MARCH 2015

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The Sinner (Wyrden Aisling) | Freedom Wars

[millionyearsentence]

a;

Are you familiar with the saying 'an old dog learns no new tricks'? That's exactly what this young woman is struggling with right now.

There are large wings sprouting from her back, almost completely obscuring a black rectangular box strapped to her waist - but what would draw the most attention would be firstly the red-coloured coil on one of her arms, and the man with ice-white hair beside her. Not only does he look human, he is also approximately scaled down to three-fourths her size.

"Come on. You're telling me you can't use this thing? We're cut off from the Panopticon, surely...?"

The man shakes his head, his voice fluid but very obviously synthesised, as if through a speaker.

An Accessory is not permitted to utilize a Thorn unless issued a code override.

"Man, I'd have thought you'd be more human, after all this time... Eh, whatever. Can't be fussy with you, now can I?" Wyrden sighs, running a hand through her short red-brown hair. If you look like a decently-strong adult, she'll be addressing you now.

"Hey! Mind giving me a hand over here?"


b;

After some trouble she manages to (wo)manhandle her Accessory up to the second floor, and is now wandering about looking at the houses. What catches her attention the most is the food laid out on the tables - they do smell... positive? Unfamiliar, that is for sure, but her nose is telling her good things about them. People are also eating them, with little to no ill effects.

But she still doesn't know what they are, so - what better way to find out than ask?

If you are eating, she will come up to you with an extremely serious expression - Ramiel shadowing her equally intensely. (He has no wings.)

"What is this... thing?"


c;

It's taken her quite a while to get oriented around the place, and - it is tiring, honestly, especially for a person who was grabbed right in the middle of a mission. And since she is so very used to minimalist efficiency, she just crashes straight onto the floor. Her belongings are in her bag, used as a simple makeshift pillow. Granted, it is an out-of-the-way section of the corridors, but it is on the floor nevertheless.

As usual, Ramiel keeps watch. And by that, he simply stares at her while she sleeps.

It's totally not creepy, okay.

Totally.


Right?

A;

[handtowels]

[Being tall and decently broad, Takatora's a good candidate.]

A hand with what?

[He asks, turning his attention her way. When he actually looks at her and sees her odd coil and non-fairy companion, he cannot help but stare a little.]

Huh? I thought that everybody got a pair of wings.

[His own were icily pale, irredescent, and somewhat jagged in shape.]

yooooo

[millionyearsentence]

[ Oh good, he responded positively. At least this one won't gut her or try to steal her Accessory. ]

Him. [ She indicated Ramiel with a thumb. ] The wing-gems don't work for him, for some reason.

[ Then, she indicates the entrance to the second floor. ] Help me get him up there, will you? I'll think of something to bypass the equipment lock, but I can't just ditch him here.

[ She's actually thinking about her Thorn, but it can be interpreted both ways. ]

:D

[handtowels]

[That's pretty bizarre, a sentiment which reflects in Takatora's expression. But she is asking for help... he shrugs, then walks over.]

So, you talk for him?

[Weren't they talking a few moments ago? On second thought, looking at her companion closely...]

Wait. What exactly is going on here? Is he...?

[Takatora doesn't even know how to finish that sentence, his mind floundering as much as his words.]

Look -- I'll help, but you need to clarify first.

sorry tktr

[millionyearsentence]

Real? Sure he is. [ She pats Ramiel's shoulder to affirm it. It feels a bit strange to have him not look her at eye level, though. ] As for human... not really.

[ It's... complicated, at best. Especially after she spoke to one of the Citizens who had a personal experience with half-constructed Accessories... they are much, much more human than they seem. Of course, the higher-ups never talk about it, but Wyrden herself can infer.

Ramiel could have been, and most probably was human. But not anymore. ]

He's more of a robot. You don't have Accessories like him back home, do you?

sorry should be his line

[handtowels]

[Takatora frowns. Not really human isn't entirely divorced from human. He definitely doesn't know what a robot is, and since he cannot hear the nuance of the capital a in Accessories, that particular statement comes across differently to him. A mix of disbelief and repugnance colour his voice.]

A living person is an accessory in your homeland?

[That's a big no right there to her question. He's trying to understand, honestly.]

snerk

[millionyearsentence]

[ Wyrden's response comes more as confusion. She hears Takatora's words exactly as they are, so she chalks it up to some cultural thing. Maybe. ]

It's what the higher-ups call them. [ Her surprise is more muted than his, and she says this with a slight shrug. ] We don't get much of a choice. The Accessories watch us and ensure we don't disobey rules. They also give us missions we need to do. Though we're cut off from the Panopticon's network right now, it's probably why he's so quiet.

[ It might sound strange to him, but to her it's just a fact of life. ]

He's not a person, just looks like one. It's some design plan thing, so they can monitor us more... [ well ] effectively.

[ If Takatora pays attention, he would notice that Ramiel literally never takes his eyes off her. ]

c, from one protag to another

[ungirlish]

[Wings? Wings? Nah bro, Chora's been climbing around as much as she can because this wings business is kooky and...She's also pretty tired at this point. Even with a height advantage and extreme muscles, she's only mortal.

