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Piercing flame, he, cast in light. I see his vision, free from shadow, a blazing melody. Beyond the light, nothing, purity bound in fury...

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project--fiora:

Honestly? The Android had seen better days but was that something one could discuss with a fellow Project Member? The Woman shook her head slowly giving a coy smile. [”I’ve been better. But there is so much work to be done. There is no rest for us. We have to keep moving forward and never look back.. However I’d appreciate it if you would not call me Fi. It–”] Hurts– It hurts very much to hear that nickname that HE used all the time and still does. But that would be showing and telling that there was something wrong with her. Although she was giving impressions already. [”Is quite demeaning. You rather not I call you Lucy now would you? So please just call me Fiora. If you wish to shorten it call me ‘Three.’ The Number seems fitting don’t you think?”]

His shoulders rolled forward in a shrug. Three. It was like a serial number being pasted as a label over a real name. But it was her desire, and could easily be held to without much hassle. A name, after all, was not a definition of anything more than a title.

“I’d say it’s almost more endearing of a name. But then I’d rather not have that kind of nickname myself. Lucy doesn’t quite intimidate as well. So. Three.” His visor illuminated with reflections as he tilted his head to the side, watching along the horizons. It usually seemed quite extraordinary to have a moment of quiet. Usually there was sounds of energy being blasted or metal scraping against metal all around. “Been better, h-uh. If anything’s got you... Upset. You can always talk about it. We’re still people.”

Fingers stretched out in front of him now, his helmet tilted downwards to stare at his still flesh arm. “Most of us, anyways. And if you don’t want to talk about that, there’s always the discussion of work to be had. As thrilling as it is.” 

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project–fiora:

projxctlucian started following you

>Fellow Project Recognized// >Scanning surroundings// >Surroundings clear// [”Lucian, how goes the hunt?”]

“Fiora.” His response was brief and almost distant; though it would be hard to tell exactly from the vocal processing applied on the helmet speakers. His hands were finally relaxed for once, being before a friendly sort of company than his more recent comraderies. “I suppose it wouldn’t be much of a hunt if it were meant to be easy. But it bodes as well as it always will. Always shadows to trail when there’s sunlight out.”  

He paused for a brief moment. Missions weren’t the only thing the PROJECT subjects were around for, right? It was always a blurred line between giving just autonomous responses and actually responding as himself. A person.  “How’ve you been, Fi?”

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glitchy-silhouette:

                                                                          [ Tᴀʀɢᴇᴛ Aᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ: projxctlucian ]

A familiar being. That’s what this one was to him. It was obvious by the nature of the armor that this being was, in face, one of the other PROJECTs. He never did enjoy their company all too much, at least that’s what he gathered from collected information. His files told him that this one was identified as L.U.C.I.A.N. which made sense to him. Not wishing to be rude, he cautiously approached the gunman calmly and kept his distance nonetheless.

     〖 I ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.

          Wʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ʜᴇʀᴇ? 〗

The manipulator. The robot arm instinctively pulsed its magnet to pull the lighter of his two lightcasters into its grip. Most of the other PROJECT members were not to be trusted. Lucian would keep his head leveled, though. Avoiding a fight would always be the prime directive when necessary. The choice was what made the difference between retaining humanity and becoming a trigger someone behind a curtain pulled.

“Searching. Learning.” His helmet crooked slightly, glancing only sideways across to the clad man. If anything were to happen, it would be best to not show as much of his arsenal as possible. “On down-time. It’s preferable to me to walk and discover rather than holed up plugged to some battery half my life. And what suits your needs to be here?”

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the-trick-is-not-to-get-shot:

projxctlucian initiated protocols;

          { PROJECT Identified; Lucian; }

     The words hit him like a bag       of bricks. His body was steady      but his mind was reeling.

          { “Are you…am I…are we-”; }

     He stopped for a moment, to      gather his thoughts.

          { “What are we?”; }

This Lucian drew his brow to a thin line above his eyes, dipping his pupils back and forth between flashing indicators and charts behind his visor. A doppelganger with everything scanning for positive. Either it was a convincing enough prosthetic to fool even a tomography scan -- or this was really another him.

