(Well, you probably never expected to stumble across a robot cuddle session, did you?
The location itself is dark, as is typical for those areas surrounding sleepers, but the machines give off their own light, a soft blue white glow that illuminates them softly but well enough.
Legion had been working on establishing relations with the fluffy mimics, feeding them and talking to them and introducing their own fluffy mimic (they had been trying to name it but it had poor comprehension of the concept and they did not wish to pick something without its input) to the others of its kind. They hadn't expected to end up so exhausted while working, but the void was unpredictable at best and even with regular sleep such incidents could still, on occasion, occur.
Tired, and surrounded by newly made friends, they'd decided to lay down and have a nap, and apparently, a couple of the mimics decided to join them and they've just sort of ended up all curled up next to each other.
It's an adorable scene. It's also quite possibly extremely dangerous to be near, considering how hostile fluffy mimics are.)
Either way, it was lucky that Turing gave off their own light, since it prevented them from stumbling over any of the mimics and possibly getting themselves into yet another sticky situation. Well, it was lucky as long as that light didn't wake anyone up in the first place. Despite that very real possibility, Turing hesitated.
Things had been a little...emotionally stressful for them as of late, and a nap sounded awfully appealing. Maybe just taking a rest for a few minutes would be okay? Of course, even though they thought that, it was all too easy for them to accidentally slip into all-out sleep. ]
(The Mimics aren't hostile to machines anymore, so as long as Turing didn't like, accidentally kick one or something, it'd probably have been fine.
Probably.
Legion stirred, eyelight blinking on. They did not yawn or stretch--they might sleep now, but they were still a machine and had no need for such things.)
[ Turing didn't stir at Legion's voice at first, and it took long enough for someone to wonder if they were still asleep. They did sit up, but the light around them was dim, as if they hadn't gotten a full or restful night's sleep. ]
Hmm...? Oh! [ Turing covered their mouth at the sound they made; they didn't want to wake the Mimics. Of course, covering their mouth wouldn't do anything anyway, but with all the time they had spent around humans, they were bound to pick up a few mannerisms at some point. ]
[ Their sheepish look was quickly wiped away at Legion's offer, but luckily they had enough foresight to switch to quiet mode before answering out loud. ]
Yes, please! ...That is, as long as everyone else doesn't mind.
[ They looked so fluffy... Upon hearing that news, it suddenly became very easy to see them as giant cats. Giant cats with glowy tails and horns, but still. ]
Do you think it's possible that they could become friendly instead of just tolerant of fellow machines?
[ Translation: "Can I pet the kitty eventually?" ]
They see themselves as part of larger collectives, or "packs". (More doglike than catlike, at least in some ways.) They respond well to offerings of treats, provided that the offerings are sufficient to share with packmates.
(They didn't expect anyone to be visiting right now. Not that they would have been particularly likely to hide what they were doing even if they did: plenty of people have seen the Widow, and only one person has ever really had a negative reaction.
Right now they're sitting in the middle of the floor of their chosen dwelling in the Kichijoji Aerial District, gun unfolded and in their lap as they work on cleaning it. For someone who never really cares about their own hygiene ... they clearly care a lot about the cleanliness of this gun.)
[Heading to the Kichijoji Aerial District was hitting two birds with one stone. Let's face it he was vaguely curious why so many had abandoned the apartment complex in lieu of this new site but he wasn't about to go there for only that purpose. Since Legion had also decided to move to this area it was a perfect excuse.
Of course- finding the robot might prove more difficult than anticipated as he looked up at the sprawling expansive of buildings.]
(Not really. They were one of very few aliens in the void, so even if Kaiba didn't necessarily know about their spaceship yet, he might be able to guess that checking the building and floor with the strange vehicle clinging to one of the landing platforms with insect like legs would be a good start.
Really, look at that thing. Who else would such a bizarre construction belong to? It looks almost like a living creature.)
