Liliath wrote:
“Oh ok.” Liliath looked at Vi it’s and tried to copy her walk “I am resllly confident.”
Victi chuckles, and starts off towards the store. Time to think about walking. Specifically, walking like any powerful sorceress should, magic actually available or not. She keeps her upper back straight and her chest out, letting her keep her shoulders square and back.
Her legs are digitigrade, meaning that she has shorter calves and longer feet, and walks up on her toes, which Liliath may have trouble copying. Oh well, the girl needs to learn her own style anyway. She takes long steps, at a casual but not slow pace, shifting her weight over her supporting leg with every step, causing her hips to shift back and forth as she moved. Possibly not the best way for a kid to move, she admits to herself, but her legs kinda force it for her to move comfortably and have a good long gait.
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“The city is stupid!” Liliath yelled , as she continued running back.
Seo sighed “And why? , This is my place so go away.”
Seo sighed “And why? , This is my place so go away.”
Okay, now Helynah just wants to punch the girl.
We're not in desperate need of supplies, she tells herself, and we can find shelter almost anywhere. The sound reasoning stays her hand, but she doubts that she can open her mouth without spouting an insult; more than a few choice words are coming to mind.
So instead of speaking, she holds one hand up and steps back. She casts a look at Bronze, one boiling over with frustration. I give up; it's your turn now.
Bronze just sighed as he watched the exchange between the two. The Felidae glared at Seo. Brats will be brats, huh? He's got to intimidate this woman. He'll take responsibility of what happens next.
"Hey, kid." He started, his arms crossed. "You and I? Complete strangers. She's got that trident and I got this." The feline tapped his rapier and continued. "We can do this swift and easy. No sympathy whatsoever. We just want to take a look around and be done with it. Surely you can give us the chance?" He said with a half-cocked smirk, his tone aggressively persuasive. He doesn't have any intention to harm the human, but he believes that they may be attracting attention. Their voices are quite loud, and the child just shouted. He needs to get out fast.
"Hey, kid." He started, his arms crossed. "You and I? Complete strangers. She's got that trident and I got this." The feline tapped his rapier and continued. "We can do this swift and easy. No sympathy whatsoever. We just want to take a look around and be done with it. Surely you can give us the chance?" He said with a half-cocked smirk, his tone aggressively persuasive. He doesn't have any intention to harm the human, but he believes that they may be attracting attention. Their voices are quite loud, and the child just shouted. He needs to get out fast.
Oh, tension and polite yet ominous threats? The speaker wasn't in sight yet, just around this corner, from the sound of it, but she already liked the sound of them. Well, it was a familiar style, at least.
Also, perfect timing for a snarky entrance.
"I think you should listen to him," she said, not even really caring who the parties involved were as she rounded the corner. In the bright halogen light of the sign, she could juuust make out the shape of a slender blade on the hip of the one with real ears. Also, three people, one with real ears, and the other two those weird critters with not enough fur, she was pretty sure, and one of those held a polearm. Probably the previously mentioned trident. Good to know!
"Let's be real, I'm seing a lot of pointies, not on you, and even if you have a superior weapon I don't think they'd be properly scared of firearms anyway. So hey! Up to you, but letting them get what they need seems smart. They're trying to be polite, right? Also, you should try being more co-operative. Ever notice how most sapient species are at least willing to work in groups?" She continued. Seemed snarky enough. She hoped she'd read the situation right. Always embarassing when you make the wrong snarky analysis.
Also, perfect timing for a snarky entrance.
"I think you should listen to him," she said, not even really caring who the parties involved were as she rounded the corner. In the bright halogen light of the sign, she could juuust make out the shape of a slender blade on the hip of the one with real ears. Also, three people, one with real ears, and the other two those weird critters with not enough fur, she was pretty sure, and one of those held a polearm. Probably the previously mentioned trident. Good to know!
