Post by kehaul on May 29, 2010 12:12:18 GMT -6
Explosions, where!? I like explosions! Akiko looked around hastily for explosions, and upon finding none, was clearly disappointed in Max's false report. Despite this, she seized her chance to introduce herself next.
"I'm Akiko, the bright one. I like fire, explosions, and Maya; guys that are on fire and exploding, A-types, or both." She professed in a proud manner.
"Umm, I'm the youngest, best looking, most capable, and cutest of five. Uh, I guess there was six, but I only remember five. Maya doesn't talk about it much. Ashni says I'm too young to know, and Acquanetta sleeps all day long like you wouldn't believe! I guess she comes out and plays at night though, but I asleep then." She cocked her head to the side, disengaging her view briefly from Sokuren.
"Umm, I'm so great that everyone wants me, so I can't stick out too much or someone will take me away. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, and if I see anyone with a bow and arrows or some arcadia person; I'm supposed to ignore them. You guys don't have bows, look like strangers, or look like arcadias; so you're alright." She waved towards the assembled masses. "So, hi"
"Oh, I'm good with my hands too! I can break stuff and I'm even better at fixing stuff! I found a broken toaster once, and I soldered the entire insides until it worked even better! It worked so good, it made popping noises and caught on fire almost instantly! Until I 'fixed' it, it just got lukewarm." She paused briefly, smiling widely at the memory of her 'accomplishment'. "Maya told me to stop fixing things though, said I make them work too good!"
"Come in, sit down, and relax. This'll be over before you know it."
"Okay."
"...Alright then, to begin with, your name?"
"Maya"
"Do you have a last name?"
"Yes."
"... May I have it?"
"No."
"... May I ask why?"
"No."
"We would really..."
"No."
"We just need your full..."
"No."
"...Name"
"No."
The two interviewers shared a look.
"Okay, I'm just going to jot down Maya then."
"Question number 2. What were you doing in the area?"
"Which area?"
London.
"Going home."
So you live near London then?
"No."
But you just said you were going home?
"I don't have a home."
...
"We may have strayed from the topic of interest here. Could you describe what happened in London, in detail perhaps?"
"I was on my way home and some stuff happened."
"You just said you didn't have a home!"
"I don't"
"Listen, you're only going to make this..."
"No."
"Harder on yourself..."
"No."
"Than it..."
"No."
"Has..."
"No."
"To..."
"No."
"Be..."
"No. No. No!"
...
"Okay, let's all calm down here a bit. We've already heard the story in detail; could you just answer some simple yes or no questions to corroborate the story for us?"
Cor-ro-bate?
"Verify some facts and numbers."
"Okay."
"Alright, how many were there, not counting the ones in the waiting area?"
"Eight. Three low grade reploids, somewhere between civilian and combat grade, somewhere around you two, maybe? Two of them were confirmed kills by the human. I rendered the third no longer combat-worthy; he got up afterwards and moved away, so I assume he escaped. There were three drones, Sokuren tagged two and the human finished the third. They don't really count as kills though; they weren't even alive to begin with. That's like putting a toaster down. I would know."
"There was one war-machine grade, big-bodied reploid that did not appear to possess animalistic traits. It was possibly manufactured solely as a machine of war. I lost visual on him before I could render him no longer combat-worthy."
"That was unexpectedly descriptive, but I only counted seven there. "
"I don't remember the last one very well..."
"Alright. I've heard as much from the others. If I may interject, did you really believe you could have stood against Spara?"
"Yes, my sword is... was considered anti-tank grade. It's taken down mechaniloids twice his size in half as many strokes. The bigger, slower, and tougher the target is; the better."
"Was?"
It was caught in the explosion. It's tough, but not that tough. It's met its maker.
...
"I think we have everything we need here then, you're free to leave then. If I may be so bold as to ask, where do you intend to go from here?"
"Home."
"Ah. I see. Safe journey then."
Dismissed, Maya wasted no time leaving. The door engaged behind her with a 'click'.
"She just said she was going home again! Is she mocking us? How could you just let her go like that?"
"We got what we needed."
"All we got was her first name. You didn't even ask her for a model or registration number."