[The vehicle certainly did manage to get his attention, though he didn't immediately connect it to Legion it was at least a potential sign that someone was in residence there. Either way, he was curious about the foreign looking contraption so he aimed for the building it was stationed on. He walked with purpose, as if he belonged here as he entered the structure and ascended to the appropriate floor.
The easiest way to get to it seemed to be through this one compartmentalized space. It could have been a store but it was remarkably empty he found, when he let himself in. Empty save for the robot situated on the floor cleaning his gun. As ridiculous as it looked, he instinctively side-stepped so the gun wouldn't be directly or partially directed towards him, his eyes narrowing with scrutiny]
I should have assumed, you'd have one of those. [Something about his tone also said he didn't entirely approve, but from the memories he had seen before... he had to admit that some protection would be required in that dimension. Also, hi. Perhaps he should have voiced said greeting out loud but the gun was taking his full attention currently]
(They startle a bit when he comes in, looking up at the intr-)
Kaiba-Seto.
(Their headflaps settle smoothly back into place. It's just as well that he moved, because they would have if he had not. They were uninterested in causing accidental mutilation.
His obvious disapproval makes them fidget, and hold their gun a little tighter.)
It is an important historical artifact.
(It does look quite old and well used for something clearly so far advanced beyond Kaiba's time.)
[Kaiba took some enjoyment in the fact that his presence was a source of surprise, since he, as ever, preferred keeping everyone on their toes.]
Legion.
[After hearing his name he was reminded to extend some sort of greeting, it was understated but not uncommon for his usual. He noticed as Legion became more defensive, as if the gun also had some sentimental value to it]
Heh- an artifact, hmm? Makes it sound as if it's not still capable of firing, but you're keeping in too pristine a condition for that to be true. [The vintage of it didn't really matter to him so much as what it represented] I had a lot of .. artifacts like that destroyed when I seized control of Kaiba corp. [Eluding to the darker past of his company]
[The action was noted. It would have been comical if it wasn't involving a deadly firearm.
Not really, just expressing his disapproval, though since he hadn't clarified as much it was left to interpretation. That was something that often got him in trouble, not being clear. Biting back a sigh and another negative comment he decided to go along with this for the time being.]
You know that I'm not up on your dimension's timeline or terminology. I'm not familiar with the Morning War.
They are not unused to the disappearance of allies. However, with a world full of those who wish to be returned home, that one of the very few who was happier here would be sent away seemed ... wrong.
They can be found sitting in a corner of the Heavenly Blanc, not eating or drinking anything, just staring at the table, headflaps occasionally rippling.
They wonder, could it be possible for them to find a way to reach Parsee, and other allies they have lost?)
[ Cloud wasn't the best when it came to making friends... people tend to be complicated, or rather, it's Cloud himself who tends to make things more complicated than they need to be. However, he's grown to appreciate Legion in his time here. Their direct way of conversing was always preferable than trying to navigate the subtext in other people's words.
Legion's habits, odd as they were to Cloud, still had a regular pattern up until now. Today? Something definitely feels off about them, which is why Cloud speaks up from his table, which happens to be right next to Legion's. ]
[ Cloud didn't particularly need a second drink, but as long as Legion is offering, he might as well take them up on it. It will make breaking the ice less awkward. ]
Cosmo Canyon.
[ The bartender will know what it is. He doesn't say much else until Legion returns, waiting until they're sharing a new round to attempt conversation again. ]
About before... I didn't mean it like that. [ He should have asked Legion the way he would ask any person, right? So, he tries again. ] Are you okay? System functions aside.
(And they'll grab a Cosmo Canyon for him and ... forgive them, they are not experienced with booze but they eventually settle on sake for themselves. A whole bottle of it. It's not like drinking seems to have any real effect.)
(They still don't know who, or what, caused the damage to the tunnels of this world. However, they do know that it continues, periodically, to scream.
And thus, they are in mementos again, trying to treat the wounds. This time, they have a bucket of living lantern leaves they have mashed into a paste--they learned from the fluffy mimics that eating and rubbing against them helps with pain and injury--that they are attempting to apply to the injuries.
