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Description

~{ | : | Kukuri-ARPG | : | }~

Beauty Contest:
Greyscale

Noita simp and main kukuri:
Sleevekii 12007

Lovely couple at the end:
Loptous 10923 and Alexandria 11335
belonging to SpaceCinna

Words total: 1137

A bit wonky writing, as localization is proved again to be troublesome.
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With a dull thud, boxes hit the floor, rolling offendedly to the side and hissing in response.

- Where it is? Where? - Light-hazel rook irritably buzzed under his breath and diligently sorted out a pile of the master's rubbish.

Dust flew around the room like a snowfall. However, it didn't have possibility to settle down somewhere, as it was shaken up again. "Well, wow, what a lazy owner. Only pretends to be cleaning. What he can do without me?" in parallel a tired kukuri spoke in his head. A few insects huddled on the edge of the shelf, looking at the working kukuri with interest, and maybe a pity. Sometimes they scurried away fearfully when the healthy luminous face dived to the upper shelves, and gathered back when he descended to the lower ones.

- HERE IT IS! - A sudden exclamation of happiness resounded around the room, and all the spots on the kukuri's body joined the modest light of the lamp. - My key to the heart of the most beautiful Noita. - said the rook and with all the drama that he only possessed, he collapsed on the handler's bed. All the gray dragon scales were assembled, now it was time to start sewing them together.

He looked at how pale, but still provocatively, and very elegantly, the scales shimmered in the light.

- Oh yes, Sleevekii, well done! - he praised himself and grabbed the first cockroach that came across, and then he spoke - My plan is simple and reliable, like these scales are! - Lev chattered merrily, closing one eye and clutching the scale in the other hand.

He sat down on a chair with wheels and wheeled to the dressing table.

- I will make a fantastic outfit out of these lovely scales! Then Noitanimoba will definitely see me, appreciate my creativity and give me her magic kiss. - Lev blew a kiss at a photo of Noita hanging on the wall. The face of this feathered beast looked into the very soul, and this is what conquered the heart and mind of Sleevekii.

The cockroach looked puzzled at the big kukuri.

- What, you don't know who it is?

The cockroach shook his head.

- This is Noitanimoba Detnemmoc. The most affectionate, most tender and most beautiful dove in the whole world. - With a languid sigh, the luminous rook murmured. - Periodically, the light of my eyes arranges a Beauty Contest. There is a theme to dress up for, and later she evaluates how well this simple condition is met. A-and the theme of the current contest is... "Greyscale" - With mysteriousness in intonation, Lev fanned open several plates in his hands, hiding his face with them.

The cockroach twitched its antennae.

- You don't understand? - Kukuri clicked indignantly. - Look. "Greyscale" and "Gray Scales". Well? Did something stir in your head?

There was a small shrill laugh.

- Ah, you bastard! - Sleevekii crushed the negligent insect and waved this same paw towards the top shelf, so that all his fellow tribesmen could see. - That what's gonna happen to y'all!

The rest of the cockroaches fled in horror in all possible directions, while this eccentric didn’t throw out something else. They are not cats, they do not have nine lives. "No way I'll be wasting time on every little thing," snorted the kukuri and began the second round of searching. He still needed to find a stronger thread and a thicker awl.

Several days passed. A visibly sleepy kukuri looked proudly at his creation. There were tons of rubbish all over the floor: spools, sawdust, splinters, pieces of thread and rags, torn papers, gnawed pencils, everything was powdered with dust, the corpses of cockroaches and other domestic and non-domestic kills. Yes, the owner will not like it, but who asked his opinion after all?

Finally, came the day of the long-awaited show. Sleevekii was at the ready. The outfit, or more correctly, the armoured dress, sat on him just fine. The scales gleamed proudly in the moonlight. Some scales have been further polished to create a translucent effect. These were needed to gradually blend in his velvet hazel coat. The fasteners, straps and seams were barely visible, it seemed that this kukuri had a special scaled mutation; that was the initial trick he planned to play out.