"She's not registered. She doesn't have a model number. Adolescent models like that just don't. They excel in two professions, assassin and bodyguard. We just have to hope she's the second kind."
...
"Want to get something to eat?"
"I'm Akiko, the bright one. I like fire, explosions, and Maya; guys that are on fire and exploding, A-types, or both." She professed in a proud manner.
"Umm, I'm the youngest, best looking, most capable, and cutest of five. Uh, I guess there was six, but I only remember five. Maya doesn't talk about it much. Ashni says I'm too young to know, and Acquanetta sleeps all day long like you wouldn't believe! I guess she comes out and plays at night though, but I asleep then." She cocked her head to the side, disengaging her view briefly from Sokuren.
"Umm, I'm so great that everyone wants me, so I can't stick out too much or someone will take me away. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, and if I see anyone with a bow and arrows or some arcadia person; I'm supposed to ignore them. You guys don't have bows, look like strangers, or look like arcadias; so you're alright." She waved towards the assembled masses. "So, hi"
"Oh, I'm good with my hands too! I can break stuff and I'm even better at fixing stuff! I found a broken toaster once, and I soldered the entire insides until it worked even better! It worked so good, it made popping noises and caught on fire almost instantly! Until I 'fixed' it, it just got lukewarm." She paused briefly, smiling widely at the memory of her 'accomplishment'. "Maya told me to stop fixing things though, said I make them work too good!"
"Come in, sit down, and relax. This'll be over before you know it."
"Okay."
"...Alright then, to begin with, your name?"
"Maya"
"Do you have a last name?"
"Yes."
"... May I have it?"
"No."
"... May I ask why?"
"No."
"We would really..."
"No."
"We just need your full..."
"No."
"...Name"
"No."
The two interviewers shared a look.
"Okay, I'm just going to jot down Maya then."
"Question number 2. What were you doing in the area?"
"Which area?"
London.
"Going home."
So you live near London then?
"No."
But you just said you were going home?
"I don't have a home."
...
"We may have strayed from the topic of interest here. Could you describe what happened in London, in detail perhaps?"
"I was on my way home and some stuff happened."
"You just said you didn't have a home!"
"I don't"
"Listen, you're only going to make this..."
"No."
"Harder on yourself..."
"No."
"Than it..."
"No."
"Has..."
"No."
"To..."
"No."
"Be..."
"No. No. No!"
...
"Okay, let's all calm down here a bit. We've already heard the story in detail; could you just answer some simple yes or no questions to corroborate the story for us?"
Cor-ro-bate?
"Verify some facts and numbers."
"Okay."
"Alright, how many were there, not counting the ones in the waiting area?"
"Eight. Three low grade reploids, somewhere between civilian and combat grade, somewhere around you two, maybe? Two of them were confirmed kills by the human. I rendered the third no longer combat-worthy; he got up afterwards and moved away, so I assume he escaped. There were three drones, Sokuren tagged two and the human finished the third. They don't really count as kills though; they weren't even alive to begin with. That's like putting a toaster down. I would know."
"There was one war-machine grade, big-bodied reploid that did not appear to possess animalistic traits. It was possibly manufactured solely as a machine of war. I lost visual on him before I could render him no longer combat-worthy."
"That was unexpectedly descriptive, but I only counted seven there. "
"I don't remember the last one very well..."
"Alright. I've heard as much from the others. If I may interject, did you really believe you could have stood against Spara?"
"Yes, my sword is... was considered anti-tank grade. It's taken down mechaniloids twice his size in half as many strokes. The bigger, slower, and tougher the target is; the better."
"Was?"
It was caught in the explosion. It's tough, but not that tough. It's met its maker.
...
"I think we have everything we need here then, you're free to leave then. If I may be so bold as to ask, where do you intend to go from here?"
"Home."
"Ah. I see. Safe journey then."
Dismissed, Maya wasted no time leaving. The door engaged behind her with a 'click'.
"She just said she was going home again! Is she mocking us? How could you just let her go like that?"
"We got what we needed."
"All we got was her first name. You didn't even ask her for a model or registration number."
"She's not registered. She doesn't have a model number. Adolescent models like that just don't. They excel in two professions, assassin and bodyguard. We just have to hope she's the second kind."
...
"Want to get something to eat?"