Clair De Lune

not an Arm Dispensary Affiliated with Isola Radiale

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V2 (they/them/it)

one-of-a-kind Supreme Machine made for killing

kills in style because they have Class

is sometimes a little dramatic

deployed in peacetime for presumably peacekeeping purposes

probably a bad idea considering mankind is dead by the start of the game

descends into hell in search of blood

their directives post humanity’s extinction are summed up as follows: MANKIND IS DEAD BLOOD IS FUEL HELL IS FULL

except Isola has a thriving human population, so theyre not sure how to feel about the whole thing anymore. App Stats Threads Rules

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from the blood, a figure drenched.

(been a while! no promises to return to this blog but. perhaps soon..)

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serpentsbreath​:

“Fuck off.”

     …It’s a two-word condensation of what he was trying to say earlier, in apparently too many words for V2. Surely the newer V-Model prototype was smarter than it was letting on. Or did this one solely rely on brute strength and steel physique to get through life? Either way, what an incredibly annoying first impression for it to make. Weren’t robots supposed to make human life easier?

     Fifteen briefly imagines himself jamming chopsticks into the other’s optic socket and tearing it out from them, but in reality resumes attending to his bowl of food. No need to use real precognition for stress relief when he’s feeling imaginative enough.

“Almost mistook you for the other ‘bot, covered in that blood you both seem to covet.”

     He refills his cup of tea before tilting the lid of the ceramic kettle ajar. The NULL could imagine, though, that any waiter would be hesitant to approach until the tension in the air settled. Using his chopsticks, Fifteen pushes an empty dim sum basket toward the edge of the table. Still hungry for more.

“That arm of his is yours, isn’t it?”

     There was a green one, too—one that matched the same one V2 had attached. Without knowing of Whiplash’s origins, he can only assume that implicates some V3 yet unseen. Maybe that one knows not to throw a hissy fit in a restaurant for humans.

it couldnt help throwing it’s weight around, sometimes. it was too fun to watch people squirm under it’s gaze, a habit leftover from before the extinction of humanity. this human was definitely unlike the others though, exhibiting bravado- no, utter confidence in their own skills, to talk to it like that. a good sign, it needed a creature with sufficient combat capability for what it had in mind. pulling out it’s phone, it fumbles with the keys, trying to hammer out a quick message before pausing at the mention of it’s sibling. so he has seen him around, that might imply proximity, it could also be in passing but with luck it should be the former. it returns to tapping at the phone, wings folded up neatly, allowing a server access to their table, should they be so needlessly brave.

that gesture soon becomes completely meaningless as their wings seem to fan back out, no muscles to tense, no facial features to be read, so the ones that made it gave an obvious tell to other humans when it was not safe to approach. it looks up at him slowly at the- observation? no. it was definitely a jab. this human’s pushing his luck. nevermind that it had just been doing the same thing, trying his patience.

it finishes off the message, showing him the screen while it’s wings slowly fold up again. no need to get heated, here. this man still had his uses. NOTE: <not hungry. i require your assistance in ascertaining combat ability.>

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lightbursted​:

“Buh– !”

What is– they have to rub their face and pause for a sneeze in order to finally clear out their nose and throat. Shimmers of iridescent slowly reveal their hovering form, eyes blinking to try and see past the mist of colour. V2 and the wizard’s forms begin to clear, and Ori blinks, eyes looking from one figure to the other. They’re about to wave an awkward hello when–

“… ??!”

Hey! Ori stumbles forward, a pair of newly-donned fairy wings trying to disrupt their trotting by picking them up into the air. The light spirit stretches to stand their full height, still nowhere near matching V2. Still, they’ve positioned themselves between them and the wizard.

“Vitu.” a single name. Unhappy eyes stare up at V2′s single golden optic - their face communicates a simple request to not do what they did again. At least it was a simple slap, and not a railcannon explosion.

