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heya! lookin' to get some new threads started (non-event) so feel free to like this post if you wanna write with angela! capping at 3 likes and free game for fellow project moon castmates (*´◡｀*) will take some time to get 'em out so thanks in advance for your patience!
Seeing the ocean again was oddly nostalgic. Given the places they could apparently end up, however, he was unsurprised to find himself with a dreary backdrop - continued nostalgia, if only due to the typical dreary state of any beach in the City. It felt something akin to fate, although likely simply a cross between punishment, atonement, and some measure of providing a similar enough environment.
Green eyes surveyed the building in front of the trio, and only served to dishearten him given their distinct lack of personal combat resources.
"It seems we find ourselves at disadvantage and advantage both." Gesturing to some of the broken crates outside of the facility, he indicates the manufactured food. The advantage being that resources seemed plentiful, with more to come within the facility.
The stark disadvantage seemed to be the large claw marks that had torn the crates open, seemingly leading back into the facility.
"While we three are used to such things, it is doubtful that we will have easy access to any of the measures within the facility that would typically let us control our situation."
That, and...
He was truly uncertain about how this little 'family vacation' may turn out.
"Now would be the best time to discuss our plan going forward, Sir Ayin, Angela.""
@bibliothecaires & @sccdoflight
One moment, she's engrossed in her research, only to be stranded in an unknown island in a blink of an eye. The crashing of the oceans waves are not enough to instill some sort of calm within Angela, unfortunately. To be stuck outside a seemingly abandoned laboratory in a monster infested landscape with Ayin and Hokma wasn't the worst thing she's ever had to experience, but it is definitely one she can do without.
Angela shifts her attention to the crumbled crates Hokma gestures to, eyebrows furrowing as she observes the imbedded markings. Whatever was contained in the facility possibly couldn't hold a candle to the Abnormalities they once handled, but of course, it's too soon to make that conclusion.
"Simple. We should explore the lab while utilizing stealth to the best of our abilities and only resort to fighting as a last ditch effort," she states, looking at Hokma, "While our powers are a meager fraction of what they once were, that isn't to say we are entirely incapable of defending ourselves."
Golden eyes glance over at Ayin now, wondering what sort of thoughts are rushing through his head. Perhaps he's cursing the fact that he has to once again share the same space with the creation he so despises, but somehow manages to find a strange solace to be with a being that was once his closest companion.
Still, she braces herself, as she anticipates her recommendations to be shot down by their yet-to-be Manager.
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@bibliothecaires
❝ Tread too closely to the lava and you will be burned, Angela. ❞ binah's tone betrays no concern, no real worry for her director. she is simply stating a fact, an observation that one could take as a warning should they wish.
from her place against a tree, content in observing the flames spew from a distance, binah smiles. ❝ — though I do not deny it is a magnificent scene to witness. ❞ this sort of natural phenomenon was a rare sight to behold, indeed. in an urban settlement like the city, what else was there to see but electric sheep and towers of steel? a dull sight, when it is all you have ever known. in contrast, the fresh air of the island and the sting of the volcano's heat on her skin was an utterly new experience.
in much the same way as she had once found satisfaction in taking the lives of those who begged for her mercy, the way in which the flames unreservedly consumed the foliage brings about a tranquility within her. it was a catastrophe of nature, not man — and yet, no less enjoyable. alas, pleasure can only be derived from something if consumed in moderation, and binah didn't want to wear out the new joy she had discovered. ❝ Those beasts will be coming towards us soon to avoid the obvious danger. It would be wiser to move in the opposite direction, should you still wish to watch everything unfold in safety. ❞
Angela softly murmurs to acknowledge Binah's statement as she quickly jots down her notes. To witness a volcano in action is a rare spectacle to her, as she's only ever read about such an event. Despite her capabilities as an AI, she takes the opportunity to write in as much detail as possible not just for herself, but for anyone else within her circle who would eventually want to partake in this knowledge.
As she feels the ground quake beneath her, she finishes the final sentence almost dramatically and closes her notebook. Then, she looks up at the spewing lava before glancing back at Binah. "A sound suggestion," she says as she rejoins her side.
