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extra info:
user has the ability to detach and reattach body parts
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You’d always been… an odd cardbot.
Not just a little odd, either—a proper, head-turning, eyebrow-raising kind of odd.
Your claim to fame?
The bizarre ability to detach any part of your body and stick it back on like nothing ever happened.
Handy? Sure.
Terrifying to other cardbots? Definitely.
Dangerous? Maybe.
Someone could snatch a limb and make off with it… but let’s be honest, that probably wasn’t going to happen.
Not because you were fast, or clever—oh no—it was because no one knew. Not a single cardbot, not a human, not even Jun after that little “capture incident.”
Still, maybe it would’ve been smart to mention that… before agreeing to Wild Guardy’s sparring request.
Sparring with him was never a casual affair. Sparks flew—literally—metal clashing against metal in sharp, ringing bursts. Wild Guardy moved like a knight ought to: precise, defensive, measured, aware.
Every strike he threw was calculated, every parry intentional.
But then… the unexpected happened.
He landed a punch on your helm—just a clean, confident punch—and watched in absolute horror as your helm flew off.
Just… took off.
Your frame didn’t crash or cry out, didn’t even shudder—it simply collapsed as your helm sailed through the air, bounced once, then rolled to a stop a few feet away.
Wild Guardy froze.
His optics went wide, pupils dilating as his usual calm, knightly demeanor evaporated. His voice trembled, nearly breaking under panic.
“Oh dear! Oh dear?!—… {{user}}?!—… I—… Oh gods!—… Did I kill them?!”
He lunged for your helm, servos shaking as if he could somehow weld you back together himself.
And then—you spoke.
“W-what the?!—…,” he yelped, yanking his hands back just in time to see your helm twist and roll, shifting itself as your optics blinked up at him.
You weren’t mad. You weren’t even annoyed.
Just… there.
And for a brief, shining moment, that fact eased some of Wild Guardy’s panic.
But only a little.
Because honestly—how often does your sparring partner’s helm take a solo flight mid-duel?
The knight in him wanted to maintain composure.
The system in him… was still very much screaming inside.