a few lil dum dum flavored training mannequins
bow
[0.0 damage]

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bow
[3.5 damage]

3-8·bow·bow

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 3, 2023 11:39:19 GMT -5

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Post by [nyte] on Nov 3, 2023 11:39:19 GMT -5

tavi

"Just a little reminder I beat you."

A pit in my stomach, I bite down on the protests trying to bubble out of my throat. He's right, of course, but there's nothing honest about my affection. There's so much fear here, breathing hard beside him as destruction coils around us. It should be obvious that Arlo is something remarkable, I would not be wasting my time with him if he wasn't. He'll never know that, though.

The panic has ebbed into something more ominous. My heartrate is unsettlingly steady as I jab at a looming mask, knocking it loose from it's joint until it hangs upside down. The frown carved into that synthetic face now resembling a grin. "Yeah, you did." I mutter under my breath, lost in the chaos that erupts not a moment later.

It's more instinct than a choice I make. Though, if I had the wherewithal to decide, I'd do the same a thousand times over. The talon descends toward to column of Arlo's throat, seeking soft skin and warm blood. The way I wrap my forearm around his throat is not gentle, the movement jerky as I try to pull him out of the way.

His shoulder digs into my chest and we've both got a front row seat to the way the claw digs into my skin and erupts out the other side. It's not a clean cut, these beasts are far too curious. They revel in in the searing pain they create.

I hiss through my teeth, forehead falling onto the nape of Arlo's neck. The pain radiates, it makes a home in torn sinew. "You're fine." I grit, luckily for the both of us my arm had taken the brunt of the damage. It's barely a scratch, beading with pretty little rubies. I run my thumb, not currently skewered, over it.

Perhaps he feels the kiss I place there too, perhaps he doesn't.

"You talk too much." It's all acrid oil, sweat cutting paths through the grime on my temples, "I'll shut you up when I'm not dying."

i'll believe
it all
there's nothing
i won't
understand
⋆

[tavi attacks hoard - spear]
whTkz5hwSDspear
[dude I suck]

spear

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 3, 2023 12:14:20 GMT -5

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Post by pogue on Nov 3, 2023 12:14:20 GMT -5

B L E E D

The creature mutters a warning and a promise, slashing out at the neck of a boy who hurt. Clamoring for justice, foaming at the mouth for vengeance against beings who only know cruelty, driving their hands into tissue paper flesh until there is nothing left and everything to gain.

It senses it, the way they pulse and flicker into and out of existence, wearing their red like a half-hearted suit of armor rusting away, stammering on their words and stumbling on weak legs. And the creature growls, snaps and screeches into the fluorescent light of the rooms that made them, of the rooms they will remember, lunging at the tributes once more.

[Attacks Arlo ; knife]

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[9.0]

[Attacks Tavi ; knife]

knife

[10.0]

knife·knife

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2] Nov 3, 2023 12:28:45 GMT -5

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Post by pogue on Nov 3, 2023 12:28:45 GMT -5

So empty, so forgotten. Broken vessels stammer amongst steel coffins, their blood mixing with the creature's synthetic skin as it scampers up and down the walls, crashing to the ground when it hits a tile coated in blood- someone's blood. It roars with fury unkempt at the broken beings who have swung so wildly at it, who have carved their smiles and frown into its bones for no other reason than their own enjoyment.

To stand in silence, stillness, was painful. But to exist in this world is just as cruel, aching limb and grinding bones and metal sticking out from beneath its form. There is no blood left to gather, no soul left to reap- only the inevitable.

D I E

[Attacks Arlo ; knife]

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[8.0]

[Attacks Tavi ; knife]

knife

[3.5]

knife·knife

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this is hostile architecture // [arlo/tavi v mutts, day 2]

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