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"What can I do?" 682 asks Ben, a little surprised he hadn't had a chance to demonstrate earlier. "I'm immortal. I can die but my body reforms. I can adapt, can change my shape, that sort of stuff. The Foundation's always trying to keep me dead. Keep me in a tank of acid most days so I can't...

682 shrugs, "don't know. Don't think anyone ever taught her to talk. She knows what we're saying though. Good enough for me." @Crow

682 didn't have much to say during the division of the two teams, he even kept is mouth shut when an idiotic human started speaking totally in rhyme like a goddamn Doctor Seuss character. He was a bit disappointed when the soldier and Ben had their fight ended early but didn't talk about that...

"Did you just name our team after you narcissistic ass? Why the hell- You know what? Fine. Just fine." 682 wasn't really clever, he knew how to survive and evade capture for the most part but he was never one for names. Hell, even his official title of "Hard to Destroy Lizard" was a more...

"I'll go with you, kid." 682 says with a smirk, while he wasn't particularly fond of the demon hunter he seemed like someone who wouldn't back down from a fight. Or scold him for getting to violent. "So'll Sandra... You just keep your ass out of the line of fire, alright?" He asks the little...

"Didn't say that, she's way too pure for that sort of thing. Hell she didn't even know what a-" 682 dramatically mouths the word dick "-was!" All he was saying was she was an android that designed to be attractive and had cat like ear protrusions. She was young, anime, admittedly cute in a small...

"What? It's not my fault she was designed like that!" 682 didn't feel bad for what he said, he rarely ever did, did this woman even know what sort of stuff people were into when it came to Vocaloids? @thatguyinthestore @Yun Lee

682 lost his shit at the android's last comment, "she might be a walking fetish but damn she's got some good lines!" He cackles, casually both insulting SeeU and praising her in a single sentence. He takes a look at the game in Ben's hands and raises a brow, "what's it called?" He asks...

When the heavy footsteps first began to shake the pawn shop, 682 had poked his head out the door, lizard like eyes narrowing as they took in the giant. It was about has big as he usually was and aside from the club, didn't look too impressive. A single squadron of 05 operatives could probably...

Harper's aim was spot on, 682 had barely made it a few feet before he collided face first to the ground. "Son of a bitch!" He hisses, scrambling to his feet, "doesn't mean he doesn't deserve it!" 682 was a violent bastard. He deserved face planting. He deserved much more than that actually...

"You don't even exist in this universe, is a secret identity necessary?" 682 asks, what was it with humans and trying to hide their true selves? He shakes his head, that didn't really matter. What did matter was he now had a chance to kick some ass. "Stay back." He growls at Sandra who in turn...

"That brown haired kid, acted like he could kick ass even though he looked like he really couldn't? That's him." 682's tail flicks to the direction of Ben. "Don't know why he didn't tell us this earlier though. That obnoxious demon hunter was really heckling him. You should've punched his stupid...

SCP-682 had decided to move away from the fight, when that blob of [REDACTED] showed up he had crouched down, a silent order for Sandra to hop onto his back. She did so without hesitation, no longer interested in staying as her new friend was gone. With her arms around his neck and her legs...

"Don't know what I'm gonna do..." 682 admits. Before he was caught he just killed as many people as he could, to wipe the world of the disgusting humans but now he had to take care of a kid. Unless they were returned directly into their containment cells he would be home free. "Maybe try to join...

"Lead the way, kid." 682 says, looking everyone up and down. Now there was some buff guy. He could give Abel a run for his money over how built he was. "We don't wanna stay here. Whatever brought us here ain't natural and if there's one thing I learned, the fucking Foundation is right around the...

((Sorry for my absence. Stranger Things took my attention.)) "Sandra? Like that washed up actress? 053, you don't seriously- Annnnd she likes it." 682 sighs, "fine, kid. You just named her." Sandra, as she now would insist to be addressed as, was grinning like a little maniac and jumping with...

"Yeah, experiment is about right." 682 did agree that the prison he lived in for decades did suck. "But I don't need a new name, what about you, kid?" That question, was aimed at 053 who nods. "She doesn't talk much, but she's up for that. Gonna have to address her by it now so it better not...

"Don't have a name, neither does she." 682 shrugs, noting with a bit of irritation that 053 had taken a few steps closer to the brown haired boy. Glaring at him. She had developed quite a hero complex and didn't support him being rude, to 999 or anyone else for that manner. "Call me SCP-682...

"Why'd I follow a pirate?" 682 growls, he wasn't planning on following anyone, though he would admit that leaving was a good idea. The lizard's gaze is pulled back to 053 who was looking up curiously at another human child. "Careful there. She'll be the cause of your death if you aren't careful."

That sounded like a good idea, "I'm with the flesh bag over there." 682 growls, glancing at the one eyed human. His tail swishes, knocking a few bottles over and he walks away from the wall, taking a look into the streets beyond the ally. 053 on the other hand was interested in the small...