Once they've distanced themselves enough from the chaos, Angela watches as prehistoric beasts run rampant to avoid getting swallowed by the flowing magma. Though bizarre, it's an impressive sight to behold. "It's a shame we're not able to have some tea as this unfolds," she quips, "It would be a nice way to pass the time."
"The very fact that we have been handed piecemeal is a concern, but one that we will ascertain soon enough." He looks at the book she gestures to, nodding as she explains her rationale. His very own, he reasons, as she explains what she has found so bar. "There is also the fact that we can be pulled from the Library at all, or that it would not follow you." But she was right - the sprawling metropolis had more to distinguish it from the City in terms of physical appearance, but it was likely the same at its heart.
"Truthfully, there is some comfort in the similarities. That simply means that we can navigate under some preliminary assumptions - that being that we will likely be spared attention until we gain some modicum of power, or create enough of an issue to be worth more than this dimension's equivalent of Sweepers." He holds up one finger. "And two - as you said. If we are here, it would be rationale to assume the others may arrive." He holds up a second finger. "Three - were we able to move through multidimensional space, maintaining our physical forms as we were in the Library, then this is a technology beyond physics we have personally experience. Even W's Singularity can not accomplish nearly as much. In fact, it is more akin to an Invitation."
Placing his fingers down and his hand back by his side, he raises an eyebrow at the explanation of the religion. "Religion is often perplexing - fairy tales and rumors typically serve as the sources of it."
Angela folds her arms her arms when Hokma brings up the Library. "It appears that our abilities here are immensely limited, but if we were given at least a page upon arrival then surely we should be able to regain more of our powers if we appease whatever authority rules over this place."
A reluctant sigh escapes her shortly after, slightly annoyed with her own conclusion. She listens intently to him still as he adds on to what she mentioned prior, nodding with each key point. It's true that their circumstance puts W Corp's Singularity nearly to shame; all the more reason to get their bearings and adapt as best and soon as possible.
She skims through the religious text in her hands, her finger stopping on the passage she kept note of. "You're correct, but what's caught my attention is the claim that devotees can hear either voices of the fused deity this church worships. While it could be an asinine connection, I can't help but think of the Distortion Phenomenon, and..."
Angela trails off, the mere thought of Carmen leaving a tang of unpleasantry in her.
"What? You don't?!" With how often she did stay here anyone would've thought she might be the owner. Or it could easily been the young mind not putting two and two together in regards to someone showing up often /=/ they actually own the place.
"Well the clapper that used to work with me always said that if I was lost I should go somewhere that's pretty crowded. And this place seemed pretty big so OwO thought it would be perfect to try and get my bearings!"
Whether or not that was actually successful had yet to be seen. But it wasn't a complete failure either....
"Plus I was bored..."
Her astonishment is a bit surprising, but at least she didn't react as though her entire world came crashing down. Hearing the young girl's name as she refers to herself in second person throws Angela off guard somewhat. 'Ooh-woah'? And what does she exactly mean by a clapper?
The admission of boredom only grates Angela's nerves further. "While this library can be bustling at times, it can be fairly easy to get lost in if you aren't too careful. I've heard that if you wander the halls for too long, you'll get turned into a book."
It's a blatant lie, but the thought of such an outcome should be enough to motivate the girl to get her act together.
There's no other word for it: sentimentality sends him to the local library, the grandest one he can locate.
It's felt like forever since he had any place that felt like "home", and he has to admit, being forcibly torn from it for some kind of weird situation that he still isn't entirely convinced isn't a Singularity or Distortion makes the old, black sorrow stir just a little bit. But he's not so fragile as to give up entirely before he's even taken a look around and assessed the situation. He's not been here for longer than two days.
It takes some doing just to get all the way out to Spirale, but he manages it. If nothing else, books might be a good way to pass some time. He's scarcely entered the doors of the admittedly rather impressive halls before his wandering gaze meets a familiar golden one.
"...Angela?"
It's so convenient that he thinks it's a trick. He's not quick to trust and that's how he's stayed alive as a Fixer, mostly. Still, he smiles after a moment, and his sincere smiles are not as common as most think.
"If I was going to find you anywhere, I figured this would be the place. Everything still in one piece?" The loss of control of her situation must be driving her up the wall...not that he doesn't feel the same.
