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— STICKERS ON MY ARTILLERY, I'M GONNA MAKE HISTORY.

< 18+ >
< written by mari >
< icon by NULLmoth >
[ She tries to speak- mouth opening. Nothing comes out.

Just as tears start to form, she stumbles forward...

A beep. She stares onward. Her eyes grow heavy...

And she falls forward, unconscious. ]
November 25, 2025 at 12:48 AM
Very well. Ask me if you need anything.
November 25, 2025 at 12:44 AM
... Do you wish to be colder?

I can assist.
November 25, 2025 at 12:37 AM
I! Think I could!
November 25, 2025 at 12:32 AM
... You are shirtless.
November 25, 2025 at 12:32 AM
You will get cold...

[ Staring at Mokou. In the eyes. They're around the same height now?? Wasn't she taller? Nevermind. ]

Apply a shirt.
November 25, 2025 at 12:31 AM
D:
November 25, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Unless you wish to see.

Uhm.

Metal. And organs.
November 25, 2025 at 12:29 AM
- planning on killing me.

... But now, I am waiting for them to retrieve me. Ironic, is it not?
November 25, 2025 at 12:24 AM
My memory may be a bit fuzzy from...

Damaged components?? I think.

My name is Mari. It's an acronym, but I forgot it. I am a Model Apollyon Replica Interphaser.

... That's what the acronym means.

I am a living weapon. I was, at least. I ran away. Someone told me to. I think the bad men were -
November 25, 2025 at 12:24 AM
Well, I guess so. I'm... hurt.

I was given instructions that if I am lost and not retrieved, I am to deconstruct myself and ping the location of my remains.

It has been 2 days since I have been lost.

... I suppose it's because I ran away.

Oh! I had almost forgot.
November 25, 2025 at 12:24 AM
...

[ She yawns. ]

Do you think they're coming back? I hope so.
November 25, 2025 at 12:11 AM
[ - through it. Along with faded scars on her neck hidden away a bit, one could assume there was more. ]

[ She turns away. Now standing still again. ]
November 25, 2025 at 12:07 AM
[ - younger than Mokou. She looked scared for a moment. ]

...

Uhm- oh. T-Thank you.

[ A short bow. ]

That's all I need. You are free to-

... do whatever else you were doing, now. I will await for retrieval.

[ Standing back up. Her face was scarred- one eye closed, the scar running - ]
November 25, 2025 at 12:07 AM
[ Well, it appeared to be a- ]

[ ... some chunk of flesh. Ew. Upon removal, their helm split with a hiss- moving downward, folding out into, what appeared to be, a sort of neck guard. And as for her- ]

[ Messy ash purple hair fell down from within. She turns. ]

[ It's a child. A few years - ]
November 25, 2025 at 12:06 AM
[ - mouth as she steps closer. There were other injuries- mainly a gashing wound leaking oil and blood from her lower chest. ]

...

[ A blank stare. Unnaturally- calm. ]
November 19, 2025 at 11:45 PM