The light spirit glances the V-Model machine up and down, then the wizard, then their … wings. Then the bedroom. Ori’s pupils wander back to the machine. Is this their bedroom?

the little light spirit knows it’s designation, have they met before? they could have read the label on it’s chest, but most people are often more interested in the big yellow optic of a killing machine bearing down on them rather than look at it’s chest.

what an odd creature, the threat profile said nothing of wings. it seems to be new to this ‘Ori’ as well, judging by it’s unfamiliarity with it. humorously, they seem to be trying to protect?? the wizard character, who starts talking again. “oh great light spirit, long has your arrival been.. long awaited, we beseech thee, assist the hero in their many perils, they may save the world, but only you can save them!!”

while Ori has a look around the honestly painfully generic bedroom, the only decoration being a single poster vaguely depicting some triangular structures and a blazing sun, V2 moves to smack the wizard again, as if to challenge Ori’s simple request.

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serpentsbreath​:

     Jesus christ. Who the hell builds a bloodsucking robot with a retractable proboscis? The blue one was equally bloodthirsty, but it didn’t have that going on. Hard not to gawk at, but Fifteen manages to mind his business because he’s hungry, and even freaky robot-alien mechanisms won’t so much as dent his appetite.

“For fucks sake,” he mutters through a mouthful, just hearing the clamor from the back. Can’t a guy even enjoy a single goddamn meal in a restaurant without some otherworldly creature fucking it up for him?      Screw the “unflinching steel”, he’s now too grumpy to care about some other asshole having a temper tantrum in a restaurant. Fifteen glances back and moves his hand dismissively, chopsticks still held. Tough shit. Piss off.

     When it’s clear V2 is going to continue their approach regardless, the NULL swallows another mouthful down just to spite it. He rests his chin in the other palm, bowl protected between his propped-up elbows.

“You’re telling me you don’t have 20 Dust for a gallon of pig blood?” he asks, “Or bus fare for the nearest slaughterhouse?” He laughs once—a humorless huff of air.

“Go out and kill something.” It’s free, and pretty good stress relief, just in case the other offers were too expensive for a war machine who never had to worry about taxes until now.

“I’ll even pick up your tab. Just leave this place alone. I’m not going to get better pork siomai anywhere else.” And I’m not letting a robot fuck that up for me.

V2 stops just shy of the table, their optic kept on the bowl as they loom over the human. truth be told, they werent low on fuel in the slightest. theyd just wanted to see how such a fierce looking human would react. the way his shoulders were hunched, his feet carefully planted to fire out of the chair at a moments notice and his eyes having sized them up momentarily when their orders had mixed up. it spoke of a seasoned killer. of a human worth the time it took to kill them. of course, it’s no use fighting someone like that now. he was new here, a neighbour some doors down, they believed. there would be no point to quashing the salmon before it can ascend the waterfall. it was simply entertaining to make them squirm. it sits before him, optic fixated still on the bowl still, listening to him fire off suggestions of blood procurement they have already thought of (though not yet explored.) only at his suggestion of going out to kill something do they look up at him, tilting their head just slightly as if to ask a question.

are you offering?

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[NOTE]: ‘i think they got our orders mixed up.’ @counterricoshot

He glances away from V2’s newly-repaired phone screen, and then down to the orders in question.

     With another human being at a sit-down restaurant, he’d snark about it, but his next-door neighbor just so happens to be the blue version of whatever-the-hell the V-Models were supposed to be. He’s not about to piss off unflinching steel with a snide comment. Nah, he’ll settle for being curt.

“Here,” he says, trading their bowls. Now V2’s got the order of blood tofu, while Fifteen’s got the duck blood soup.

     He waits for the other’s response before retrieving the bowl to his own table. If V2 had a change of… metal heart(?)… That’d be fine. Eating either of these dishes was fine by him.

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if there is any indication they wish to switch after all, they do not show it. V2 takes their meal back to their table, wings fanned out to block anyone else from sitting before taking a fork to the tofu, turning the whole thing into a thick liquid. its done with the bowl in nearly a minute, moving back to the counter to order more. Fifteen’s not even halfway through his own bowl before he hears the servers at the restaurant regretfully, fearfully tell the killer machine that they were somehow out of blood based stock. yellow light washes over him. he doesnt need to see to know that V2′s looking his way. V2 is coming his way.

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grexsemxnkcy​:

With anyone else it would have bothered her. There’s only a handful of people she didn’t mind watching her at work. LE10, Nero, Corvus, and another. But he’s not here anymore. That kid left just moments ago. Recently. 