They probably look a little weird doing this, and given the way the walls shudder in response to contact, it might even seem like they're hurting more than they're helping. Wanna ask them what they're doing?
Alternately, given the prevalence of the aggressive robot fox creatures, they'll probably get dragged into a fight with one at some point. Wanna join in?)
Stealth in these tunnels is practically an impossible endeavor, considering the squishing noises with every footstep, so Sam's approach is no surprise. Perhaps the dragon at his side is, though perhaps not -- Legion has seen Dragonite by now, after all, even if they haven't exactly been introduced to each other.
The two watch Legion work for a few moments, Sam rubbing at the back of his head in embarrassment. Considering how their last conversation went, will Legion be upset with him? Still, eventually he speaks up.
He approaches a little closer, crouching down nearby. He's probably going to get blood or something even worse on his pants, but he doesn't look like he minds.
"Can I help? I have some medical experience." He holds out his hands in silent request for the bucket.
Healing herbs are an old idea that isn't too out-there, so he can take Legion's word on that, at least.
"Affirmative." They hand the bucket to him, then go back to work.
"Query. Do you have any knowledge as to the cause of these injuries?" It's seeming increasingly unlikely that it is any of the denizens of this world--the animals also appear to be concerned.
"These wounds are large enough, it might take stitches to close them up properly." Still, he fishes a set of gloves out of his pocket and pulls them on. Technically these aren't supposed to be reused, but given the limited supply... he'll just have to sterilize them later.
At Legion's question, he shakes his head, frowning at the wounds even as he begins to join in the treatment process. Dragonite stands guard behind the two, vigilant for any hostile wildlife that might approach their location.
"If it's not the natives, it would have to be one of the people here, wouldn't it? I just can't think of a reason why someone might want to do this." It's not like it would help to navigate the tunnels; who would be willing to traverse the wounds they made? It seems like simple cruelty for cruelty's sake, and he wrinkles his nose in disgust at the thought.
"We are inexperienced with this procedure. However, it is possible that the stuffed bear animals will assist if sufficiently motivated."
That's how Viridi fixed this the last time: she listened to the animals and brought a bunch of the bear things here to help. Motivation was provided primarily by Legion and offers of cake.
"It is also puzzling to us. However, it is possible that fellow captives blame this world and the beings in it for trapping them here." Legion doesn't think the world did this deliberately, as it did not exist when they arrived. If something is responsible for them being here, it is some other entity or force: this world is simply a creation resulting from it.
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Cute Robots
The location itself is dark, as is typical for those areas surrounding sleepers, but the machines give off their own light, a soft blue white glow that illuminates them softly but well enough.
Legion had been working on establishing relations with the fluffy mimics, feeding them and talking to them and introducing their own fluffy mimic (they had been trying to name it but it had poor comprehension of the concept and they did not wish to pick something without its input) to the others of its kind. They hadn't expected to end up so exhausted while working, but the void was unpredictable at best and even with regular sleep such incidents could still, on occasion, occur.
Tired, and surrounded by newly made friends, they'd decided to lay down and have a nap, and apparently, a couple of the mimics decided to join them and they've just sort of ended up all curled up next to each other.
It's an adorable scene. It's also quite possibly extremely dangerous to be near, considering how hostile fluffy mimics are.)
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Either way, it was lucky that Turing gave off their own light, since it prevented them from stumbling over any of the mimics and possibly getting themselves into yet another sticky situation. Well, it was lucky as long as that light didn't wake anyone up in the first place. Despite that very real possibility, Turing hesitated.
Things had been a little...emotionally stressful for them as of late, and a nap sounded awfully appealing. Maybe just taking a rest for a few minutes would be okay? Of course, even though they thought that, it was all too easy for them to accidentally slip into all-out sleep. ]
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Probably.
Legion stirred, eyelight blinking on. They did not yawn or stretch--they might sleep now, but they were still a machine and had no need for such things.)
Turing.
