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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Dark Eberhart's Return Thu Jun 14, 2018 7:52 pm
The Mechanical Guardian
Was it night time already? It was difficult to tell when all she had to go by was her own internal clock and mental images produced by a form of advanced situational awareness. Most of the lab attendants had already left for the day, their work completed. As usual it was Angel who stayed far longer than the rest. In fact, some thought she pretty much lived there. While it was true the Doll needed almost no sleep or sustenance if at all, she simply loved her job and all the difficulties and successes it presented. At different corners of the lab there were completed and half finished droids. Some were ready for combat, and some weren’t. Some were specialized in offensive maneuvers, and some were among the best in their respective defensive capabilities. And then there were some created after the energy and biological samples donated by Radioactive, whose power were a testament to the technological prowess of the Vanguard. In the end, though she was proud of her team’s accomplishment, she was never satisfied. There was always something new to improve and update.
”Yes, what can I d-oh,” said Angel making a momentary pause, ”Ghislain, right? Nice to meet your acquaintance.”
The man was in almost every way a stranger to her. She had never met him, and he had never met her. And though she was unaware of her past and whom she had been, not even that person had any real relationship to the Quincy. However, the myriad of amounts of data she possessed in her archives and in her operating system contained vast amounts of information on the spiritual world. His name, common knowledge about him, as well as sightings, ideas, and rumors were all logged under his file. In some ways, she knew him very well, or at least as much as a relatively close friend would. As for him, though her presence should have certainly been a surprise, he was bound to have heard the name, most likely through her unique set of skills with technology or simply due to her efficiency in the field of battle.
”You haven’t come around the compound for some time or so my records indicate. What can I do for you?”
As she talked she walked closer, his energy creating the perfect silhouette of his body that allowed her to gauge his height, proportion, and the weapons he might have despite her lack of sight. As for the Doll, there wasn’t any energy to feel. In most ways she would seem like a regular powerless human were it not for the too-logical a manner of speaking and her nearly robotic behavior. However that was a term that was thought of as a bit of taboo, as lately the girl had started to entertain the idea that she was alive, and that she was far more than a machine. Her outfit was the casual black fabric that hid her energy, the skirt covering well though just barely below her butt. The black gloves and boots were as fancy as they were powerful, a testament to the skill and power she deployed in close quarter combat. More notably was the contrast of the black of her blindfold and pale white of her hair, a sign that further showed her lack of sight.
Once she was close enough she bowed lightly. Both of her hands would pick and pull at the tip of her skirts, something she had downloaded from an manners and ethics book that deemed it imperative. From it she moved to a handshake, something common in her social repertoire. If allowed she would check on the texture, firmness, and nature of his skin. When sight was unavailable, there was a lot one could tell about an individual by the way their skin felt. If allowed the freedom of movement, the Doll would simply lean back lightly, sitting on the edge of a large white table made of a strange otherworldly material, possibly of her own creation.
Subject Post 4Subject: Re: The Dark Eberhart's Return Sun Jul 01, 2018 6:40 pm
The Mechanical Guardian
”Sorry about wha-”
Then she felt it. Her sensors were picking up a form of energy loosely related to reishi. She could get a mental image, and even analyze some of its most basic structure, but not much more. Nonetheless, Ghislain’s file did mention his ability to use something called Dark Matter. Unfortunately there wasn’t much information as to what it could do since the accounts were far and few in between. As it approached her, the Doll remained cautious and at the ready. It seemed to be scanning her, but Angel was doing her own scanning as well. Her design was dissecting the particles, trying to find a reason or motive to their action. She needed to know what they were doing before they did, in order to prevent potential tampering or hacking of her design. No one could really hack something as complex and led by something as advanced as she was, but the Doll was at the ready in the unlikely scenario. The method in which he checked her however was extremely odd. To a regular Human it would have been shameful and perhaps infuriating, but neither emotion was truly seen in the girl. Sure, exploring her body like that was unprofessional and perhaps not necessary, but she didn’t have a pride to keep or a threshold for shame that would make her lash out; she did however have secrets to keep.
”Okay I think you’ve scanned enough,” said the Doll as a quick burst of energy flowed out from within her.
The energy should have been enough to push away some of the dark matter that didn’t seem all that malicious to begin with. Even the one that had made it deep inside would have been dealt with through a number of ways that included but were not limited to specific mix of mechanical and spiritual hardware, and the other fail safes she possessed. No doubt Ghislain would have found out what he wanted to know, but none of the things that were kept secret and hidden from prying eyes. Once their energies had dissipated, Angel was yet again surprised by his reaction. He licked her hand. The woman wasn’t an expert on Human interaction, and there was still far too much she needed to learn to consider herself as fluent or comparable to a Human as her men. Still, his reaction didn’t register as something that would commonly be done. Perhaps it was a Quincy thing, or perhaps it was simply a Ghislain thing. Regardless, it didn’t bother her at all, though frankly very little did. It was just odd, specially since she couldn’t sense any technique or ability that would require an action like that to be performed. The idea that he had done it simply because he wanted to had not even registered.
”That’s different. But you’re right. I’m a Shinigami Doll, the result of endless work by two famous scientists and the best of technology crammed into one being. I’m not the best at anything, but I learn quickly and adapt. And you’re right, one of my primary skills is the use of reishi like a Quincy. Look.”
All of a sudden, one of her hands was encircled by reishi of a very strange kind. It wasn’t the typical blue hue noticeable in the Quincy, but rather a bright golden yellow of her own unique kind. The ring of reishi has a lot of symbols along its border, similar to those seen in the Enochian language before it expanded, a large beautiful white katana materializing into her hands. The blade was almost as long as she was tall, a testament to her skill with the blade in utilizing such a weapon with strength and dexterity. Strangely enough, of all her swords, and she had many, that was her shortest and lightest one. In essence, the technique wasn’t very different from a Quincy’s ability to summon a spirit weapon. So while she was of a unique race, Ghislain should have found quite a lot of similarities between her and his own kind. Perhaps as some form of weird relative, not related by blood.