I killed someone... Twice...
... I—I'm like a cancer Ori. Or something. I took someone's life and then I did it again and now I'm all white and I can't feel anything and it's awf—...
... I'm horrible too Ori. But that's okay! I mean um...
-gurl she's trying and teh waterworks keep leaking, how do holes even leak tears?-
-fails to understand why diary reading is a bad thing-
edited 25th Mar '17 8:38:15 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!(Michael walks out of the armoury and decides to take a look around. He still notices that... drone and is nearly creeped out by its stillness.)
(Huh. Looks almost like a Pluma drone. Thank god that thing doesn't have a Mobile Armour to take directives from.)
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."-Stares at him incredulously- You're not —
...Of course you are. -Kneads his eyes for a moment- ...Well, if you're hiring, I'm out of a job anyway.
Had a few brushes with the Folk. Managed to escape, more or less intact. I know what you're up against better than most.
-Slouches in his chair- Beyond that, I joined the military when I was fourteen. Worked as a mercenary for a while after I killed my CO and the company declared me killed in action. Planted a few bombs, killed a few people. Officially, I'm retired. I have... had... a day job as a mechanic. Good enough at first aid in the field to keep people alive.
I can use a gun, if you're wondering, though I don't like them. Would rather just do it myself. Trained with a variety of blades, though all I've got on me right now is a knife. I'm a... what do people on Earth call them? "Biotics" or something? One of those. I can pilot an airship, some military grade helicopters, and a submarine... sorta. It's not my first choice. I know a little hand-to-hand. Bein' honest, I'm not all that good at it, but I don't have to be — I'm stronger and faster and smarter than anyone you could possibly hire.
...And I'm pretty good at fixing things.
I told you already. It's not materia. I would not care as much if it were.
-Flips open the briefcase to show her-
-There are three vials inside it, and a pill bottle of some sort-
-One of the vials contains some unidentified chemical, the other one is a glowing blue liquid responsible for giving off said "tainted vibes" and seems to be moving on its own occasionally, corroding the glass its in slightly-
-The third contains blood-
Clarice's Room
Jasmine: As long as they are grounded this may work. (looks at Clarice) Am I to assume that the first goal is to strip away her numbers?
Main Room
Iwasawa: Why? Not a good office situation or something?
Roof Access
Homura: (E) We'll have to keep an eye out. If it was done to one there's no reason to believe it can't happen again.
(V, leans forward slightly with a more curious look than anything else) ...What is that, if I may ask? (is focusing on the blue thing)
edited 25th Mar '17 8:46:44 PM by megarockman
The damned queen and the relentless knight.... C-can I be your friend Ori? We can watch stuff on TV together and I got some good books I can share with you!
... Oh! And you can show me what you look like!
-girl says this like it's a good thing oriana-
-well that and she seems to not be listening to trudy-
edited 25th Mar '17 8:50:53 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!"Convenient for me, as well."
"...Y'know what? Sure."
-Oriana tosses a book towards Trudy, where it lands with a loud "thud" on the ground-
-It's her diary-
"Go ahead. Give it a read. Read all about this dangerous cosmic freak that was so important that you all had to lie and make me think I could actually make friends! Feel free, I don't fucking need it anymore! You're scared because I eat stars and planets? Okay. I'll stop. Right now."
edited 25th Mar '17 8:52:36 PM by Randomman5
(He notices the brief flicker)
What—?
(After training his eyes on the now supposedly defunct drone for a while, he mumbles while checking over his rifle.)
Great. I think I might actually be going insane now, even after that close call with reality ending.
I should lay off the Calamity War books for a while. Gaelio and McGillis would probably appreciate that.
edited 25th Mar '17 8:57:05 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."

Nothing looks out of the ordinary outside- night is approaching, and it is quiet.
Inside, the outpost- now that you observe, seems to consist of several sub-areas divided by machinaries and unmarked boundaries. There's the armoury, which Michael is in, the small, austere living quarters, and then the workshop area. Everything is collecting dust, and there are debris all over— though there are rudimentary repairs already done, and the ladder to the roof hatch seems to be functional.
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