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Hmm...? Oh! [ Turing covered their mouth at the sound they made; they didn't want to wake the Mimics. Of course, covering their mouth wouldn't do anything anyway, but with all the time they had spent around humans, they were bound to pick up a few mannerisms at some point. ]
Um, hello, Legion.
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(In their cuddle pile, that is.)
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Yes, please! ...That is, as long as everyone else doesn't mind.
[ They glanced again at the Mimics. ]
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They have become tolerant of the presence of fellow machines.
(The whole species has, actually. So like, there shouldn't be any problem.)
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Do you think it's possible that they could become friendly instead of just tolerant of fellow machines?
[ Translation: "Can I pet the kitty eventually?" ]
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They see themselves as part of larger collectives, or "packs". (More doglike than catlike, at least in some ways.) They respond well to offerings of treats, provided that the offerings are sufficient to share with packmates.
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[ Strength wasn't so much a problem, but carrying enough comfortably potentially was, depending on their appetites. ]
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(So it actually shouldn't be too hard? These are treats, they need to be large enough to enjoy but they don't have to be full meals.)
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In that case, perhaps I should get into the habit of carrying treats with me in case I happen to run into any of the packs later.
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(They chatter.)
The prepackaged food items found at Aoba Shibumenosaki Underground Academy are typically easiest to store and transport.
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[ This felt like a very strange question to ask, but thanks to the void, it was relevant. ]
Are there any foods that you have come to enjoy, Legion?
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(Yes, really. Part of this is because they had developed a habit of giving cake to friends long before they even came here, but also: cake good.)
This platform also enjoys sushi and honey pickled lemons.
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[ Cake indeed good! Honestly, Legion liking cake wasn't so much the strange part to them. The real strange part was... ]
I'm not familiar with honey pickled lemons, though.
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(Legion enjoys it, the painful sour sweetness.)
Gun Cleaning (Closed to Kaiba)
Right now they're sitting in the middle of the floor of their chosen dwelling in the Kichijoji Aerial District, gun unfolded and in their lap as they work on cleaning it. For someone who never really cares about their own hygiene ... they clearly care a lot about the cleanliness of this gun.)
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Of course- finding the robot might prove more difficult than anticipated as he looked up at the sprawling expansive of buildings.]
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Really, look at that thing. Who else would such a bizarre construction belong to? It looks almost like a living creature.)
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The easiest way to get to it seemed to be through this one compartmentalized space. It could have been a store but it was remarkably empty he found, when he let himself in. Empty save for the robot situated on the floor cleaning his gun. As ridiculous as it looked, he instinctively side-stepped so the gun wouldn't be directly or partially directed towards him, his eyes narrowing with scrutiny]
I should have assumed, you'd have one of those. [Something about his tone also said he didn't entirely approve, but from the memories he had seen before... he had to admit that some protection would be required in that dimension. Also, hi. Perhaps he should have voiced said greeting out loud but the gun was taking his full attention currently]
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Kaiba-Seto.
(Their headflaps settle smoothly back into place. It's just as well that he moved, because they would have if he had not. They were uninterested in causing accidental mutilation.
His obvious disapproval makes them fidget, and hold their gun a little tighter.)
It is an important historical artifact.
(It does look quite old and well used for something clearly so far advanced beyond Kaiba's time.)
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Legion.
[After hearing his name he was reminded to extend some sort of greeting, it was understated but not uncommon for his usual. He noticed as Legion became more defensive, as if the gun also had some sentimental value to it]
Heh- an artifact, hmm? Makes it sound as if it's not still capable of firing, but you're keeping in too pristine a condition for that to be true. [The vintage of it didn't really matter to him so much as what it represented] I had a lot of .. artifacts like that destroyed when I seized control of Kaiba corp. [Eluding to the darker past of his company]
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Is Kaiba-Seto threatening them?)
It was used in the Morning War.
(They're not lying about it being a historical artifact. But they're also not denying that it's still in use.)
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Not really, just expressing his disapproval, though since he hadn't clarified as much it was left to interpretation. That was something that often got him in trouble, not being clear. Biting back a sigh and another negative comment he decided to go along with this for the time being.]