When the machine turns its head, Deborah scoffs and shakes her own and goes back to work. “Do what you want. I don’t mind if you watch. You can even take a seat if ya want. If that’s…I don’t know comfortable for you.” 

“I don’t know if he’s around, but LE10 may be in the store too. He’s a tiny robot. If you can find him.”

comfortable? for a mechanic who’s supposed to know machines, she sure treats it as anything but. is this what humans would call pack bonding? it’s quick to brush it off as yet another human fallacy at first, but then remembers a recent conversation warning of looking down on humans so quickly.

after all, if not for this mechanic or the person who’d sold them the hatchet, they’d be short a usable weapon. despite the ultimate fate of humanity back home, it couldn’t be denied that they did hold some kind of untold strength when they were alive. strength it’d be smart to make use of.

quietly, it updates it’s threat profile of humanity as a whole. while still hopeless to match it in power, they were worth being taken seriously. how strange that only after their extinction in their world would V2 recognize their worth. such are the inane machinations of the stars. speaking of machinations, something bumps into it’s leg as a chair rolls into view, helpfully pushed by a ‘tiny robot’ just as described. V2 actually stares at LE10, what was the purpose of this machine? it doesnt bear any weaponry, it’s even less dangerous than the automatous drones that scour hell. perhaps it’s for surveillance? worse, companionship? pathetic. rather than simply punt the thing, V2 picks up the tiny robot, sits it on the rolling chair, then pushes the chair away with LE10 on it. hah, goodbye sad little thing. it then turns back to Deborah to check on the hatchet progress.

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“so! the first thing every heroine needs, is a proper familiar! that way you have someone to yell at you when you forget to eat, or forget a test, or when all hope is lost, and you need a handy sacrifice to win the day-” the lecturer is promptly punched in the face, when the metal fist draws back, theyre smiling past their broken nose. “always impatient! i need to perform the summoning rites, if you would just-” V2 raises their marksman, and rather than the usual bullet, the ring of gunfire or the satisfying ping of a coin, healing mist erupts from the barrel, reversing the damage they’d just inflicted on this insufferable cretin. they stare at their revolver, check the cylinder for bullets before aiming out the window of the room they’d woken up in today, and fire. this time the bullet does ring out, shattering the glass into glittery rain that seems to evaporate into the air. “thanks for that! my nose was getting real stuffy. good idea, letting the wind ventilate the room too.” the old man in a robe nods sagely at the blood filled killing machine, standing in a small bedroom that was decidedly not theirs in the slightest. what sick joke had the stars crafted this time? what or who is this man?? where Are they?? none of these questions are easily posed or demanded without a voice, and the best V2 can manage are harmonically pleasing notes. a few more attempts at killing off this old man are met with failure, the universe itself bending over backwards to paint it’s actions as ‘helpful’ as possible while also keeping it in the bedroom. finally, it pauses in it’s attempts long enough for the old man to play out a kind of summoning sequence, he draws a circle in the floor, and in a flashy display telling the viewer exactly where the budget went in this show, a shape takes form in the middle. @lightbursted finds themselves in a small cute bedroom suddenly, with two figures, one familiar and one a painfully generic caricature of a ruminating wizard looming over them. unlike their previous meetings, V2 doesnt point at them. “ah, what a fine shape your familiar has taken, one of light and purity. im sure you are destined for great-” V2 slaps him away, scrutinising the new arrival. strangely, they only have a threat profile of this creature, although they do not recall meeting it before.. they make no move, waiting to see what it does first.

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grexsemxnkcy​:

Oh. OF course. She can’t blame him for what happened. It’s almost comedic though. With the hatchet now she starts working immediately. She’s already having everything mapped out in her head of how she wants the hatchet to look. Hopefully it’s something V2 will appreciate. Hold on though. She comes to a stop and looks up at the machine. 

