App dug through her memories as she walked back to Molly and flopped down next to her. Fire. Glass shattering. Screaming. Her eyes snapped open quickly and App took a deep breath before answering, "I believe most of them to be dead. Was that answer satisfactory?"
Molly tilts her head from side to side before sighing.
"I guess," she breathes.
She turns briefly to look at Clovis over her shoulder. He leans up against the wall behind the other, sleeping good and hard. Or it would appear he was sleeping hard. He actually slept pretty lightly.
She looks back to Apollyon.
"Your turn."
('Sup Bucky!?)
App took a moment before asking, "What is your goal for the immediate future? Besides simply surviving I mean." 'That's not what you really wanted to ask, now was it?' She muttered to herself, "Shut up."
(…..Is that confusion?)8k
(Oh lol never mind my brain just uber wilted right now…. .I thought it was like “Hey bucky” rather than “sup” I literally need to go back to preschool)
('Sup Bucky!?)
App took a moment before asking, "What is your goal for the immediate future? Besides simply surviving I mean." 'That's not what you really wanted to ask, now was it?' She muttered to herself, "Shut up."
(Heyy! Having good life, man. A goooood life.)
She nods a bit and looks back to the sky.
"I dunno. Surviving and making sure others survive. Most of the idiots in the world right now are too afraid to fight for their lives." she scratches her head before going on. "My turn. What were you originally? Like, human?"
App thought about this. "I think…. I was created from human DNA at first, yes. I believe my other adjustments were made later." She then fished around her head for another question. "Would you ever kill zombies just for the fun of it?"
Molly narrows her eyes.
"I wouldn't kill anything just for the fun of it. You know what?" She squints to the world beyond the platform. "Being in wars makes you develop ways of coping with death and murder. I guess- I guess I make jokes. I say it's fun. You know what it really is?" She turns to look Apollyon in the eyes. "It's torture. It's murder." She lets the quiet words sink in before looking away, her hair flicking around her face.
"Do you think We're on the good side or bad side of this?"
(Hey…I might have to leave this…I can't follow it at all.)
(eeeiii, okie.)(HAVE A GOOD LIFE AARON)(you're still welcome on the chat page :D)
Molly narrows her eyes.
"I wouldn't kill anything just for the fun of it. You know what?" She squints to the world beyond the platform. "Being in wars makes you develop ways of coping with death and murder. I guess- I guess I make jokes. I say it's fun. You know what it really is?" She turns to look Apollyon in the eyes. "It's torture. It's murder." She lets the quiet words sink in before looking away, her hair flicking around her face.
"Do you think We're on the good side or bad side of this?"
App sighed and stared at the dark sky as she answered, "You're on the good side of this. Don't ever doubt that." She dangled her legs over the platform edge. "Your turn for a question."
Molly narrows her eyes.
"I wouldn't kill anything just for the fun of it. You know what?" She squints to the world beyond the platform. "Being in wars makes you develop ways of coping with death and murder. I guess- I guess I make jokes. I say it's fun. You know what it really is?" She turns to look Apollyon in the eyes. "It's torture. It's murder." She lets the quiet words sink in before looking away, her hair flicking around her face.
"Do you think We're on the good side or bad side of this?"
App sighed and stared at the dark sky as she answered, "You're on the good side of this. Don't ever doubt that." She dangled her legs over the platform edge. "Your turn for a question."
(Sorry I'm so late D: Babysitting all day long means trying to finish all of your school in one hour)(sweats)
(Also, Molly's question was already asked, 'Do you think we're on the good side or bad side of this')(App's turn:D)
Molly sighs quietly.
"You just answered my question, idiot. It's your turn." She says the words casually.
App shrugged. "I didn't think that counted. But ok. Ummm… Would you kill me if I were a threat to the rest of the group?" Her face showed no distress at the question.
Molly looks over at Apollyon.
"Listen, a threat is okay. I can go with a threat. If you were evil, like went all out trying to murder everyone and there wasn't another way, I'm sure someone else would do it." She turns and looks beyond the platform again.
"Henry was trying to kill us. He hurt Clovis and I, but when the chance came there wasn't a reason to kill him. He wasn't evil. He came to bring back Claire. Her own business. Clovis is a threat," She runs her hands through her hair and huffs, "geeeeeeez, he's a threat 24/7. He could blow up whenever for whatever reason. And he's big, so it's hard to take him down. But you know what?" She faces Apollyon again, "it's not his fault. I wont kill him."
(Molly, being a wonderful person)(^^^)
(Oh wow. Imma sorta kinda bored, sooo….)
Claire suddenly stirred. "Hm?……" She hummed, shifting around. "Is…. Is it m-morning yet….?"
Dare looked down at her. He had been kinda zoning out, simply focused on the conversation on the platform. 'So Apollyon is worried about being a threat…' "I don't believe so Cupcake. It's still dark out…" He pulled her closer. "Are you warm?" He fussed over her and ran his fingers through her hair, combing out any tangles she had gotten in her sleep.
Apollyon replied, "Alright. But have someone kill me if I turn psychotic or something, m'kay? You're turn." She chewed the inside of her cheeks in thought.
Claire hummed when Dare spoke. "I'm….. Warm….ish…." She burrowed into his chest. "And no one is ….. Is…. Killing anyone….." She yawned, tucking her arms to her body.
'Yet…' Dare thought darkly. He wrapped his arms around her. "Nope." He kissed the top of her head. "Feeling better now though?"
Claire smiled when he felt him kiss her, and she pecked him back. She hummed again, "… Mmm…. Love you."
Dare kissed her again. "Tá mé i ngrá leat freisin. But you didn't answer my question…" He played with a strand of her hair.
"I… Suppose…." She rubbed her eyes cutely (:3). "Th-this dress…. Though…." Claire shifted a bit uncomfortably. "It – it's tight on my–" She flushed. There was no way she was gonna say that. Not right in front of him.
(Oh noes)
Dare tilted his head like a confused puppy. "Tight on what?" Then he registered her red face and decided to let it go. "Why don't you go change then? Your other clothes should be dry now."
"I'm too tired," She said lazily, stretching up at her waist and arching her back inwardly. "And besides…. I think I don't look half bad in th… This thing."
Dare nuzzled her neck. "But you're not comfy…" he whined.