"Let's be real, I'm seing a lot of pointies, not on you, and even if you have a superior weapon I don't think they'd be properly scared of firearms anyway. So hey! Up to you, but letting them get what they need seems smart. They're trying to be polite, right? Also, you should try being more co-operative. Ever notice how most sapient species are at least willing to work in groups?" She continued. Seemed snarky enough. She hoped she'd read the situation right. Always embarassing when you make the wrong snarky analysis.
Lisa Adrean Adeptus wrote:
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OPTIC's sudden inability to respond was caused by power fluctuation. The same ones that herald a greater danger -- a cascade failure. Deciding to keep this to himself yet, it still had time, OPTIC replied in a curt fashion toward Lisa's comments.
"Superficial healing, done well. Once the procedure is finished, I will take over. Begin repair of possible internal damage. Possibility to save retinas without further damage. Moderate."
It paused briefly. before continuing, " Thank you. Do you optical centers require assistance as well?"
"Superficial healing, done well. Once the procedure is finished, I will take over. Begin repair of possible internal damage. Possibility to save retinas without further damage. Moderate."
It paused briefly. before continuing, " Thank you. Do you optical centers require assistance as well?"
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"We are both visually impaired, yes. I should be able to recover over the next couple days, speaking of which I should stop leaving my pupils dialated, even if that's all that's letting me see right now, but if you wish to tend to her in some manner, please explain your plan of action first," Victi cut in. She did not want to risk a possibly glitchy bot doing something crazy like trying to do surgery with probably-broken equipment. She was lucky Ni had gotten to her in time the last time that had happened.
Lisa is almost finished setting the last broken finger when OPTIC snaps a reply, catching her off-guard. She freezes like a startled fawn until she processes what was said. "Oh, no thank you- I mean - I also believe my eyes will recover with a few days of rest." She carefully puts the splint into place. Then she rearranges the compresses on Masato's arms, planning to remove them after another ten or fifteen minutes. "I will be finished helping your wearer very soon, then yes, you may take over." She has no idea how to take care of whatever internal damage he may have. That kind of healing takes better expertise and equipment. I wish I was home, with my cauldron and medicines. And mother, who'd better know what to do than me.
The VI answered with silence. Broken briefly by a low, reverberating noise, that sounds a little like digital attempt at humming. Typically, OPTIC would be assisting an Alliance Medic or Senior Ships Doctor as their second, running scenarios and charting the best course for diagnoses against the wealth of knowledge supplied to it by its connection to the Extranet's mainframe. Here, in this town, it could do none of this. And for once it's entire operating lifespan, it was bored.
"How did this happen?"
Not one usually for small talk, it found that without a task it couldn't fill the silence with non-nonsensical melodies. It required input, stimuli, a kind of camaraderie, that was absent. Even from these two, though they had injured her bonded.
"How did you two arrive to this place?"
Victi Aurora Silverfur wrote:
Oh, tension and polite yet ominous threats? The speaker wasn't in sight yet, just around this corner, from the sound of it, but she already liked the sound of them. Well, it was a familiar style, at least.
Also, perfect timing for a snarky entrance.
"I think you should listen to him," she said, not even really caring who the parties involved were as she rounded the corner. In the bright halogen light of the sign, she could juuust make out the shape of a slender blade on the hip of the one with real ears. Also, three people, one with real ears, and the other two those weird critters with not enough fur, she was pretty sure, and one of those held a polearm. Probably the previously mentioned trident. Good to know!
"Let's be real, I'm seing a lot of pointies, not on you, and even if you have a superior weapon I don't think they'd be properly scared of firearms anyway. So hey! Up to you, but letting them get what they need seems smart. They're trying to be polite, right? Also, you should try being more co-operative. Ever notice how most sapient species are at least willing to work in groups?" She continued. Seemed snarky enough. She hoped she'd read the situation right. Always embarassing when you make the wrong snarky analysis.
Also, perfect timing for a snarky entrance.
"I think you should listen to him," she said, not even really caring who the parties involved were as she rounded the corner. In the bright halogen light of the sign, she could juuust make out the shape of a slender blade on the hip of the one with real ears. Also, three people, one with real ears, and the other two those weird critters with not enough fur, she was pretty sure, and one of those held a polearm. Probably the previously mentioned trident. Good to know!