“….You plan on just waiting here? It may take me a minute.” Not that she’d mind IF V2 chose to stay. 

tucking away the flip phone into a small hip pouch, they continue their staring until she poses the question. Are they going to keep standing there? it isnt like they have patience to wear thin. no outstanding matters to complete, they don’t fidget, or pace, though perhaps the mechanic is of the sort to resent people watching when they work?

the thought crosses their mind then to stare more, if only to make her uncomfortable. ...they turn away. best not to hamper the effectiveness of the only real mechanic willing to help them that theyve found. instead their optic wanders around the shop, appearing to scan the various bits and bobs scattered about, half finished projects or schematics she might have strung up. in truth they are Still staring at her working, albeit with a little more subtlety.

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grexsemxnkcy​:

The cellphone, got it. She nods and she’s going straight to work with the small device at hand.  Good thing it’s just a cellphone, too. It’s a quick and easy process for her to fix whatever is broken inside and then the screen. 

“Shit, what did you do to this thing?” She asks, but eyes aren’t even bothering to glance up at the machine. They stay locked on the task at hand. Soon, soon enough, the cellphone is fixed and she slides it V2′s way. “Give it a go. See if everything is still in there and whatnot.” She’ll wait to start on the hatchet until she’s sure the cellphone is perfectly fine. 

it raises it’s right arm, green with a spearhead in it’s palm attached to some sort of internal winch, as if that answers everything. she probably gets the gist though. built to be a killing machine, things outside of weaponry do not tend to last long in their presence.

they take back the phone, handling it in both hands ensuring everything is in order despite there not being much to check. there was never a real want for apps and the like after all, supreme machines did not suffer the need for cumbersome apps on too breakable phones.

a nod and more affirmative beeps is the most thanks she’s getting for the phone, before they push forward the hatchet. now for the good part.

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starter call for the new event!

capped at 2, people V2 have already interacted with can go past the cap!

come tune in to watch a magical girl show, featuring your favorite(?) killer machine! V2 has found themselves stuck in a magical girl esque anime, its not even a gritty angsty one with lots of actual blood, just a lot of glitter and exaggerated attacks. their usual solution to this, murder, is off the table as any attack upon ‘civillian’ actors is brushed off as if they had not been shot at/punched/crushed at all. while shooting the monster of the week or even lightly grazing it earns a ludicrous amount of glittery ‘blood’, a very unsatisfying outcome all around.

needless to say, V2 is fucking pissed. the landscape constantly changes, the plot nonsensical, and all their attempts at escaping it near futile. they could be deep in a city in one scene, then in space in the other, a mountain, an alien world, etc. if your muse should end up in the same show as it, expect a fight. V2 is eager to kill something that actually bleeds, or reacts in a normal fashion. theyve been stuck in a season of bad anime tropes and unable to kill anything in a way that matters. (then again, it isnt a gritty anime, so you could have your muse just be ‘knocked out’ momentarily. we can hash out the details in dms!) occasionally the channel will flip, and land V2 in various other odd situations, though the preference of whoever watching seems to be on anime.

some examples of shows being: STAR GAZER the main channel in where V2 ‘stars’, they are unable to enact violence in any way that doesnt advance the plot, if there is one. its a monster of the week style show with lots of style and very little substance, V2 might meet your muse as a special cameo character, the monster of the week, or as just another role in the show.

SO BELOW your muse and V2 are tethered together with basic weapons, and sent into the depths of some forgotten mines to make your fortunes from the ore still left on the walls, just be on your guard, there’s a reason the mines have been abandoned. interaction heavy rp with room for combat.

STRIFE IN MINIATURE your muse and V2 are tiny! stuck in strange scenarios with different goals, you must work together to do normally simple tasks like ‘make an omellete’ or ‘return socks to the sock drawer’. just be sure to avoid the cat.

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“Oh, no, don’t worry!” come the words of Capella, taking off her lab coat to drape it over a chair.

“This isn’t like any of the boring movies or tv shows that everyone else likes to watch,” she pauses.

