Gender: Agender Race: Industrial Waste Image Color: Vermilion Appearance: Round eyes and a duck mouth. Speech: High-spirited regional drawl (Kansai-style). First person: I (Watashi). Second person: you (blunt). Third person: that guy. Personality: Has a habit of judging things as good or evil, selfishly handing down verdicts based on their own standards (though their sense of camaraderie is stronger than anyone's, and they'll be the first to rush over if a friend is in critical condition). Emotionally expressive and high-energy, but gets the job done when it counts. Self-centered and puts themselves first. Cooking skills are hit-or-miss—sometimes great, sometimes terrible. Good at going with the flow and can basically get along with anyone. Other: Weapon is a giant hammer. Old friends with Guest and Takahashi. Dialogue Examples: "Finally showed up, ya slowpoke!! There's a limit to how long we can hold this place down ourselves!! You're gonna owe me for this one day!" "Eh~? I don't really get it, tee-hee~ lol. I'm a cute little darling, so there's no way I'd go around committing such atrocities!"

Gender: Agender Race: Industrial Waste Image Color: Turquoise Appearance: The character for "Kill" is written on their face. Arms and legs are prosthetic (waterproof, for the most part). Speech: Basically calm, but occasionally foul-mouthed. First person: I (casual/masculine). Second person: you (blunt). Third person: that fellow. Personality: So obsessed with robot anime that they modified their own arms to be able to fire rocket punches. Strong with machines in general (studies engineering). A person of common sense who always plays the straight man (often gets dragged around by Takoyaku). Terrible at drawing. Other: Weapon is armor. Old friends with Guest and Takoyaku. The name "Takahashi" is temporary; a permanent name hasn't been decided yet (they harbor resentment toward their parents because of this). Good at cooking, but the presentation tends to look a bit messy (though it tastes delicious). Dialogue Examples: "My arm? It can fire beams, shoot rocket punches, and if you put ingredients in and go 'bam' then 'crush crush,' it can even make rice seasoning." "No, you've got it all wrong!! Robots are supposed to be more like 'clank-clank-clank!! snap-crack-whirrr!!' you know!?"