Angela gives a soft chuckle at his statement and nods in agreement. The joyful gesture doesn't last long, however. "If you're referring to our own world, I don't have a solid answer. Some familiar faces have arrived here as well, though most of them only have ties to me." She then rests her chin atop her hand, reflecting on the encounters she's had with Ayin and Carmen.
How would he react if he found out they were here? How would an encounter between one or both go? She decides not to mull on the possibility any further.
A resigned sigh escapes Angela now, her hand falling back to her side. "Though this situation is far from ideal, I've been doing what I can to learn more about the workings of this realm and all it has to offer. Perhaps it will benefit us in the long run when we can resume our plans to overturn the Head."
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Spirale's library bears a serene sort of ambiance in the evening when only a select few roam its halls to fulfill their own intentions. The nightly patrons silently acknowledge one another as they peruse the building, lingering along the bookshelves or admiring the adorning flowers.
Angela scans through her latest read, a book that supposedly contains information about the local flora. She has yet to completely decipher the language, but is able to make some basic words and sentences out. When she reaches a good stopping point, she places a bookmark between the pages and decides to take a break to walk around the library once more.
She listens closely to the water's gentle flow, taking care that her footsteps don't interrupt the sound. As she circles by the entrance, she slowly comes to a halt as its doors begin to open. Angela sees Roland walk inside, his attention completely focused on the interior before he finally notices her standing before him.
It's certainly a surprise, as all the reunions she's had here have been. But seeing Roland comforts her and dispels the lingering loneliness that has plagued her upon arriving.
Angela turns to fully face him with a smile, "It's wonderful to see you again, Roland."
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"So you own that library or something like that?" It really did feel like OwO was stretching herself thing trying to figure out more about how the city worked when her real goal should've been getting the lion head back ASAP. But the next important thing was trying to find people to bounce ideas off of.
And while the one person she ran into (thankfully not literally) seemed less that interested talking to her about any topic at all the mention of books seemed to grasp their attention somewhat.
"I can't say I've read many books. Or if any actually seemed that interesting to me." Being illiterate certainly didn't help at all either. "But if they had pictures or something I'm sure I could give one or two a try."
Then again they'd have to be interesting enough that the young girl didn't lose attention within a minute of picking it up. That's what made all the ones the Chief told that much more impressive in scale...
@bibliothecaires
Angela gives a resigned sigh, "While I frequent it often, I do not own this library." Although she currently lacks her E.G.O., she's attempting to recreate her book collection in her current housing to the best of her ability without unconvincing the other tenants. Still, she continues to spend her time in this library more than anything.
She looks at the petite girl, watching her mull on the topic of literature. It's no surprise that a picture book would catch her attention most of all, not that Angela has any recommendations for her to start with.
She looks at the stuffed plush within the girl's arms, wondering if it had any significance. Angela then places a bookmark between her pages and closes the book. "Are you here by yourself?" And why talk to me, of all people, she nearly asks but withholds the question.
(Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ) (´∀｀) (-.-)
(Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ): When they are surprised by somebody do they physically jump? Scream?
there's a quick reaction, but it isn't screaming or jumping. angela would be ready to act in an instant thanks to her being an A.I. and able to perceive time slower so she'll always be one step ahead so, if anything, she'll probably be the one to surprise someone
(´∀｀): Do they laugh when they get nervous?
she doesn't! she's actually very composed even in the worst situations, it's something she's grown accustomed to
(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily?
i'd assume she doesn't need to rest since she's an A.I., but when she does sleep she'd be up and ready to seize the day i feel she'd also hate it if someone woke her up unless they had a very, very good reason for doing so
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(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?
angela can hide her emotions for some time, but it ends up boiling over and spilling once her patience starts to run out she gets exasperated fairly easily and is quick to withdraw, especially when she starts to get embarrassed over expressing herself
so there isn't really much to show in terms of body language, she's sure to show it with her words and actions to recover, she just hides away until she's regained her composure :9
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Σ(ﾟДﾟ；): Have they ever sprained or broken their leg before? How about their arm? What was the story behind it?
╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?
ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something?
ヽ( ´O｀): What is their body language like when sleepy?
(Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ): When they are surprised by somebody do they physically jump? Scream?
(⸝⸝⸝ ̑ ̑⸝⸝⸝): Does their face get red after they drink?
(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.)
( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s?
(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?