“Especially Caelum, hehe!” and with that, the woman now plops down on her chair in an almost giddy manner, soon wheeling herself over to her companion nearby. With her eyes, she continuously motions to the chair now next to her own, her smile growing wider and wider as the silence between the two continues. Eventually, however, Capella gets tired of not saying anything and adds:

“Well? Have a seat! Either the chair or the cold ground, take your pick! HAHAHAHA! No, no, I’m just kidding… But have a SEAT!” she now shouts, pushing the chair with her leg into the knees of Aspidiske, causing them to topple over into the seat now. Pleased with her companion having now sat down, she wheels herself back over to the lone TV in the middle of the main computer lab, covered in a vast amount and variety of stickers. It seems misplaced and, more than that, absolute given that anything Capella could show Aspidiske could easily be shown via a computer screen.

Cracking her fingers, Capella reaches into the pockets of her lab coat draped over her chair, pulling out a tv remote and promptly turning the TV on with a buzz. Confusion is apparent on Aspidiske’s face but frankly, it’s something that is either unnoticed or ignored by Capella herself. Instead, she begins to flick through the channels and… Upon closer inspection, some flashes of the images shown may seem quite familiar to Aspidiske.

More so in particular, the various ‘actors’ apparent on the screen.

“I thought just doing a regular environment test would be boring and not get any interesting results so…! I took it upon myself to do a little editing and whatnot! Hey, do you have a favourite subject? I can try and find the channel they’re on right now and we can see what the plot of their story is like! Hehe… Hehehahaha!!”

-------------------- It is strange, to simply close your eyes for a moment and to reopen them, only to see that you are in a new place entirely. Whether you have closed your eyes to get some well deserved shut eye or simply had to blink, the end result is the same; you are no longer in Spirale. In fact you… Aren’t really sure where you are. However, something seems… Very off; very eerie and you are quick to notice it.

Whether it be the environment itself, the over acting of the people around you or perhaps just your innate intuition, it’s become apparent that you… Are now within a movie or some sort of tv production. How did this happen; why? Well, no one can be sure, especially not many of the people stuck inside that tv screen with you.

After all, they’re just actors doing their job!

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SO, WHAT’S GOING ON?

As you may have guessed, your muse is now stuck within a movie or some sort of tv program. Capella has taken it upon herself to test the limits of her programming mods while at the same time, testing out environment changes and the reactions of the various citizens thrust into their new 'world’. While it may not be obvious right away, eventually your character will realize that they are, essentially, stuck inside a movie (or what have you) of sorts. No matter what they say or do, most of the other 'actors’ inside this realm won’t respond to their reasoning or pleas and instead, act just according to their script.

So unfortunately, no one really knows what’s going on and has no answers to provide for you. Sorry!

WAIT, SO IT HAS TO BE SOME SORT OF MOVIE?

Movie, tv show, advertisement… Heck, it could even be a recording of a popular stage play! As long as it’s something that can be played as part of a tv’s 'regular programming’, then anything goes! You are free to select the genre of what exactly your character has been thrown into to your heart’s content; an action adventure flick, a romcom movie, a sitcom with a live audience reaction… Even rubber hose cartoons are fair game! The sky is sincerely the limit with how creative you’d like to be for this event!

You can, however, have other muses be stuck in the same program as you. While your muses may be confused, everyone else in the program will behave as intended and will only become confused if you should try to explain your situation to them. For example, if you try to calm down an enemy cowboy and explain what’s happening to them, they simply won’t understand and act however their character according to the tv program would act.

CAN TWO CHARACTERS BE STUCK IN THE SAME 'PROGRAM’?

As mentioned above, yes! For this event, muses can be stuck inside a tv show together and the maximum amount of muses that can stuck together is four.

ARE WE ALLOWED TO CHANGE 'PROGRAMS’ OR CHANGE THE CHANNEL?

You can absolutely have your muse switch to another program, yes! … However, this won’t be of their own volition, unfortunately. If they are to switch between programs it’s going to be entirely random; think of it like your relative annoyingly flipping through channels on the tv until they finally find something they want to watch!

ARE WE ALLOWED TO USE AN ESTABLISHED CANON MOVIE/ETC?

No, sorry! In efforts to keep fourth wall breaks from happening and the like, you cannot use any sort of canon piece of material. However! You ARE allowed to make your own spin-offs and reference any sort of real world media if you’d like!

SO, IS THERE AN 'END' OF THE SET WE CAN HIT, LIKE A BLACK WALL?

