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So you might have noticed there's a big ol' robot parked out back of the bunker at the Cooper farm. It's large and green and looks very battered.

Approach it, and one of two things happens.

Either you came during the day, and Val Bell is sitting on its head with a good book and a bowl of apples, or you came during the evening or night and it is apparently deserted. 'Apparently' being the key word.

What'll it be?

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Peeer.

"...you look awful normal for that."

OH YEAH OTHER WORLDS (yes, she is still getting used to that concept. Sonia is not always quick on the uptake.)

"Must be different there. Back in Warakiya, they... y'know, look weird."

"Some mutants look weird where I'm from. Most don't."

"They're mostly also evil, so..." She is assuming that you are not, since you 1) do not ping as evil and 2) have yet to either try to eat Ralph or attack her.

Warakiya is a fairly simple place in that respect.

"You a scholar?" YOU HAVE A BOOK.

"...A huh? Nah. I just felt like reading today, 's all."

Anatol Rapoport, The Origins of Violence.

Neil would approve.

MADNESS.

"I'm learnin'," Sonia offers sheepishly.

She can almost get through Pat the Bunny!

"Yeah?"

Val's a little thrown by that, but hell, she's seen weirder things around here than illiteracy.

"Good. 'S useful."

"Yeah... here, anyhow. Dunno if it's much good t'me anywhere else."

Logically: "Anywhere there's people who write."

"Most o' the time, I ain't dealin' with folks that write, much. Or it's somethin' I don't wanna read."

It's really not in her best interests to be able to read and comprehend things like "klatuu barada nikto" or "Cthulhu ftaghn" when she could be spending her time assaulting the people who can.

"Eh. Still, you're here now, right? This way you won't have to get somebody to tell you what's on the noticeboards and shit."

Not that Val pays the slightest attention to said noticeboards, but it's the principle of the thing.

"Yeah, that was kinda... why I started learnin'." Sheep sheep!

"Hope I can get t'where I can teach Ralph, too."

Ralph is more interested in the apples. They are red! Yay red!

Shrug.

Val... is pretty much ignoring the kid.

Okay, no, he's after her apples; now she has to deal with him.

By offering him and Sonia an apple each, with tentacles.

She can't be completely un-paranoid, so Sonia plucks Ralph's apple out of the tentacle first to inspect it briefly before handing it over.

He happily gums it.

"...thanks. Uh, what's it you do, anyhow?"

"Huh? I'm a superhero, I guess."

"A wha?"

Val thinks of a good definition.

"...I find people who're doing evil things and hit them until they stop."

OMGYEYBFF.

"Really? Me, too!"

:DDDD

"An' Ralph, when he can."

Right now the worst he can do is possibly drool on them.

"Yeah?"

She casts the kid a dubious look.

"Me and some buddies are gonna go lay into this shithead who's building churches out of people sometime. When we figure out where he fucked off to. You want in?"

OMGWTFBBQ

"Churches out of people?!"

"Yep. And trust me, it was even grosser than it sounds."

She crosses herself.

Huh, haven't done that outside of church in a long time.

"Lord have mercy on us. Yeah, I'm in. That's... that's just blasphemous!"

"That's one way to put it," Val agrees.

Normally she'd say she's all for a little blasphemy, but... churches. Made of people.

Yeah.

Sonia is not for any amount of blasphemy.

She is definitely for putting her boot in the face of evil. (And other parts of evil. Especially the squishy parts with nerve endings.)

"You fought him before?"

"Not the guy himself, but I was handing out asskick to his creepy minions for a while. Ripped the heart out of his flesh castle, too, which is a lot grosser than it sounds."

Dang, girl, you hardcore!

Is what Sonia's approving look is saying.

"Anything y'can tell me about 'em, I'd be obliged. That way, we could, y'know, stock up."

She's thinking assloads of holy water and garlic.