"Let's be real, I'm seing a lot of pointies, not on you, and even if you have a superior weapon I don't think they'd be properly scared of firearms anyway. So hey! Up to you, but letting them get what they need seems smart. They're trying to be polite, right? Also, you should try being more co-operative. Ever notice how most sapient species are at least willing to work in groups?" She continued. Seemed snarky enough. She hoped she'd read the situation right. Always embarassing when you make the wrong snarky analysis.
Crap. More of them. The Caracal thought scathingly as his paw slid towards the hilt of his rapier in preparation. His ears are angled towards the resonating footsteps around the corner. A swordfight is the last thing he'd want. Not here. Not now. The fear of being caught by the monster that lurk still gripped his heart. This doesn't feel like an illusion anymore, but he must keep his wits with him. His eyes caught the movement of another creature of Mammalia just from behind the annoying woman. A Vulpis Canidae with unnatural fur color and many tails. The most mystical vixen he has ever seen.
Superior weapon? Firearms? Flaming limbs? Weapons on fire? What? He pondered, imagining what it would be like. At least she seems to be in their side. Bronze admits that he is lucky she came, for she might knock sense on Seo. He crossed his arms once more and asked the delinquent. "So? What say you?"
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The VI answered with silence. Broken briefly by a low, reverberating noise, that sounds a little like digital attempt at humming. Typically, OPTIC would be assisting an Alliance Medic or Senior Ships Doctor as their second, running scenarios and charting the best course for diagnoses against the wealth of knowledge supplied to it by its connection to the Extranet's mainframe. Here, in this town, it could do none of this. And for once it's entire operating lifespan, it was bored.
"How did this happen?"
Not one usually for small talk, it found that without a task it couldn't fill the silence with non-nonsensical melodies. It required input, stimuli, a kind of camaraderie, that was absent. Even from these two, though they had injured her bonded.
"How did you two arrive to this place?"
"How did this happen?"
Not one usually for small talk, it found that without a task it couldn't fill the silence with non-nonsensical melodies. It required input, stimuli, a kind of camaraderie, that was absent. Even from these two, though they had injured her bonded.
"How did you two arrive to this place?"
Her part of the job complete. Lisa packs away the first aid, putting what can fit into her own bag. She rests her head against the cold wall. The relief of being able to close her sore eyes, even if it can only last a moment, draws a weary sigh.
She answers OPTIC's question from this position. "Don't know. I simply woke up here on the street." She vaguely remembers falling asleep at home, her head resting on the open pages of an old recipe book. And now that she thinks of it, she didn't want to fall asleep then. It felt like something grabbed her and was dragging her into unconsciousness. She shudders. No more of that.
But one morbid idea simply feeds into another more pressing fear.
"When your...uh...bonded awakes, he won't- he'll know the fight is over, right?" She doesn't want another fight, and Masato doesn't strike her as someone she can easily talk down. Chances are also slim that the man will be able to fight, but Lisa tends to focus on the shadowed side of problems. However, she does so with a certain degree of self-awareness. "Sorry, silly question, I know."
After getting over the initial shock of some snow-white beast swinging around the corner to help them "negotiate," Helynah snorts with amusement. Zafnir would be so disappointed with the direction of this conversation.
Helynah leans a little, putting more weight on her left leg as she casually passes her trident from hand to hand. "Our blades are not just for show."
Helynah leans a little, putting more weight on her left leg as she casually passes her trident from hand to hand. "Our blades are not just for show."
Poor Adam’s mouth was getting dry, as it was left open for a bit. It was obvious they were about to just break down there and then. All of it was so interesting, yet quite... scary. They stepped back nervously as they watched.
"Hey." Raven presses her head against Adam's leg. "It's cold out here. Come inside with me. That freaky soldier boy is pretty much out and Lisa's probably falling asleep."
