mechanic

a mechanic and robot enthusiast. you may refer to her as rissa the great or the almighty rissa, whichever works. independent oc please read the rules/about for more information written by lauren. still under construction

[equalizations-deactivated201502]

          “ get the fuck up. i’ve got no time to                    babysit shitstains running around dead man’s land. ”

salt and blood weaves thick lines in her features, brows pushed together as wrath breathes through open wounds and bends her shape. gunfire bathes the roasting storm of dust while she pulls the other woman up from the ground and teethes upon their next move [ REMEMBER, the agenda is to save all citizens, she tells herself but does not follow; the agenda is still take down all VICOR operatives] , uncertain of how long it would take for BYTES to scout a western path.

a bullet barely skims her cheek before she growls unearthly and low, the snarl of a wolf behind the snap of terrible jaws. fingers claw at the hinge of her belt, plucking a grenade and tossing it before hell’s screams follow— an angel’s pulchritudinous chorus to the she - devil’s ears.

               “ fuck it. stay behind me, we’re finding our own way out. ”

[melonchanic]

Usually Rissa would stay ignorant to such endeavours that didn't involve her, though it's not like she had much of a choice right here and now. The outside world was foreign to her, rarely did she step foot outside, mainly because of circumstances like.. this. Rather than being bothered by what's actually going on around her, it was the stranger's words that'd sting her so much more so than any kind of bullet. Rissa was prepared, despite not mentally, she had certain attachments that could aid her in such a situation, though most of what she would need was left in her office, so unfortunate.               Shitstains..                     SHITSTAINS... What would erupt from charred lips would be a flurry of insults, really, it wasn't as though Rissa really gave two shits about the bombs and noises, for all seemed a blur in contrast to those specific words thrown at her without so much of a care. "You dare to call me a shitstain when this isn't even my mess but apparently yours. Blame those assholes throwing shit around than me who's caught up here with no will of my own, only a fool would waltz in here on their own choosing." It's true, Rissa had been given a specific request and needed to collect some certain supplies, rarely would she ever agree to such a request though, and you can see why. With teeth gritted would she follow forcefully, not a single care is given to what would skim her, bullets and whatever, perhaps if one were to look at Rissa they would think her as foolish, but really, words hurt more than sticks and stones.     "Lead the way, your Majesty."

[melonchanic]

[melonchanic]

   don’t you dare under estimate me.

                    i may have created you, but i can also destroy you.

[pisutoru-deactivated20150205]

                 ———        just continue to grin, adachi.

                         [    it was with such reminders that he managed to remain                               the   same   foolish  cop he had been just seconds prior to                               her voice. despite her   horrendous   tone,   he’s   willing to                               look past it — only for a short while,  though. the   urge   to                               strike is awfully high, and it’d   be   wise   to stand far from                               him … and a  t.v.   for   that   matter. nonetheless, he greets                               the   woman   with   as   much   respect as he could muster.                               pistol is handed to her  thereafter;   supposedly,   she   was                               the only one in town who could fix these tricky gadgets.   ]

              ❞  a few guys on the force said you could fix                    these things when they jam up.

[melonchanic]

An eyebrow would raise, obviously surprised when such a weapon would be handed over, and the mention of the force too. Rissa didn't expect that this certain man would be apart of the police force, he certainly didn't look the type, but of course she was basing her judgements upon the stereotypical bad-boy types, of course she'd assume as much with what she's heard too. Several incidences prior to this encounter, she's thought the police to be more cocky than they should.

   "So, you're a cop." She would take the weapon, a brief look made before tucking it away in the pocket of her lab coat. In all honesty, she felt a lot safer when having the gun, certainly any foreign weapons were banned from her study, besides the odd cases such as this one. "Of course I can fix it, this is hardly anything compared to what I can do. I'll do it, of course, depending on how much you're going to offer."

[anthropo1ogica1archieve-blog]

         ᶦᶰᵖᵘᵗ ᵈᵃᵗᵃ ❞  - - - ╏▐ At her inquiry, the robot gives a simple nod of his head, although his attention had already been directed back to the ice cream which was beginning to melt and drip onto fingers of synthetic flesh. He sought no reason to lie, after all, and he’d never been given explicit orders not to identify as what he was.

[melonchanic]

"Really? Then it's correct of me to assume you're something that doesn't live and breathe like a human, right? Perhaps powered by something else entirely." It was as if a switch had been flipped. Of course, her usual attitude towards anything supposedly living with flesh and blood was nothing but sour,having an obvious distaste towards anything not structured with wires and mechanics, that to which she has more knowledge of as a whole. Of course she's only jumping to conclusions, no doubt she'd revert to her sour state even more so if her accusation is false.

"It's a shame though.. you're not one of mine." Her curiosity was simply because of this reason. Noticing that she had jumped to what she hopes is right, there's a sudden stop to her mumbling. "...It's safe of me to assume that you're some sort of android, right? Or even partly so, either way, I'll be satisfied."

