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testrun_box2012-05-30 08:15 pm
needtobecleaned) wrote in testrun_box2012-05-30 08:15 pm
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For last_free_city but specify if you're running into KOS-MOS or Mary for prompts
(1a)
[A valkyrie. How curious. A woman from ancient mythology on Lost Jerusalem. And she had approached KOS-MOS for assistance. The promise of wealth, power and fame held no interest for the android, but the promise of a universe save from outside threats was enough to convince her. Here on "Midgard" someone might find her walking through streets, checking shops or doing whatever except being friendly or talkative. She's mostly just scanning the area, making a map of the city and finding all of the points that would provide her an advantage to anything that came this way.
She doesn't expect anyone to approach her or speak with her. The crimson eyed android, without a single expression on her face, is rarely approached but by those she knows. Perhaps it's time to change that?]
(1b)
[Mary was confused, very much so, but that was to be expected. It was KOS-MOS's acceptance to come here that had brought her to Midgard. She wasn't the kind of person to fight, she hadn't raised a single sword when she and the Apostles resisted Wilhelm when he had been Emperor. Mary had fought with words and encouragement.
While in control, Mary would work on healing. She had already decided that before now. There were probably few people that would tell her no once they saw KOS-MOS in action. So here she is, walking to meet with other medics and very thankful for the nanomachines in KOS-MOS's body that allowed her to use Ether. And she was more than happy to offer examples of how it worked.]
(2a)
[KOS-MOS was raising her arm, the shape changing into that of a small cannon and firing a blast of energy. Few could ever hope to resist this type of attack unless they were similar to the Testaments. That is but one of the weapons at her disposal as she brings her F-SCYTHE out, using her Transfer System, and slicing it across the chests of approaching enemy.
It was probably one of the most formidable weapons she had at her disposable besides her Phase Transfer cannons. One of many, really.]
(2b)
[Mary hates fighting. Hates it with a passion. Blood spilling, lives ending, voices begging for help, to be spared or to be killed mercifully. It's through mercy that she kills people now, avoiding outright combat. Eyes with a shade of blue to challenge her hair gaze across the battlefield, wanting to cry for all the death all the people being hurt.]
(3a)
[There's a pod-like object where KOS-MOS is living. Big enough to fit an adult inside, with many wires around it providing power and a slight glow to the top of it. Inside, KOS-MOS sleeps. The Angel of Vector as she was once called before T-elos was built and they attempted to scrap her.
Yet now, KOS-MOS is far superior to the darker skinned android. Anyone that approaches with awaken the android.]
(3b)
[Mary didn't like the feeling of being confined in the maintenance bed. Which was why she liked riding the Monocycle so much. It's a freeing feeling, being able to ride so fast and fly through the air. And it's so effortless for her and for KOS-MOS. This was built for them, after all.]
[A valkyrie. How curious. A woman from ancient mythology on Lost Jerusalem. And she had approached KOS-MOS for assistance. The promise of wealth, power and fame held no interest for the android, but the promise of a universe save from outside threats was enough to convince her. Here on "Midgard" someone might find her walking through streets, checking shops or doing whatever except being friendly or talkative. She's mostly just scanning the area, making a map of the city and finding all of the points that would provide her an advantage to anything that came this way.
She doesn't expect anyone to approach her or speak with her. The crimson eyed android, without a single expression on her face, is rarely approached but by those she knows. Perhaps it's time to change that?]
(1b)
[Mary was confused, very much so, but that was to be expected. It was KOS-MOS's acceptance to come here that had brought her to Midgard. She wasn't the kind of person to fight, she hadn't raised a single sword when she and the Apostles resisted Wilhelm when he had been Emperor. Mary had fought with words and encouragement.
While in control, Mary would work on healing. She had already decided that before now. There were probably few people that would tell her no once they saw KOS-MOS in action. So here she is, walking to meet with other medics and very thankful for the nanomachines in KOS-MOS's body that allowed her to use Ether. And she was more than happy to offer examples of how it worked.]