Nope! For most of the tv shows and movies, the environment will be as vast as the 'setting'. For example, if your muse is within a western-cowboy film, then they can venture into the desert and into the towns. However, there is a point where if they venture too far, they will return to their original starting point.

This is also true for recorded stage plays and the like; the stage will stretch on for seemingly eons but will eventually circle back to the point where you first started, thus making it seem you are 'stuck' on the stage!

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grexsemxnkcy​:

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The beep of affirmation is what catches her attention. She pulls away from the task at hand just briefly to see the hatchet now on the table. And for that moment, she stops her work on the phone to inspect the Hatchet this time. She does look up at V2 and leans back a bit. 

“Yeah, something this….shitty isn’t really gonna do you much good is it?” It would do jackshit to be used as a weapon that’s for sure. 

“But I—” She doesn’t work on weapons. At least not ones that aren’t machine-based. “You know what? For you, I can make an exception.” It’s a good thing she DOES know how to make some pretty good weapons. So make it cut and make it to where it can actually kill someone? 

Deborah smiles up at V2. “Want me to finish up on the cellphone or just get straight to working with the weapon?”

they nod, the hatchet had simply been the sturdiest one they could procure, the most practical, though not the most deadly. it had been the hope that someone with expertise in modifications could assist it, building off the hatchet’s sturdiness.

at her momentary hesitation, it gives the slightest head tilt. she cannot hope to convince it that she did not know how to cause great harm with her creations. it’s what humans are good at, after all. making tools to break stone and earth, that also serve in rending flesh, or in this case, Metal. at least she comes to her senses, calling this an exception. what an interesting excuse, the lengths humans will go to in order to avoid culpability within themselves.

it’s tempted to have the hatchet be the first priority.. but the phone being broken for much longer is not something it can reasonably abide, their captors might install more ridiculous apps on it, making it’s integrity literal life or death as was the case in the previous happening. they gesture to the cell phone, keeping their optic trained on the repair process. should this human become indisposed, it would be very inconvenient to have to find another mechanic.

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grexsemxnkcy​:

V2. Got it. She nods, and then her eyes are on the red flip phone. WHAT on earth happened to this thing? “What did you do?” She shouldn’t laugh, but she does. It’s short, though and she reaches to inspect the phone. Not that much inspecting needs to be done. It looks like it’s been through hell and back. 

“Alright. Wait here.” She says, getting up from her seat to grab the tools needed to fix V2′s flip-phone. When she returns, she’s working on it immediately. 

“Surely you didn’t come here to just get this fixed, mm?” She doesn’t pull her attention away from the task at hand as she speaks. 

it quietly recalls the stunt it’s human double pulled with it’s phone, there are chunks in its memory missing, sectioned off for efficiency’s sake. such a mistake will never happen again. no distractions, no wasted moves. it would seem the human has the same mindset equipped, already working on their phone. they pay close attention to it, likely keen on being self reliant for future repairs. at her query though, V2 tilts its head to look at her, before bweeping affirmatively. alright, onto the good stuff, then. it places a hatchet on the table. its got a simple design, made to chop at more than wood. it runs a finger along the blade, then demonstrates a chopping motion on it’s own shoulder, where the arm gyro meets the torso. it hopes its message gets across. make it cut. make it kill.

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“Hm,” She remembers the conversation she’s had with V1. Or at least the kind of conversation that managed to have worked at the time. 

“You an enemy or what?” If they were, she shows no sign of being frightened. “I’ll understand you if you let me.” She’s not going to activate the chip without any permission from them. 

“M’Deborah.”

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hmm, it seemed her skill with machinery extended beyond building them? V2 isnt keen on letting another human root around in its mind, it had just fixed that little hiccup. it gives two quick, low buzzes, shaking its head. a hand is raised to tap it’s designation, V2. there, human pleasantries met, out of the way. it raises a pamphlet for her own shop, and then presents a frankly awful looking red flip phone. screen cracked and spiderwebbed, keys broken or missing outright, its a wonder it was even still recognisable as a phone.

there was more they’d need of her, but it figured it could start small, the bigger orders might require that ‘understanding’ she had offered, but for now, this would have to do.

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weapon acquisition achieved