"I think the biggest thing I miss from being organic is eating, yunno?" His voice trailed off as the conversation diverted into something new.
"hold on you have a neural interface with your mech right?"
"Yea?"
"Let me see the port,” before verbal consent was given he reached for one of the cords that were meant to plug into his machine. Gently he traced the rubber to its tip and took a long analytical glance at the output end of the node. After he was satisfied he dropped it without care.
"hold on. I think I have something." And he left him outside without another word.
Curious, he followed him to his workbench. Littered with various parts, projects, and tools. Most for his mech others for body modification. It was hard to observe exactly what he was trying to do without distracting, so he decided to stay surprised. Rummaging through drawers for electrical bits and bobbles ports, wires, resistors, lightbulbs. Anything he deamed useful placed alongside the cornucopia on the bench. He sat down on one of the work stools.
After a couple of flashes of light from the solderer and heat gun, he one again turned to face him. "here we are" he drew in close, reaching for his neural connection again,"if you can synchronize with a mech then why not another person" he paused. Face slightly blushed with the implications of their blurring boundaries shattering.
He just nodded and took the hand that held the makeshift adapter, drawing it closer to it's target.
He placed his end first. A soft click and a flicker of a small led light. The other connection was a tad more robust. As it slid in the crackle of electrical feedback gave way to a slurry of information. Thoughts that weren't his, the feeling of his hands within another's, standing while simultaneously sitting, the soft lull of music being played in the back of their mind.
The thoughts fired at a different language than his but somehow he could still understand their intentions, a mixture of curiosity, excitement, embarrassment, distraction, and passion.
And his vision.
Their vision.
The double, no, quadruple input of signals lead neither one of them sure of where to focus.
It was almost overwhelming.
He could feel his heart racing.
*Wait he didn't have a heart anymore*
They simultaneously disconnected.
One stunned with heavy breathing, both with electrical fans going haywire. They stared at each other in silence. Neither certain of the implications of this act but knowing that whatever it was it changed their trajectory forever.
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What title would Ganondorf have? I know he's referred to as the Demon King or as a king by most people but Riju uses the title Chieftess, Lady and Makeela (idk if that last one is her first name or a Gerudo title). Does anyone know how the Gerudo would refer to Ganondorf? Would the also call him king or would they call him chief?
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Man I'm really bringing down the vibe here.
Episode 53 Part 27
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Gale sketches for my next render, I might try a new paint style and will definitely add more details later.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about Gale as a necromancer, who's body is rotting from the orb and only keeping his appearance up with the Weave. My inspo is from the Sandman comics, @/GarnetDawn's rendition of Gale's arcane hunger, and Eternals from Divinity.
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