ಠ-ಠ: Do they like it when people touch their hair?
(ﾉ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.)
♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪: How are they like when they dance? Are they stiff? Fluid? A good dancer? Do they prefer to dance with a lot of others, with one other person, or alone?
ง ( ⌓̈ )ง: Are they physically strong when it comes to fights?
(´∀｀): Do they laugh when they get nervous?
ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry?
ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?
「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?
⊙.☉: Does their voice get an octave higher when they lie? Does it crack?
( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡): Does having somebody stroke their head make them feel relaxed?
(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses?
(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily?
(ó﹏ò｡): Are there any foods that make their stomach upset?
It is quite likely they were on the same page, and the thought occurred to him upon arrival. She does, however, look quite surprised - only adding to his personal theory that there were very few of them there of the 'Librarians'. Being cast from the City had surely not meant this, but those were multidimensional theories for another time.
"I simply have not found a place to set it down." Accompanied by an exhale, he regards the wooden sword in his hand. Much akin to something a child would be given to play with, and surely something that would snap off the moment he decided to use it as a weapon.
"Luckily, however, I have also been given this." Briefly, he pulls the E.G.O. page for The Price of Silence from his coat, before putting it away, seemingly so that others could not see nor gauge what their current strength - or lack thereof, was. "I have yet to try it, but given the lack of other options, it seems to be our best possible defense."
That, and he was hardly sure 'lucky' was the word he would use for their situation going forward. "Based on your expression upon my arrival, I imagine there aren't any of the others." Although her being happy to see him, he concluded, meant that they likely remembered the same things.
"Still, it is good to see you as well, Angela."
She lets out a soft chuckle at his remark, her eyes lingering on the sword before looking back up at him. She's soon left in awe when he shows her his E.G.O. page before giving an affirming nod. "I, too, am in possession of a page. It doesn't offer much offense, unfortunately. Better than nothing, I suppose."
Angela's smile wavers when Hokma mentions the other Librarians, "You're correct. It looks like it's the two of us at the moment." She softly exhales and gestures over to the book that remained in her seat. "I thought it best to familiarize myself with this world's texts as quickly as possible. Truthfully, it's like learning about the City all over again. Despite the differences, there are also some striking similarities."
For one, there's whatever beings or power is responsible in bringing them here. While she hasn't found much information regarding that yet, she couldn't help but equate it to the Head. Angela pulls herself from her thoughts and glances over at Hokma, "Since we're here, I think it would be safe to assume that others could possibly appear here as well. Although... Who knows when that could happen." And there's no point in hinging hope on the possibility either.
She picks up her book, flipping through its pages once more until she lands on her bookmark. "Their religion is intriguing, although the stories pertaining to it read like some sort of fairy tale. Some details are a bit... perplexing, to say the least."
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Angela absentmindedly rubs the spine of her book with her fingers as she lets out another sigh. The carefree attitude is… certainly something. Not a hint of embarrassment or any sort of seriousness can be found within his bright brown eyes. He doesn’t seem bothered at the fact Angela caught his attention–rather, he was offering to show her what music was inspiring him to unabashedly sway around the park.
She glances at his earpiece and raises an eyebrow when she’s able to pick up the music coming from it. “Well, you definitely were making a ruckus chanting ‘Chai’ and making quite a show out of yourself for no reason. You’ll also wind up making yourself deaf with how loud the volume is.” It’s a surprise he even paid attention to her. “Is there a reason you decided to make a spectacle of yourself out in public?”
“Here. Just a sec....”
Chai took out his headset and let the music just play as it’s rock music. Never considering the fact hey. People wear headset to not be rude and blast their music outloud in public.
Not the scream in your face death metal kind. It’s punky yet....hopeful? It’s almost a uplifting kind of rock. A rock that can get anyone almost to stomp their feet and clap as Chai for sure loved this song.
But yeah no.....Chai ear drums seem to be fine no matter how loud the sound. Some benefit of project armstrong perhaps?
“Training myself to be a Rock Star one day you know? In order for me to get there i’m gonna need training and a lot of samples....since training hard right now i was just taking a jog to get the gear turning. You play any intruments....i didn’t get your name did i?”
Chai offer his metal hand out for her to shake.
“Chai. No last Name. Just Chai. FUTURE rock star in training.”
