Somehow I feel as though I should know better

[protects_the_small]

No.

I'm busy.

Comments

This'll learn ya.

[invadingspaces]

Yes.

You will be are being invaded.

When I ask YOU for 'anything' I already KNOW I'll get anything

[protects_the_small]

[Kel blinks, involuntarily resting a hand on the pommel of her sword, but really too bemused to do anything more]

Is that so? What for?

Yep!

[invadingspaces]

You have a space.
This space.

I will take it. We will take it.

[protects_the_small]

[A slight grin, but she moves two steps to the left]

Alright, now you can invade it.

[invadingspaces]

[The Invader processes this new piece of information for a second. This is an unusual development. Typical reactions include, from its experience, ignoring its demand or attack responses. Compliance is rare.

... but acceptable.]

Yes.

[It moves slowly, and far more jerkily than any object should move, to 'claim' the space that was just vacated.]

[protects_the_small]

[The grin becomes a little more amused. If it's invaded THAT space, what about the one left behind?]

So what are you?

[invadingspaces]

I am an Invader. It is my purpose.

[protects_the_small]

[a chuckle]

And what about the space you leave behind?

[invadingspaces]

[Processing... processing... there's a long pause here before it comes to a satisfactory answer.]

They have been invaded.

[protects_the_small]

Do they stay that way?

[She's very amused at how earnest it is]

[invadingspaces]

...

[It never really thought about that. Thinking...]

Yes. They have been invaded. They belong to Command.

[Another pause.]

If they do not, they will be invaded.

[protects_the_small]

[Kel covers her mouth, buuut it doesn't stop the laughing.]

[invadingspaces]

[It simply hovers. Invasion successful.
At least until a new space catches its attention.]

[thanksandthanksagain]

Even if we are busy, we should always be open to new experiences.

[Look at that Captain America-smile. What a boyscout.]

[protects_the_small]

She's taking me away from my work.

[Her eyes are narrowed, but that and the fierce tone are the only things that betray her anger. No rage fits here]

I have enough new or exciting experiences as it is.

[Lies]

[thanksandthanksagain]

Ah yes, I see. My apologies for assuming.

I have a rather busy job as well. Perhaps your mundane will be sympathetic?

[protects_the_small]

[That's a tightening around the mouth.]

I doubt it.

[thanksandthanksagain]

[Your stoic expression only makes his smile all the more apparent. He is going to make this sound positive no matter what.]

What was your job? If I may ask...

[protects_the_small]

[She sighs]

I'm a knight, currently I'm assigned to protect and run the town of New Hope.

[She shoots an actual glare towards the writer]

Or I was...

[thanksandthanksagain]

That is a fantastic occupation, miss!

Keep up the good wor-

[Oh, that last part.]

Was...?

[protects_the_small]

It's a little hard to fight a WAR from this...wherever it is.

[mostloyalto1]

[Ah... a human.

Eight isn't completely sure how to react to one of those, especially not without One here. He'll give it his best shot though.]

Busy with what?

[Don't mind this ten inch tall stitchpunk, he's only mildly curious about you Kel.]

[protects_the_small]

[....Well. This is something she's never seen before. She's heard stories of darkings, of course, but this small doll doesn't look at all like a living puddle of ink.

Kel kneels down to get a better look, though she tries not to loom too much.

...'Try' is hard when you're her height]

Busy with work. It's harvest time.

[MustnotpokeMustnotpokeMustnotpokeMustnotpokeMustnotpoke]

[sandwormie]

They don't tend to care much. Maybe she'll decide to take you from when things are boring?

[protects_the_small]

[She's been stuck in the same place for a year and a half, it's already quite boring. Not that she'll say so]

No, she hasn't. It doesn't matter if things are calming down, I'm still needed. And besides, I need to work, not play these games.