JUST ANOTHER WORKDAY FOR YOUR BUDDY, SAMPO! (DAY 20) So, being picked up and unceremoniously dumped into a, well, dumpster, was not quite what Sampo had in mind in terms of a welcome wagon, but he was nothing if not flexible. The robot's arms had been surprisingly strong, and his catlike reflexes did nothing to help him in this regard, simply because he hadn't been expecting it. Robots were not... uncommon for him, especially now that they lived in harmony with the people of Belobog, but you don't exactly expect your new buddy to just toss you in with the garbage!
The door shuts tight behind him, and his weight makes him sink deep into the plant matter---Only for the lid to open again and for more detritus to be thrown in on top of him.
"H-Hey! I'm not a plant!" He slams his fist against the sides of his new prison. "If it's money you want, I have a great deal for you, friend! How about you let ol' Sampo on out and we can chat, eh?"
He's not sure if any of these robots are the speaking type, like Svarog or Clara's buddies, but man! It sure would be helpful if they were. He thinks he can hear someone outside of the dumpster, but it's hard to tell, with all of the mechanical noises and the sound of plants being torn from the earth.
"Help? Anybody?"
SOMEBODY'S FOOTSTEPS? HAVE NO FEAR! SAMPO IS HERE, FREE OF CHARGE! (TERMS AND CONDITIONS APPLY) (DAY 20) Sampo's keen eyes catch a bystander, or perhaps a new client, nursing his jaw. The con artist entrepreneur smoothly makes his way over, a healthy amount of concern on his face. He always went the extra mile for a new client, and this one really seemed to need it.
"Why hello there, my friend! You seem to be in rough shape, perhaps I may be able to provide you a premium service? I'm well trained in first aid, I'll have you know--"
The other man turns, and Sampo's face falls just slightly, when he is very clearly brushed off, and his new friend takes off in a hurry. Not easily deterred, Sampo books it in that same direction, quite literally chasing the guy down, hot on his heels. He's fast, but this guy's a whole new level of speed. What gives? How was this fair?
"Sir! I just wanted to help you, really! I am also terribly lost--- If you really must go, can a guy get some directions?"
Unfortunately, whoever this was knew the Ship's layout much better than him, and even though Sampo wasn't getting any younger, he knew he was still a pretty flexible, limber guy. But his new friend just seemed to phase right through every obstacle like it was no big deal. Strange. Sampo does eventually lose sight of him, the sudden chase slowly tiring him out. He leans up against a wall to recover, panting and sweaty, struggling to grasp what all of this was, what any of it meant.
Just what was going on here? It all feels like a big prank that he's not part of.
Sampo Koski | Honkai: Star Rail
So, being picked up and unceremoniously dumped into a, well, dumpster, was not quite what Sampo had in mind in terms of a welcome wagon, but he was nothing if not flexible. The robot's arms had been surprisingly strong, and his catlike reflexes did nothing to help him in this regard, simply because he hadn't been expecting it. Robots were not... uncommon for him, especially now that they lived in harmony with the people of Belobog, but you don't exactly expect your new buddy to just toss you in with the garbage!
The door shuts tight behind him, and his weight makes him sink deep into the plant matter---Only for the lid to open again and for more detritus to be thrown in on top of him.
"H-Hey! I'm not a plant!" He slams his fist against the sides of his new prison. "If it's money you want, I have a great deal for you, friend! How about you let ol' Sampo on out and we can chat, eh?"
He's not sure if any of these robots are the speaking type, like Svarog or Clara's buddies, but man! It sure would be helpful if they were. He thinks he can hear someone outside of the dumpster, but it's hard to tell, with all of the mechanical noises and the sound of plants being torn from the earth.
"Help? Anybody?"
SOMEBODY'S FOOTSTEPS? HAVE NO FEAR! SAMPO IS HERE, FREE OF CHARGE! (TERMS AND CONDITIONS APPLY) (DAY 20)
Sampo's keen eyes catch a bystander, or perhaps a new client, nursing his jaw. The
con artistentrepreneur smoothly makes his way over, a healthy amount of concern on his face. He always went the extra mile for a new client, and this one really seemed to need it."Why hello there, my friend! You seem to be in rough shape, perhaps I may be able to provide you a premium service? I'm well trained in first aid, I'll have you know--"
The other man turns, and Sampo's face falls just slightly, when he is very clearly brushed off, and his new friend takes off in a hurry. Not easily deterred, Sampo books it in that same direction, quite literally chasing the guy down, hot on his heels. He's fast, but this guy's a whole new level of speed. What gives? How was this fair?
"Sir! I just wanted to help you, really! I am also terribly lost--- If you really must go, can a guy get some directions?"
Unfortunately, whoever this was knew the Ship's layout much better than him, and even though Sampo wasn't getting any younger, he knew he was still a pretty flexible, limber guy. But his new friend just seemed to phase right through every obstacle like it was no big deal. Strange. Sampo does eventually lose sight of him, the sudden chase slowly tiring him out. He leans up against a wall to recover, panting and sweaty, struggling to grasp what all of this was, what any of it meant.
Just what was going on here? It all feels like a big prank that he's not part of.
WILDCARD (DAY ???)
[Hit him up with anything!]