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"Locus? If I help you can you let Hawaii go please?" Zeta asks softly
"Hmm, and how can I trust that you will not keep in contact with him and give away what we are doing?"
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Claire sat on the counter of the messhall. The young 14 year old was not happy she was turned into this. After seeing the commandos and Niner himself she kicked her legs a bit before starting to cry from sheer embarassment. She hiccups inbetween her soft sobs
Niner glances at the girl, not giving her much thought. His brothers continued to talk. When the girl's features suddenly become familiar, however, he pauses. "Colorado?"
Hawaii sat in one of the cells sighing. He was thankful his sisters escaped and he'll be damned if he will ever say where they went to. He kept his mouth shut and his neon yellow and pink AI Zeta looks around her glow reminding Hawaii of a gentle night-light. "It's dark in here" she says and Hawaii chuckled in agreement. "You're right Z"
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Locus had been watching from off to the side, cloaking device on, and having what could of been considered a on sided conversation with something no one could see. But his interested peaked slightly as he saw the AI the other had, lips twitching just slightly. This was what Sigma had talked about, making things whole. But he was going to study it, not take it. ”if you had better skills, you would not be in here.” He stated.
((*Flops on Erynmun, Havikmun, Ohiomun and Coloradomun.*))
Lost (Silent Hill Crossover) (Closed? RP)
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It was dark. Dark and foggy... The air was thick, hot, and dry, sucking the fluid out of her body. She felt thirsty just standing here. She didn't know how she was here; where was her armor? Why was her hair down? Why was she barefoot...?
What she didn't know was that this wasn't her body. This wasn't her physical form, but only her soul and her mental interpretation there of, a solid representation of a part of humanity that many weren't sure existed. All she knew was that she was here, and her t-shirt and jeans weren't from the stock she had on the MOI.
"Hello...?" She called out, though for some reason she felt that that might be a bad idea. She was on edge. She slowly walked forward, bare feet patting silently against hot asphalt, burning, but not hurting. Where was she...? Last she knew she was climbing up a cliff, and it was cold. Cold and wet, and there was blood... Blood! Her hand shot up to the back of her neck, and there was nothing there. No blood, no AI chip, and no port for one. No cybernetics. She shook her head, attempting to focus on the situation. Everything seemed so... Far...
Claire looks around curiously while standing in the Wyane manor garden. Watching as soft snow fell it in return making the delicate looking woman like a snow angel. She giggles softly
"Beautiful this time of year," Alfred smiled and placed a hand on Claire's shoulder. "Don't you agree?"
Freelancer Colorado hums to herself while saying. "Vod! Where are you?" She looks around for her big sister but then smiles seeing Niner.
Niner’s eyes meet hers and he excuses himself from the group of commandos. His expression is unreadable, solid as he examines her. Boots come to halt as they near her.
He extends his arms. “Hello, ad’ika,” he smiles with his eyes.
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"More Freelancers.... Control will be displeased."