She smiles, flicking her tail and strolling toward the door left cracked open, probably by accident. The last one to leave was Liliath, who apparently managed to lure Victi away with news of new survivors. As much as she'd love to join the welcome committee, Adam looks like they could use some help and she really shouldn't leave Lisa alone.
She smiles, flicking her tail and strolling toward the door left cracked open, probably by accident. The last one to leave was Liliath, who apparently managed to lure Victi away with news of new survivors. As much as she'd love to join the welcome committee, Adam looks like they could use some help and she really shouldn't leave Lisa alone.
As if to just underline that statement, Adam shuddered as they followed the cat. They had seemed to calm down, just a small bit once they started walking. Their green eyes, which were filled with tears, had seemed to become a bit less sparkly with their tears. “Uh... Th-... Thank you, I guess..?”
Lisa Adrean Adeptus wrote:
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The VI answered with silence. Broken briefly by a low, reverberating noise, that sounds a little like digital attempt at humming. Typically, OPTIC would be assisting an Alliance Medic or Senior Ships Doctor as their second, running scenarios and charting the best course for diagnoses against the wealth of knowledge supplied to it by its connection to the Extranet's mainframe. Here, in this town, it could do none of this. And for once it's entire operating lifespan, it was bored.
"How did this happen?"
Not one usually for small talk, it found that without a task it couldn't fill the silence with non-nonsensical melodies. It required input, stimuli, a kind of camaraderie, that was absent. Even from these two, though they had injured her bonded.
"How did you two arrive to this place?"
"How did this happen?"
Not one usually for small talk, it found that without a task it couldn't fill the silence with non-nonsensical melodies. It required input, stimuli, a kind of camaraderie, that was absent. Even from these two, though they had injured her bonded.
"How did you two arrive to this place?"
Her part of the job complete. Lisa packs away the first aid, putting what can fit into her own bag. She rests her head against the cold wall. The relief of being able to close her sore eyes, even if it can only last a moment, draws a weary sigh.
She answers OPTIC's question from this position. "Don't know. I simply woke up here on the street." She vaguely remembers falling asleep at home, her head resting on the open pages of an old recipe book. And now that she thinks of it, she didn't want to fall asleep then. It felt like something grabbed her and was dragging her into unconsciousness. She shudders. No more of that.
But one morbid idea simply feeds into another more pressing fear.
"When your...uh...bonded awakes, he won't- he'll know the fight is over, right?" She doesn't want another fight, and Masato doesn't strike her as someone she can easily talk down. Chances are also slim that the man will be able to fight, but Lisa tends to focus on the shadowed side of problems. However, she does so with a certain degree of self-awareness. "Sorry, silly question, I know."
OPTIC, System Alliance VI
Unknown 'Town', Outside Alliance Space
The whistling teapot sound that passed for its laughter came from OPTIC. The digital personality, knowing the human intimately, was quite amused. What it said probably told Lisa all it needed to know about the unconscious Colonel's belief in forgiveness.
"Because you rendered aid, I will put in a good word, so he wont hamstring you in your sleep."
"You're welcome." Her instincts are right, the soldier boy is lying motionless on the floor, though an eerie voice still drifts from the body and chats with Lisa, who is sitting woth her back pressed against the wall. Her eyes are shut and it seems she's about to fall over and find some much-needed sleep.
Raven continues to smile and pretend, just for the moment, that this is all right and normal. "Hello Lisa. Disembodied voice. How is everyone this fine evening?"
Raven continues to smile and pretend, just for the moment, that this is all right and normal. "Hello Lisa. Disembodied voice. How is everyone this fine evening?"
They stayed silent, and still. They now had become terrified again. Well, I didn’t say they weren’t scared. They just had maybe gotten more frightened. They bit their bottom lip, their eyes darting from each spot to the next.
"That's...not very comforting," she grumbles, but before she can muse on the looming threat of getting her tendons sliced, Lisa hears the creak of an opening door followed by footsteps. Raven meows much too cheerful greeting.
