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A 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲 among many •
sharp with 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 and
Ambition ; 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥
dulls the sharpest
edge & so
𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 fell
The thrill of an encounter offers fulfilment. Nothingness has replaced warm whispers, methodical turns, and sincere accomplishments.

Change it— Carve it into something new.
Something else.

*What that something else is, she doesn't entirely know. Certainty was a luxury she couldn't afford.*

What do you think you are, [ape]?
something else? [ she's terrified to ask at this point, but she has absolutely no idea what's going on. ]
Yes.

*The word is snappy as she busies herself with putting her tools away. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.*

Do you? Are you a puppet? A key? A repository? Or something... else?
What am I to find? A future? It is buried too deep. It is gone. One or both. Time wears my fingers to the bone no matter it's state.

But you have nothing more. This is all you offer me. This is all you all offer me.
- attention. A distraction that she hadn't intended. A test; it says.

How low was that bar?

"But," her voice pitches. "Whose authority offers this intelligence? Answer this— yes, yes— and more. You shall have the name and you shall all keep your heads."

A generous deal.
- offers a loud sigh. So far they were... different? Maybe. Better? Debatable.

"[The bar is low]," she murmurs to herself before raising her voice.

"A name is what you ask for. A name is what you'll have. A name that means nothing to you..."

Lifting herself up, a thought clamours got her -
The fan of inert blades locked between her fingers tap thoughtfully at the bark of her perch. Intention takes a moment to filter through.

"'Honour'?"

Crouching low against her branch her chest heaves with mocking laughter.

"Is a [noose]. Outdated. Pointless— why don't you ask the dead?"

She -
was home only to animals, which we came to hunt.”

It was a half truth. There had been a lot of hunting going on so far at their camp, even if it was not their main goal. There was no reason to share that yet though
"How long until you are more metal than flesh?" She murmurs, head tilting curiously at the areas he points out. So many injuries to a delicate area. How had they occurred? Thanks certainly looked like he could handle himself.

"Outnumbered? Outmatched? Or a mix of both? Only -
He opens his chest armor with primary arm and secondary lifts up his undersuit cloth showing her his cyber enhancements.

"My first shot was here in the right lung, second was on my heart, third right on my guts. Beautiful to look at isn't it ?"
Yes.

*The word is snappy as she busies herself with putting her tools away. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.*

Do you? Are you a puppet? A key? A repository? Or something... else?
[ she blinks a few times, not entirely sure what spirit is talking about. ] do i understand what a tool is?
Aya. Some know. Some don't.

*Satisfied, she rocks back onto her feet with a rough snicker.*

You understand what it is?
Aya. Some know. Some don't.

*Satisfied, she rocks back onto her feet with a rough snicker.*

You understand what it is?
[ the forceful tap to her leg catches her off guard, hissing through her teeth before she clams up. ]

a tool? [ she questions. ]
*A hum wavers between her tightly pressed lips. The orange of her visor stares at Angel for a long few seconds as she debates with herself.*

For now you have a use. A tool.

*She taps what's left of Angel's let once more, with a little more force than before.*

We're all a tool for someone else.
*A hum wavers between her tightly pressed lips. The orange of her visor stares at Angel for a long few seconds as she debates with herself.*

For now you have a use. A tool.

*She taps what's left of Angel's let once more, with a little more force than before.*

We're all a tool for someone else.
[ the 'for now' comment makes her feel nauseous, and she has to swallow down the feeling. each tap against her flesh and metal earns a slight wince, and she quickly moves her left hand out of sight as it clenches. ]

i can. thank you for helping me again.
- alternates a few sharp taps between flesh and metal.*

Are you capable of feeling a difference?
- alternates a few sharp taps between flesh and metal.*

Are you capable of feeling a difference?
*She hums through her teeth. It's a reluctant agreement. But in this instance they were... fortunately correct.*

Always.

*After a few moments of terse silence she finally withdraws, tools clenched tightly between her fingers.*

Done. For now.

*She -
[ she bites down on the inside of her cheek when the pain increases, struggling to stay still as it occurs to her .. that angel fucked up. she closes her eyes, trying to not focus. ] you're right, i'm sorry.
'Decent'?

*She presses a little too hard as her voice sharpens.*

[Apes] know nothing of greatness. You are built of weak bodies and weaker minds.

*Another succession of sharp alterations follow with less care than before.*

Soon you will crave more.
'Decent'?

*She presses a little too hard as her voice sharpens.*

[Apes] know nothing of greatness. You are built of weak bodies and weaker minds.

*Another succession of sharp alterations follow with less care than before.*

Soon you will crave more.
[ there's a simple nod as she takes a peak, then immediately looks away. ] the weight isn't bad, it's pretty decent to be honest.
Good. Together you will sing.

*She continues to mutter to herself while she operates the fibers at the end of the tool. Her Ancilla provides no aid, and while she's certain her work needs improvement she'd never admit it to the Human.*

Is the weight suitable?

*A question for future tinkering.*
Disgusting suggestion.
They should have called the Didact, John Forerunner.

Really a missed opportunity if you ask me.
Good. Together you will sing.

*She continues to mutter to herself while she operates the fibers at the end of the tool. Her Ancilla provides no aid, and while she's certain her work needs improvement she'd never admit it to the Human.*

Is the weight suitable?

*A question for future tinkering.*
yes.

[ the woman says, flinching a bit at the invading sensations. but for once, it doesn't hurt. ]
- all.*

They will sing. They will {~}. {~}.

*It is slow work, requiring minimal movement. It delights her as much as it frustrated her as she seems to ignore Angel for the most part.*

Change. Do you feel it?
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Commander John Shepard, Alliance Navy.

Earthborn. War Hero. Vanguard class.

"Take heart. Look around you. You're not in this fight alone. We face our enemy together, and together we *will* defeat them!"

- Literate
- Mature themes
- Adapts to other verses in #MVRP
- NSFW plots in DMs