Snobbishly passing everything and everyone in his path, he finally came to the spot where Beauty Contests usually take place. "Ha, no one dared to challenge me!" thought the fashionable common and immediately tripped over a sign, which were saying: "The event has been moved to an abandoned altar."

- Is that a joke? I didn't even know about this! - he spit with slight fury.

Apparently, while Lev was hard working in his handler's lair, the event was moved to another place. The fact that it is set in the area, which takes the same amount of time as it would take to walk to the moon by own feet. Thousands of stone steps lead to the altar itself, and all this is uphill, going up to, although not long, but is tiring. Reluctantly, the overdressed handsome trudged towards his destination. That made Sleevekii feel ill. There is nothing else to do. Do not dust the same clothes in the end?

...

However, on the way to the steps, the exhausted Lev has fallen. He was tired. All these scales weighed a lot, and as luck would have it, sleepless nights made themselves known.

With the corner of his ear he caught the cooing of an upcoming couple. The sound grew and soon came completely over lying rook:

- Oh, Loptous, look what a poor fella! - With pity said the common crimson dove, she had dark smoke around her limbs and elegant white stripes on the sides. - Right in front of the stairs, what a failure.

Her companion, a candied crimson aerial with royal grey stripes, apparently Loptous, nodded.

- That what happens when people take the burden that is over their heads, honey. - He said with pity and more excitetely added - Come on, Alexandria, we still need to catch up the banquet.

- Do not be sad! - finally threw Alex to Sleevekii and that was the last clear memory tired kukuri captured before fainting.

---

The light switch clicked. Rustles were heard in the corridor, and a minute later a jacket was already hanging on a hook. Its owner didn't yet suspect that he was about to turn gray for the second time from the picture that was waiting in the bedroom. After five minutes of calmness, in the deathly silence, a cry full of rage carried through the obscure building: "SLEEVEKII!"

Alas, Romeo never reached his unsuspecting Juliet.

Description

~{ | : | Kukuri-ARPG | : | }~

Beauty Contest:
Greyscale

Noita simp and main kukuri:
Sleevekii 12007

Lovely couple at the end:
Loptous 10923 and Alexandria 11335
belonging to SpaceCinna

Words total: 1137

A bit wonky writing, as localization is proved again to be troublesome.
______________________________________________________________________

With a dull thud, boxes hit the floor, rolling offendedly to the side and hissing in response.

- Where it is? Where? - Light-hazel rook irritably buzzed under his breath and diligently sorted out a pile of the master's rubbish.

Dust flew around the room like a snowfall. However, it didn't have possibility to settle down somewhere, as it was shaken up again. "Well, wow, what a lazy owner. Only pretends to be cleaning. What he can do without me?" in parallel a tired kukuri spoke in his head. A few insects huddled on the edge of the shelf, looking at the working kukuri with interest, and maybe a pity. Sometimes they scurried away fearfully when the healthy luminous face dived to the upper shelves, and gathered back when he descended to the lower ones.

- HERE IT IS! - A sudden exclamation of happiness resounded around the room, and all the spots on the kukuri's body joined the modest light of the lamp. - My key to the heart of the most beautiful Noita. - said the rook and with all the drama that he only possessed, he collapsed on the handler's bed. All the gray dragon scales were assembled, now it was time to start sewing them together.

He looked at how pale, but still provocatively, and very elegantly, the scales shimmered in the light.

- Oh yes, Sleevekii, well done! - he praised himself and grabbed the first cockroach that came across, and then he spoke - My plan is simple and reliable, like these scales are! - Lev chattered merrily, closing one eye and clutching the scale in the other hand.

He sat down on a chair with wheels and wheeled to the dressing table.

- I will make a fantastic outfit out of these lovely scales! Then Noitanimoba will definitely see me, appreciate my creativity and give me her magic kiss. - Lev blew a kiss at a photo of Noita hanging on the wall. The face of this feathered beast looked into the very soul, and this is what conquered the heart and mind of Sleevekii.