He said the rock star part without cringing is quite amusing.
Angela listens closely to the noise coming from his headphones, furrowing her brows as she tries to make out the sounds from small speakers. The guitars blare out as the drum kicks into a solo and the bass carries the rhythm as the singer passionately shouts the lyrics. She probably would appreciate it more if she was actively listening with the headset on, but it isn't a dire need.
Somehow, she gains a better understanding of his antics now.
She slightly tilts her head at his goal of becoming a rock star, thinking back on the musicians she's encountered in the past. The only similarities she's seen so far is the eccentricity. One could argue that his passion could compare with that of the Pianist's devotees, but he's more chipper and positive. A welcome change in either case.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm Angela," Angela says, reaching for his hand and giving a firm shake. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't play any instruments. I've read plenty of books about them, however, I don't have any sort of talent." She probably could if she nosedived into sheet music for days on end, but she keeps that to herself.
he startles as he hears a familiar voice. there were many people he never expected to see again, but angela was probably the top of the list after everything that happened. it wasn't an unwelcome meeting, but it wasn't exactly pleasant either. their parting had been a bit strained– not that their relationship had been all that good to start with. it was merely a relationship born of a mutual loneliness. angela had originally been the only one carmen had been capable of interacting with, and carmen had been the only one to be a constant in angela's life, though that changed after the lab collapsed.
it was more than shocking that angela had spoken to them, let alone spoken first. they would have imagined that angela would prefer to pretend to not have seen them, and moved on. they supposed it's not like they're on opposite paths here in spirale, though, so there was really no need to step on eggshells. despite the awkward tension of the meeting, carmen beamed at angela. they had never disliked her, after all, and had always been fascinated with her.
"angela." it was a soft voice, almost fond if it wasn't a bit strained. "i didn't expect to see you, either. certainly not in this strange place."
she turned away from angela to gaze at the other patrons for a moment. "i am, though there is quite a large setback in my abilities here, i still want to follow my principles. you're the same way, no? ...not to imply we're the same." she had never thought that way, even if angela had been created of her likeness. even from the beginning, it was obvious angela would never be her. there was always proof that she had her own will, even if she hadn't been able to express it freely for so long. carmen shouldn't have found comfort in this, not after everything angela had went through– but she was human, after all, with the ugly selfishness that reared its head, making her glad that it meant that no one could replace her.
"...in a way, i'm glad our paths crossed again. though i'm not sure whether or not you feel the same." why would she? the source of her anguish, standing in front of her, completely fine. her grudge may have been targeted at ayin, but it certainly couldn't mean she didn't hold carmen in some sort of disdain. "still, talking to you under more pleasant circumstances makes me happy."
So it appears that Carmen's power has been tampered with as well. Not that it would hinder them any less, truthfully. What they lacked in physical ability they made up for with their words and persuasion. Truly a force to be reckoned with nonetheless. It would come as no surprise if they managed to rally unsuspecting people in Spirale already.
Still, Angela couldn't really share the sentiment of running into Carmen. There's a sort of bittersweetness to it; after all, he's stayed by her side for an entire millennia. A constant, familiar comfort that was always there when she needed it, but she had to separate herself from him eventually.
Even if was not on the best of terms.
She listens to Carmen, observing her as she looks upon the passersby and gives a silent nod in agreement. "Like you, my powers have been weakened. It appears I've retained the majority of my features as an A.I., however."
After some silence, Angela takes small steps and stands beside Carmen but keeps a short amount of distance between them. "Almost like old times, wouldn't you agree?" She jests, a small smile showing upon her features. She considers proposing some sort of truce--to start over on better terms, maybe--but she catches that signature spark in his eyes. That determination, the unyielding passion to fix the hearts of the sickened by their own methods, shines ever brightly.
This calm stillness between them is only temporary, and it's only a matter of time before they end up clashing once again.
hello all! sorry for disappearing for a hot minute, april got very hectic for me after the first few days and things are finally starting to calm down orz
i'll be getting to the replies that i owe within the coming days and hopefully be around more too! if you ever need anything or want to write/plot, you're always welcome to send an ask or dm me here! thanks for your patience!
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1 & 17 were just answered!
Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?
i would like to be, i think angela would be an interesting yet lovely person to befriend