The other Lucian being in such distress would serve them no conclusion for them both to be processing the unknown situation in front of them. Folding his arms across his chest, he stared directly ahead. It was like practicing speaking in front of a mirror. Almost unnerving. Almost.

“I wouldn’t imagine a cloning batch would be a likely candidate. Though if it were, we’re lucky enough to both have the dominant genes. Perhaps it’s a trick by the master of distraction. Though this would be a much more convincing hologram than he’d been capable of before.” His fingers danced up and down slightly against the inner of his arm, still attempting to process any mistake that could have been made in identifying the person in front of him. “And if we both believe ourselves to be Lucian -- as we are -- then perhaps we’ve hit our occam’s razor. Though I wouldn’t have the slightest clue how we both exist on the same plane.”

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projxctleona:

        The casted light was not permanent. In fact it was curtate and not only in span. Its’ positioning was flawed as it seeped into the grass, forthwith her radar picked up a vital signal. Leona’s rush was unyielding and without alert to her carry. Her target was not to escape. She picked up her Zenith Blade and heaved it to the bush. With a divvy’ed up beam of a brilliant yellow, she linked to her foe.

       Her feet picked up as she rooted the luckless soul. Now she had to work both hasty and adeptly. Her shield’s width amplified to snag a stun as it then took its’ initial shape. She hoisted her blade for the drawing clouds, awaiting the pursue of her teammate; on guard if the target was to flee. The sun was beckoned. The tip of her forefinger encircled around her projected sword’s haft, a sound more rambunctious than her rhythmic heart was the febrile static.

The heavy scrape of her metal heel on the tarnished ground was enough indication of her sudden stampede. Always the headstrong type.

His visor flickered, indicators and vitals swapping and appearing at the slightest movement of his iris behind the cold, weared helmet. His feet dug into the moist soil, propelling his motion forward in order to follow up her brash attack. There was no time to think; but he didn’t need to. A target was locked on, mostly blocked and shown hollow -- a plain RED silhouette, usually on low level missions as this just to block any humanitarian sentiments. A job was only a job, and putting a name is a complication.

A pulse of bright digital energy flooded where he came from, and immediately from the L-20. The duo could almost get away with just blinding any enemy from their showmanship should it had been non-lethal. Another blast followed, immediately followed up by his mechanical arm’s sensory systems. It would be hard to tell what landed under the beam of harnessed sun energy that followed. But it was usually enough to satisfy.

His attention faded quickly -- if this target were not yet neutralized, his partner could deal with the remainder. There was another indicated, and a mission is never dealt with half-completed. The soles of his feet press forward through shallow water beyond that of his companion to begin the new assault in conjuncture.

[anemoite]

PROTECT TARGET //: LUCIAN

        Immovable as the mountain itself, Leona led charge. Defensive towers granulated under the combined strength and with momentum leashed, the stride towards the enemy’s Nexus was hurried. Too far to heal her wounds and replenish her spent energy, the hazy thought of brushing with yet another death did not stop her move. She would keep a substantial gait aside her carry, her shield a luminescent gold by command.  

❛❛ Enemy detected. They’re approaching from Blue Sentinel and acquired the buff  — stand by. ❜❜

[projxctlucian-blog]

Lucian would only react to the heed of caution with no more than a nod. This path had been long traveled before, and a sense of danger was nothing new to either of them. It was what they dealt with. Their purpose.

His right hand, unburdened by the cost of transcendence, was always fixed on his heavier set lightcaster. The brush of metal through his leather glove was most of what could remind him of humanity, of never becoming less, of never becoming just a soulless automaton. The lighter lightcaster was holstered at his side, as his machination of an arm laid just over it. The glint in his companion’s artificial fibers and metal gleamed off the rays of her still adored sun, bouncing off his own visor as his eyes laid underneath, scanning the area ahead. No details were able to be ascertained yet.

The index of his right hand flickered for just a fluid moment, as he would switch the amplifier on. The tracking flare would make an easy reveal of anything within their way, though from missions formerly beheld, it was always the best interest to let the one with the reflective energy shield be the one in front. His hand held steady, though ready to react at a moment’s notice. Never needed to be part of a machine to do that.