The cockroach looked puzzled at the big kukuri.

- What, you don't know who it is?

The cockroach shook his head.

- This is Noitanimoba Detnemmoc. The most affectionate, most tender and most beautiful dove in the whole world. - With a languid sigh, the luminous rook murmured. - Periodically, the light of my eyes arranges a Beauty Contest. There is a theme to dress up for, and later she evaluates how well this simple condition is met. A-and the theme of the current contest is... "Greyscale" - With mysteriousness in intonation, Lev fanned open several plates in his hands, hiding his face with them.

The cockroach twitched its antennae.

- You don't understand? - Kukuri clicked indignantly. - Look. "Greyscale" and "Gray Scales". Well? Did something stir in your head?

There was a small shrill laugh.

- Ah, you bastard! - Sleevekii crushed the negligent insect and waved this same paw towards the top shelf, so that all his fellow tribesmen could see. - That what's gonna happen to y'all!

The rest of the cockroaches fled in horror in all possible directions, while this eccentric didn’t throw out something else. They are not cats, they do not have nine lives. "No way I'll be wasting time on every little thing," snorted the kukuri and began the second round of searching. He still needed to find a stronger thread and a thicker awl.

Several days passed. A visibly sleepy kukuri looked proudly at his creation. There were tons of rubbish all over the floor: spools, sawdust, splinters, pieces of thread and rags, torn papers, gnawed pencils, everything was powdered with dust, the corpses of cockroaches and other domestic and non-domestic kills. Yes, the owner will not like it, but who asked his opinion after all?

Finally, came the day of the long-awaited show. Sleevekii was at the ready. The outfit, or more correctly, the armoured dress, sat on him just fine. The scales gleamed proudly in the moonlight. Some scales have been further polished to create a translucent effect. These were needed to gradually blend in his velvet hazel coat. The fasteners, straps and seams were barely visible, it seemed that this kukuri had a special scaled mutation; that was the initial trick he planned to play out.

Snobbishly passing everything and everyone in his path, he finally came to the spot where Beauty Contests usually take place. "Ha, no one dared to challenge me!" thought the fashionable common and immediately tripped over a sign, which were saying: "The event has been moved to an abandoned altar."

- Is that a joke? I didn't even know about this! - he spit with slight fury.

Apparently, while Lev was hard working in his handler's lair, the event was moved to another place. The fact that it is set in the area, which takes the same amount of time as it would take to walk to the moon by own feet. Thousands of stone steps lead to the altar itself, and all this is uphill, going up to, although not long, but is tiring. Reluctantly, the overdressed handsome trudged towards his destination. That made Sleevekii feel ill. There is nothing else to do. Do not dust the same clothes in the end?

...

However, on the way to the steps, the exhausted Lev has fallen. He was tired. All these scales weighed a lot, and as luck would have it, sleepless nights made themselves known.

With the corner of his ear he caught the cooing of an upcoming couple. The sound grew and soon came completely over lying rook:

- Oh, Loptous, look what a poor fella! - With pity said the common crimson dove, she had dark smoke around her limbs and elegant white stripes on the sides. - Right in front of the stairs, what a failure.

Her companion, a candied crimson aerial with royal grey stripes, apparently Loptous, nodded.

- That what happens when people take the burden that is over their heads, honey. - He said with pity and more excitetely added - Come on, Alexandria, we still need to catch up the banquet.

- Do not be sad! - finally threw Alex to Sleevekii and that was the last clear memory tired kukuri captured before fainting.

---

The light switch clicked. Rustles were heard in the corridor, and a minute later a jacket was already hanging on a hook. Its owner didn't yet suspect that he was about to turn gray for the second time from the picture that was waiting in the bedroom. After five minutes of calmness, in the deathly silence, a cry full of rage carried through the obscure building: "SLEEVEKII!"

Alas, Romeo never reached his unsuspecting Juliet.