You know that I'm not up on your dimension's timeline or terminology. I'm not familiar with the Morning War.
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(The gun, to them, symbolizes the ability to protect themselves, to save their people from cruel and wrathful gods.)
Sad Robot
They are not unused to the disappearance of allies. However, with a world full of those who wish to be returned home, that one of the very few who was happier here would be sent away seemed ... wrong.
They can be found sitting in a corner of the Heavenly Blanc, not eating or drinking anything, just staring at the table, headflaps occasionally rippling.
They wonder, could it be possible for them to find a way to reach Parsee, and other allies they have lost?)
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Legion's habits, odd as they were to Cloud, still had a regular pattern up until now. Today? Something definitely feels off about them, which is why Cloud speaks up from his table, which happens to be right next to Legion's. ]
Hey... you broken or something?
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All systems functional.
(They aren't broken. Just distressed. They consider acquiring something warm to drink.
After a moment, they move to get up.)
Does Cloud-Strife desire anything?
(They're gonna get themselves a drink, might as well see if there's anything they can grab for him while they're up.)
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Cosmo Canyon.
[ The bartender will know what it is. He doesn't say much else until Legion returns, waiting until they're sharing a new round to attempt conversation again. ]
About before... I didn't mean it like that. [ He should have asked Legion the way he would ask any person, right? So, he tries again. ] Are you okay? System functions aside.
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(And they'll grab a Cosmo Canyon for him and ... forgive them, they are not experienced with booze but they eventually settle on sake for themselves. A whole bottle of it. It's not like drinking seems to have any real effect.)
You are inquiring about our emotional well being.
(They pause. Their headflaps ripple.)
Parsee is gone.
They're ... helping?
And thus, they are in mementos again, trying to treat the wounds. This time, they have a bucket of living lantern leaves they have mashed into a paste--they learned from the fluffy mimics that eating and rubbing against them helps with pain and injury--that they are attempting to apply to the injuries.
They probably look a little weird doing this, and given the way the walls shudder in response to contact, it might even seem like they're hurting more than they're helping. Wanna ask them what they're doing?
Alternately, given the prevalence of the aggressive robot fox creatures, they'll probably get dragged into a fight with one at some point. Wanna join in?)
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The two watch Legion work for a few moments, Sam rubbing at the back of his head in embarrassment. Considering how their last conversation went, will Legion be upset with him? Still, eventually he speaks up.
"Are you trying to help it?"
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"Affirmative." They look at the weird leafy paste in their hands.
"This flora is known among the machine fauna of this world to have healing ptoperties."
They're beginning to realize that they can talk to the animals, though only the robot ones for now.
yo wtf dreamwidth didn't send me a notif for this D:
"Can I help? I have some medical experience." He holds out his hands in silent request for the bucket.
Healing herbs are an old idea that isn't too out-there, so he can take Legion's word on that, at least.
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"Query. Do you have any knowledge as to the cause of these injuries?" It's seeming increasingly unlikely that it is any of the denizens of this world--the animals also appear to be concerned.
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At Legion's question, he shakes his head, frowning at the wounds even as he begins to join in the treatment process. Dragonite stands guard behind the two, vigilant for any hostile wildlife that might approach their location.
"If it's not the natives, it would have to be one of the people here, wouldn't it? I just can't think of a reason why someone might want to do this." It's not like it would help to navigate the tunnels; who would be willing to traverse the wounds they made? It seems like simple cruelty for cruelty's sake, and he wrinkles his nose in disgust at the thought.
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That's how Viridi fixed this the last time: she listened to the animals and brought a bunch of the bear things here to help. Motivation was provided primarily by Legion and offers of cake.
"It is also puzzling to us. However, it is possible that fellow captives blame this world and the beings in it for trapping them here." Legion doesn't think the world did this deliberately, as it did not exist when they arrived. If something is responsible for them being here, it is some other entity or force: this world is simply a creation resulting from it.