She opens one yellow eye just long enough to see who followed her cat. It stays open long enough for Adam to, perhaps, see her pupil constrict into a feline slit. "Ah, hello." Her voice comes as a whisper. She doesn't feel much like talking to anyone, but this boy might need her help. Explanations, comfort, medical help...she'll give it only reluctantly. She pats the floor at her side, inviting them to sit.
She opens one yellow eye just long enough to see who followed her cat. It stays open long enough for Adam to, perhaps, see her pupil constrict into a feline slit. "Ah, hello." Her voice comes as a whisper. She doesn't feel much like talking to anyone, but this boy might need her help. Explanations, comfort, medical help...she'll give it only reluctantly. She pats the floor at her side, inviting them to sit.
// Eh, I’ll probably have to think... //
They gave Lisa a weak little smile and nodded. They were... well, that classic thing where they were too scared to speak. And, again, they were on the verge of tears. Adam brought a bit of hair from his red face as he continued looking around. A rather curious place...
They gave Lisa a weak little smile and nodded. They were... well, that classic thing where they were too scared to speak. And, again, they were on the verge of tears. Adam brought a bit of hair from his red face as he continued looking around. A rather curious place...
Victi Aurora Silverfur wrote:
Oh, tension and polite yet ominous threats? The speaker wasn't in sight yet, just around this corner, from the sound of it, but she already liked the sound of them. Well, it was a familiar style, at least.
Also, perfect timing for a snarky entrance.
"I think you should listen to him," she said, not even really caring who the parties involved were as she rounded the corner. In the bright halogen light of the sign, she could juuust make out the shape of a slender blade on the hip of the one with real ears. Also, three people, one with real ears, and the other two those weird critters with not enough fur, she was pretty sure, and one of those held a polearm. Probably the previously mentioned trident. Good to know!
"Let's be real, I'm seing a lot of pointies, not on you, and even if you have a superior weapon I don't think they'd be properly scared of firearms anyway. So hey! Up to you, but letting them get what they need seems smart. They're trying to be polite, right? Also, you should try being more co-operative. Ever notice how most sapient species are at least willing to work in groups?" She continued. Seemed snarky enough. She hoped she'd read the situation right. Always embarassing when you make the wrong snarky analysis.
Also, perfect timing for a snarky entrance.
"I think you should listen to him," she said, not even really caring who the parties involved were as she rounded the corner. In the bright halogen light of the sign, she could juuust make out the shape of a slender blade on the hip of the one with real ears. Also, three people, one with real ears, and the other two those weird critters with not enough fur, she was pretty sure, and one of those held a polearm. Probably the previously mentioned trident. Good to know!
"Let's be real, I'm seing a lot of pointies, not on you, and even if you have a superior weapon I don't think they'd be properly scared of firearms anyway. So hey! Up to you, but letting them get what they need seems smart. They're trying to be polite, right? Also, you should try being more co-operative. Ever notice how most sapient species are at least willing to work in groups?" She continued. Seemed snarky enough. She hoped she'd read the situation right. Always embarassing when you make the wrong snarky analysis.
“I am not going to work in groups with weird annoying weak people like you guys.” “And specially with that thing around.” She said pointing to Liliath “You hit me , so it’s your own fault I don’t like you.” “You know why I hit you? Cause you are annoying and why do you walk like a chicken?” “I am walking confident, it’s important to look confident.” Seo started laughing , what a dumb kid! “You look like a dumb chicken , with that walk.”
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Liliath sighed “I can’t look a dumb chicken , cause I am a human , humans don’t look like chickens.”
Victi smiled... no... not a smile. A showing of teeth. "Tell me, pup," she said to Seo, voice cold, "What do you know about weakness." She tilted her head, and stance changing to be more balanced forward, her knees bent slightly. "Or, for that matter, strength. Tell me, and maybe I'll help encourage these ones to leave you alone."
“I don’t have time for this.” Then she mumbled some stuff about ‘annoying kids’ “The name is Seo not pup.” She rolled her eyes “And you kid , watch out.”
"Well, I hope you don't mind then," Victi quipped as she began sauntering through/past the tense standoff and into the store.
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