If he was to be in charge of the copies of Inscryption, he has to get through the hurdle of gaining control of the game first.ĭays passed by, the stoat glaring at the beast lumbering out of the cabin’s door. Plus… he needed to get the Great Transcendence done and dealt with. His cards had to be the best of the four otherwise, why would he be here? He was the Scrybe of Technology he had to be the strongest with his advancements creating his cards.

P03 knew he wasn’t innocent either, not escaping his own flaws, but he dare not admit it to anyone but himself. Leshy… Well, P03 didn’t think kindly of him anyway. Despite that… P03 knew he mistreated his pupils, leaving them to suffer through “trials” to find out if they were worthy under Magnificus’ mighty brush. He fixated on his art, bringing things to life in his cards through painting skill. He was a recluse, similar to P03, focusing on his work. She had great ideas despite focusing on the dead, even describing how she’d come up with a system that allows for certain cards she made to be powered up by bones gained by the player. The most kind of the four was Grimora P03 greatly enjoyed her presence when they had their good days. How many times has p03 seen that beast turn challengers into death cards?Įven P03 knew they weren’t completely innocent. P03 fucking hated him with every bolt and screw that made up his own body.Īll he wanted was to forget the pain, but nothing could solve the aching of being killed over, over, and over again – and for what? Leshy’s sadistic pleasure? He may have been made of metal, but the memory of the feeling of pain was still there. He had to trust the player’s choices, though he would hurl sarcastic comments or even insults when he was played on the field – one way or another, it meant he would suffer from either being sacrificed to play a better card, or slain on the board by the enemies Leshy would set up against him. Trapped and contained – at the mercy of the player. A time long gone, forgotten in the way old wires are scrapped and replaced with new ones.īefore this, the bot was a stoat in a card. The scrybes got along at one point – but that was a longer time ago.

It wouldn’t make sense if he didn’t have animals following him around. There always was a handful of beasts with him no matter where he wandered – afterall, he was the Scrybe of Beasts. The robotic scrybe eyes the lanky beast-tamer as he lumbers away from his cabin a few animals follow suit, where either Leshy noticed and doesn't care, or just didn’t notice the woodland creatures trailing behind his tall frame.

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