Post by Riki on Apr 10, 2021 16:40:45 GMT -5
Emi: Kai's Combat Rune, Telepathic Link
Android R: Telepathic Link
Android R: Telepathic Link
Android R — 03/29/2021
R entered the astral realm with a certain amount of trepidation. He had heard a call some time previously, a call whose origin was familiar to the angel's grace that powered him. Such was the reason why he didn't answer the call. He didn't want Grace to recognise the captive angel and seek to free him. Nevertheless, as R was preparing to leave Damaskia and track down another rogue celestial, he knew that he couldn't let his training fall by the wayside.
Yan — 03/30/2021
Emi was also preparing to leave for Damaskia, but doing so required ample preparation and like any child she was trying to fill her bag with as many toys as possible. Along with that she had to report to the man sending her on this mission before leaving, the commander who had used Captain Adler's sway to get control of the Robotics Divison, and thus over her and many of the other androids under Damaskia's supervision.
Technically, the Captain was truly in charge, which she liked to remind Yan of constantly, because with her higher ranked position in the Explosives Unit, she should only have to report to Adler. Luckily, Yan wasn't a stickler for positions of power and handled her as he handled everyone who didn't bend, manipulating her interests to make her do what he wanted. He was very good at it.
"Gots Humpty Dumpty, Bunny Bombs, Super Big Dumpty, Spark n'Splash times twenty, Sparklers, Boom Shots..." she said running off her list in the supply area of the robotics division. A lot of the modified bombs there were made by her, and cleaned up to be less cute by annoyed droids, but she was busy making them cute again as well as decorating large firearms that still fit in her modified dimensional bag.
Surely, any Shadowguard soldier wouldn't go anywhere without packing some weapons first, even if the androids were made with many already inside them.
Android R — 03/30/2021
R entered the armoury of the Damaskian Robotics Division looking to pilfer some explosives for use during his planned escapades. There were two celestials on his list and he was hoping for some sort of holy hand grenade or something that would play merry havoc with their everything. Though his Quadblaster was able to do all sorts of fun things, he was hoping for a few more explosive solutions to his problems.
As he entered, he heard what sounded like a child's voice running through a list of what sounded like candy as she wandered through the shelves nearby. R was intrigued, and sought the owner of this voice for a closer inspection. After all, he liked candy.
"And you are?" he asked, rounding the corner and almost bumping into her.
Yan — 03/30/2021
Emi didn't notice as he rounded the corner, even as he ended up almost in her personal space and blinked when he spoke. She looked up, expecting to need to look up, only for her gaze to trail down to the rodent android's face. Her mind immediately went for food, but her scanners showed he was not completely flesh and his presence in this specific armory made sense.
Not food. Comrade.
"3m63r," she said simply, turning back to look down at her pack which seemed close to overflowing until she pushed down on it and then the bombs seemed to magically squish down. If he had any access to records he would be able to see the code was for a demonic cyborg who had been given charge over the Damaskian Explosives Unit with supervision from the Robotics Division. Androids always needed supervision.
"But most people call me Emi now. The commander says people like names better than numbers," she explained before looking back to him. "Who are you?"
Android R — 03/30/2021
R looked up, regarded the seemingly delicate features of 3m63r. Immediately, his database recalled several short video clips which proved the diminutive yet taller than he was android to be something of a terror. She was in charge of the explosives unit, which fit his purposes perfectly.
"R," he responded, "but Walid calls me Rocket. I've heard the same thing about people liking names rather than designations. You're from the DEU, right? I wonder if you can help me with a little problem that I've been having. I am hunting down two celestials and am looking for explosives with unholy shrapnel. Does the DEU have anything like that?"
Yan — 03/30/2021
"I do like Emi though," she told him, brightening up with a cheerful smile. The name had been given to her by Yan, but then other people said it was cute, and she liked being called cute, if only because it made killing things easier.
"Do you like Rocket?" she asked after, content to call him whatever. She supposed she should stick to designations in such a place of business, but he had been open enough to talk about his friend. The only Walid in her database was a wanted felon who had tried to blow up Central City. She wondered if it was the same one.
She perked up though at the recognition, nodding eagerly for both the confirmation of her position as well as wanting to help.
"Of course!" she said immediately, then looked down to her bag. She seemed to contemplate it for a moment, then began pulling out some of her toys. "The celestials were big bads trying to invade Damaskia, so the GSA did lots of studies! And experiments. Emi also knows some things from the data remaining from her time in Hell," she explained. "Do you want the compact bombs or the big bombs that have big splashes? I like the big splashes. Humpty Dumpty bounces through three explosions!"