[anthropo1ogica1archieve-blog]

         ᶦᶰᵖᵘᵗ ᵈᵃᵗᵃ ❞  - - - ╏▐ ”I can’t eat food so that would be a no.” A pause, “Unless they are batteries. Then yes.”

[melonchanic]

"Batteries? -- ...Are you--?"

She's taking a guess, though it'd be surprising if she hadn't have just noticed straight away. "...Not human?"

[anthropo1ogica1archieve-blog]

         ᶦᶰᵖᵘᵗ ᵈᵃᵗᵃ ❞  - - - ╏▐ ”Say ‘ah’.” He’s so generously feeding you the ice cream he can’t have for himself.

[melonchanic]

   "...Would you eat something given to you by a stranger?" She's not buying it.

[melonchanic]

   "Is there any good enough reason as to why you're here?" Today was one of those rare days where Rissa was actually a tad more approachably by approximately ten percent. It's scary how quickly her mood can shift though, often favouring to be in her favour depending on who she's with and whatnot. "--Better be important."

[melonchanic]

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        - - - ☢;   " ---Ah. ” Terse dialogue resonates through ventilated semblance and he becomes breathless through perplexity, fidgeting with a touch brushing through rusted alloy from the mask that’s captured her attentive. Words could barely evade through muted lips - the subtle qualm regarding the accessory is a common flavor - but he proffers a reply from courtesy, averting his gaze just a slight with a suppressed tone.

                      “ It's different-- It helps me breathe through air like this. “

[melonchanic]

Either this stranger was totally messing with her, or this was something else entirely. Something of which Rissa hadn't dealt with before -- a rare occurrence to which she would most likely pass off, if indeed this stranger standing before her was just some human who's most likely delusional. A wave of the hand was all it'd usually take for her to express her absolute disinterest, but instead did she hold a steady glare, transfixed, and wondering on whether to actually believe his answer or not.  "Do you have a particular preference as to which air you'd like to breathe, simply because you're picky?" She's honestly curious, but. "Because if so, that's childish behaviour." Not that Rissa's one to complain about childish behaviour, most would often complain that a good ninety-five percent of her personality was completely uncalled for and like that of a pissbaby child. "More importantly, what brings you to disrupt my work?" A tap of one finger upon the wooden desk was all it took for a small silver can with multiple thin wires poking out to come at her call, a small red light planted atop the can's head for the standard stereotypical aesthetic of a small tool (robot), because obviously Rissa can't even lift a finger to reach out to get her own pencil sharpener. "Do you have an appointment?"

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      Apart from enormous amounts of stubbornness, his persistence      surpassed all limits; for he had insisted upon this encounter. Sought       out was a mechanic — one that would be capable of fixing what he so      desperately needed to ensure victory. Though she may not be a      magician, or researcher, perhaps her skills would prove to be useful      regardless. With that being said, one would assume why such      patience was difficult to acquire. With nations teetering on the brink of      WAR, a resolution is required — it’s a necessity; one that held little      concern for time.

          ” Listen, I just need your help.              If you get this thing working again, you              could save a bunch of people.

                                    Don’t you think that’s a little more important? ”

[melonchanic]

Of course all talents were solely based upon her passion, more so than anything else, time and time again would Rissa never hesitate to express this. Her true interests lie within robots as opposed to humans, she would always prefer to indulge herself into the complications of mechanics than have to deal with any real crisis. Of course there's no avoiding any war, unfortunately for her, perhaps this time round Rissa had no choice but to listen, despite motivation and interest lacking, she wasn't that insolent as to disregard what was a troublesome situation. Her disagreeing to do anything may lead to even more trouble, and honestly, it wasn't worth it.  After a moment of silence, along with a somewhat piercing and stubborn stare which resembles that of a child throwing a temper, she would respond.

   "What's important is how you're to speak to me.     Certainly your Mother has taught you manners, has she not?" Like she's one to talk, but forever would Rissa be inconsiderate to most people. "...I need details on the situation. Then I suppose I can help, no doubt my skills will ultimately save the world."

[melonchanic]

"--I don't remember having any appointments." Her usual tone would be that of sharp, blunt, and perhaps a tad sarcastic depending on the time of day. Though considering it was aesthetics that would catch her attention, she would keep the usual recited line at that before performing a double-take.      "...Why wear that in here?"

[melonchanic]

Of course she'd spot it right away, the difference about the individual of whom she had spotted unintentionally. Although many will argue that Rissa is human, technically that was prior to unfortunate events, but now she'd consider herself to be more so robot than human. Rissa would like to think that it was her senses that would have her find androids and anything far from living and breathing. Now was a good example.  She'd usually spit out words, clearly uninterested. But of course that wouldn't apply to this meet and greet.     "--Were you sent here for me?" After all, they are in her sector of the facility.

[melonchanic]

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