Outside (Amnesiac Aichi)
-Yep, he was right. These aren't the same ones.-
-It's all right though. They seem just as nice as the others!-
"That's good. They were working really hard to find it. I just wanted to make sure it all worked out."
-He should introduce himself.-
"I'm Aichi Sendou. It's nice to meet you."
edited 30th May '18 10:08:30 AM by CrystalMemoria
#909: Ah- right. I think you were mentioned in the report. Maybe. To be honest I haven't read it. I zoned out during the brief. Though thankfully of us four, I'm not the one who's expected to make decisions on the fly. That's Seven Zero Three's job. And if he's down, it falls to Eight Five One. Then Eight Five Two. After that I'm on my own.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOutside (Amnesiac Aichi)
"T-They might have put me into their report...?"
-He seems a tad surprised and sheepish about that. Hopefully they didn't say anything too bad about him. He knows they definitely thought he was weird because of his issues...-
-Anyway... He decides not to try to linger on that.-
"It's a little difficult making decisions sometimes, isn't it?"
-...He... feels like he's had to make some tough decisions before...-
-...Can't remember though...-
#909: Yeah. Sort of. It's mostly just a burden on my shoulders that I don't necessarily want to carry all the time.
#909: I'm trained just like everyone else- to react to and analyse a situation. If anything we're mostly equals within our packs. It's just if you're a lower number- you've had more in-field experience. Not vat-experience.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post#909: We're sort of on a guard duty. Not occupying- but we are going to set up a small outpost. Not sure where.
-vaguely gestures at the forest behind the drop pod, where the other three are still at work dismantling it, and taking out boxes and crates-
#909: We thought about the forest, but there's probably so many outposts out there already, that it's a security concern.
#909: We do have certain parts of this place that we have priority to protect. Mostly from one particular enemy- the Mondays, as we like to call them.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post#909: We're fine for the moment. We're going to head out to scout a good place for an outpost soon, so if you do want to help... I guess you could just find out the status of two individuals of priority. One Cori Magistralis, and an...
-looks at his arm, which projects a hologram for him to read-
#909: "Ovi" is the other one.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post#909: Cori's easy. Purple skin. The sclera of her eyes are black- and she has white pupils. No iris to speak of. Also black hair.
-looks back at his holograms again-
#909: As for Ovi... she is described as young- brown hair. Usually wears bright clothes- and goggles. Can have wild-looking hair. In addition, she is short.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postRoof:Does It Even Have Tiles?
Meek would hear a loud scream as a small black colored object seemed to be falling towards the roof, only when it was close was it obvious that it was in fact, a creature, a small cat-like thing with red feathers like a headress on the back of its head and its neck, it managed to not crash completely into the building, catch itself and slowing down by barely managing to grip the rooftiles with its claws, hanging on the edge of the roof, it sommersaulted and landed perfectly, inhaling and exhaling slowly, it tried to catch its breath as it stared at Meek with its scarlet eyes for a second, it cleaned up it's torso smiled and bowed a couple times as if before a theatre audience.
<"Human huh?" I should go search for some Pokémon find out where I landed"> The creature said before turning around tu survey the horizon. <"Wait this place looks kinda familiar."> The animal said as it scratched its forehead, looking back at Meek, then back at the horizon stretched before her.
edited 30th May '18 2:14:51 PM by LiorVal
-The Meek jolts upright with fairly unusual speed for someone dressed in a robe and steps over to Weavile-
-She kneels down and outstretches her hands, a prayer coming to her lips, though she keeps it down for a moment, not wanting that to be the first thing she says-
Oh, dear! That looked like a rather nasty fall. Are you hurt? Do not worry, I can help tend to your wounds.
edited 30th May '18 2:35:49 PM by ramuf
Roof
The cat looked at the girl, blinking rapidly, "<You... You can understand me?>". She said as she tapped her own chest, the animal looked down, seemingly in thought. Before looking again at the area around her. "<That means I'm in this weirdo place again.>" The creature sighed, frowning as she glared at Meek with clear discontent. She wasn't happy to be here that much was obvious.
"<Naaah, I'm fine, been through worse stuff, anyway, you can call me Weavile. What's your name human?>"
edited 30th May '18 2:37:53 PM by LiorVal
-Takes her hands back and clasps them in front of her chest again, standing back up-
-And then takes a step backwards to give Weavile some space-
I don't have a name. I gave mine up many years ago, but you can call me Meek, as everyone else does.
-Whether or not she understands that Weavile is grumpy is hard to discern-
edited 30th May '18 2:44:30 PM by ramuf
Roofus
Weavile's left eyebrow rose at the woman's gestures, having not seen many religious people Meek's mannerism seemed alien to her. She stretched her arms upward before lowering them and putting her hand on her waist.
"<Meek it is then, Pleasure to meet you and all that>" The cat said looking to the left she nodded to herself, yawned and spoke again.
"<So this place... I'm at the room dimensions crossroad place right?>"
edited 30th May '18 2:57:47 PM by LiorVal

#909: Huh? Oh- right. The other mission here. Our seniors in the Zero Ones.
-sighs, for a moment, giving a small reassuring wave-
#909: Yeah, they cleared it out and got home al right. The Zero Ones are currently on guard duty at HQ.
-starts pointing to himself and the others-
#909: I'm Trades Nine Zero Nine. Our senior is Seven Zero Three. The other two are both from the Eight-Fives. One and Two.
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