(2a)
[KOS-MOS was raising her arm, the shape changing into that of a small cannon and firing a blast of energy. Few could ever hope to resist this type of attack unless they were similar to the Testaments. That is but one of the weapons at her disposal as she brings her F-SCYTHE out, using her Transfer System, and slicing it across the chests of approaching enemy.
It was probably one of the most formidable weapons she had at her disposable besides her Phase Transfer cannons. One of many, really.]
(2b)
[Mary hates fighting. Hates it with a passion. Blood spilling, lives ending, voices begging for help, to be spared or to be killed mercifully. It's through mercy that she kills people now, avoiding outright combat. Eyes with a shade of blue to challenge her hair gaze across the battlefield, wanting to cry for all the death all the people being hurt.]
(3a)
[There's a pod-like object where KOS-MOS is living. Big enough to fit an adult inside, with many wires around it providing power and a slight glow to the top of it. Inside, KOS-MOS sleeps. The Angel of Vector as she was once called before T-elos was built and they attempted to scrap her.
Yet now, KOS-MOS is far superior to the darker skinned android. Anyone that approaches with awaken the android.]
(3b)
[Mary didn't like the feeling of being confined in the maintenance bed. Which was why she liked riding the Monocycle so much. It's a freeing feeling, being able to ride so fast and fly through the air. And it's so effortless for her and for KOS-MOS. This was built for them, after all.]
Shiooooon <3333333
Good morning, Shion.
[Her voice isn't as flat as it was when Shion first saw her awaken on the Woglinde or handed her over, there's definitely a more gentle tone to it now. Perhaps even affectionate.]
KOS-MOOOOOOOOOS <333333333333 X INFINITY
Good morning, KOS-MOS!
[ She smiled warmly for the android, as affectionately as her voice was. ]
How are you feeling today? Did you sleep well?
I'VE BEEN BEATEN
[In other words, she's feeling good and slept great. And she look genuinely happy to see Shion, a smile crossing her lips before scanning her to make sure she's in good health.
... Odd that she's not suffering those headaches or passing out. Odd but not at all missed.]
Shion, you are alright?
OOPS XD
Yes, I'm fine. [ She still looks distracted though - if only because of KOS-MOS' current appearance. No, she has to ask. ]
KOS-MOS, I've been meaning to ask you - your current body...
I SUPPOSE I can let someone win this once since it's SHION FREAKIN' UZUKI
There is no damage that I can detect. Perhaps my diagnostics are faulty?
[Nope, hasn't caught the point yet.]
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE <3 You can get the next one :D
What I actually meant is - you had a different build when we ... left you on Second Miltia. Did they give you a complete upgrade? [ Oh, if only. ]
<33333 Yay! :3
[KOS-MOS shook her head, just once, and watched Shion.]
It has been over a year since I was last on Second Miltia. My current frame was designed and built by yourself, Allen Ridgeley and the Professor after T-elos destroyed my Black Box components.
[Thank goodness there's no need to mention that she was thrown in the trash pile too.]
BWAHAHA OHGOD miniinfo dump XD XD You get a wibbleface
What...? Over a year? But... that's not...
[ Not possible. Yet KOS-MOS doesn't lie. . .and the proof stood right in front of her. ]
Destroyed? KOS-MOS ...
O-oh Shion ;;~;;
[She takes a few steps towards her creator, laying a hand lightly on her shoulder.]
You were able to repair me, Shion. By recovering data regarding my Black Box on Old Miltia. And with that data, you were able to upgrade me and I was capable of defeating my replacement.
[Woops! There goes more info.]
XDDD!
But I -- that... that just can't be...
[ And suddenly hand on her shoulder. Empathizing - you've grown so much KOS-MOS. *tear* Also, Shion puts a hand to her head. This is all too much ;o; ]
I feel the TEENIEST bit guilty but XDD
Everything will be made clear in time, Shion. You will learn much more than you had ever hoped for. And I will, I have, become much more than you thought possible.
/pets that teeny bit of guilt. It's so cute. :D
KOS-MOS... [ She inwardly sighs. It'll be frustrating, to be so in the dark .... but she knew if she couldn't trust anyone else, she could trust KOS-MOS. She reaches up to return the hug, light as a feather. ]
All right, KOS-MOS. ... I trust you.