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"I wish I could go home" You're just nostalgic
i am the one you left for dead , you are the bullet in my head
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?
*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?
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
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
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 ?"
"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 ?"
[ 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?
*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 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.
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.
i can. thank you for helping me again.
- alternates a few sharp taps between flesh and metal.*
Are you capable of feeling a difference?
Are you capable of feeling a difference?
[ 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.
*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.
The bones in your body were only created to give me the pleasure of breaking them.
[ 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.*
*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.*
Of course Jane Psychopath would have a complaint.
Disgusting suggestion.
They should have called the Didact, John Forerunner.
Really a missed opportunity if you ask me.
Really a missed opportunity if you ask me.
yes.
[ the woman says, flinching a bit at the invading sensations. but for once, it doesn't hurt. ]
[ 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?
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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