Which is why she's so interested when she spots Wyrden and Ramiel. Good idea, that. Sleep on the floor. Why not? If all that happens is that some kind of cute waif of a guy stares at you the entire time, she can dig it.
But maybe there's something going on here too; clearly, the only way to find out is by squatting beside the Accessory, eyes narrowing as she too joins in on the staring.]

...One way to pass time. [And she just keeps staring.]

i'm amazed

[millionyearsentence]

[ It takes a while, but eventually Ramiel starts speaking. The Accessory's voice is fluid, but very obviously synthesised. ]

Rest capacity fulfilled. Body functions optimal.

[ The android stands, an eeriely smooth motion - while Wyrden opens her eyes and yawns. And then her eyes fall onto Chora. While her expression doesn't change, she sits up a lot more quickly than usual. ]

What're you doing here?

as you should be gosh

[ungirlish]

[Fake voice, huh? The only thing that could come close to that kind of thing in Eorzea is...Is anything from those douches in Garlemald, really. Garlean technology is the closest thing to robots that they have, and so Chora instinctively stands in time with Ramiel.

She's about to rap on his head, start pulling on his ears and stuff like that to see if he's got fake skin (because if so they are getting way too sneaky for it to be good) when she realises that Sleeping Beauty's up as well.
...Huh. So that's what he'd been on about.]

Wondering if spot is good for sleeping, perhaps. Seems like there is queue. [She shrugs, before squatting again and cupping a hand around her mouth. This one's meant for you, Wyrden.] Or perhaps you have admirer; was also trying to see what might have attracted him. All so very mysterious, you two are.

she's so GOLDEN

[millionyearsentence]

[ Admirer? Mysterious?

... oh, people keep finding Ramiel weird. Accessories aren't common, apparently. ] He's not an admirer. [ Not saying that she didn't have any, but famous sinner's life, man. ] He's my Accessory. Some kind of robot assistant.

[ She's already learned the value of not giving the truth about Accessories' natures to everyone she meets. They tend to freak out, or worse. ]

Are you tired? I'm awake now, you can sleep here if you want to.

i'm so glad you think so i worry about her a lot tbh

[ungirlish]

[SO HE IS A GOSHDARN ROBOT. That's enough reason for her to tense up a little, eyes narrowing and smile becoming sharp.]

Robot...Magitek, then. That looks realistic. Talks, has skin and hair. [Yeah, revealing the true nature of an Accessory probably wouldn't matter much; when you're a Final Fantasy character, everything is bad and wrong and evil when it's not magic.

Honestly? If it hadn't been for the past day or so wherein everything has been weird and obviously otherworldly? She'd probably be attempting to rip Ramiel's head clean off. She's fought vanguards before, what's one little man-shaped robot gonna do? That's enough inner monologue, though; she's going to stay blandly normal until given reason to act otherwise.] Ah, tired...Yes, a little. Not enough for sleep, yet; was scouting out places for tonight or later, when climbing gets too much.

Only if was comfortable sleeping for you. Depends on your evaluation on floor's comfort, I suppose.

i like people with alt perspectives including her

[millionyearsentence]

He looks just like a human. [ Except tinier. For some reason. Usually he'd be taller than her. It's a bit strange that he can't look her directly at eye level anymore. ] He's quiet, though. Not a problem.

[ Probably. She can notice Chora's tension, but again doesn't comment on it. ]

Eh, I crash anywhere suitable. Can't be picky. [ Especially since her usual bed was literally a slab of steel. ]

B

[swanning]

[ Food, good food, makes people happy. So Merri sits by herself, resting after a day of continuous shocks (you've been kidnapped! you now have wings! you can fly!!!), a hand covering her mouth as she smiles between chews. She stops eating the moment she finds someone walking in her direction out of the corner of her eye; prolonging the time it takes to chew one mouthful, she "coincidentally" finishes on time as the person stops beside her.

No, two persons. Not a very girly girl, and those red thorns on her hands... At least the guy behind her was handsome, if a bit dead-looking.

Hiding her suspicions, Merri smiles up and. Stops. What...kind of question is this?? She holds up the half-eaten bread in curiosity. ]

This...? It's bread. [ She can't keep the bewilderment out of her tone. DO YOU NOT HAVE BREAD IN YOUR WORLD... ]

hello!

[millionyearsentence]

[ Bread, huh. She's heard that before, mentioned by one of the Citizens as something only the higher class could enjoy. This place must be overflowing with resources, if they could afford to give bread to everyone. ]

What's it made of?

hi eon!

[swanning]

[ Wh...at is bread made off, really?? Surprise shows on her face, but softens into mild curiosity. ]

Flour, egg, milk, and sometimes with other ingredients... Have you never had bread before?

[ She breaks off a small piece off the end of hers, offering it out. ] Here, you can try it. ...And your [ more handsome ] friend, if he wants a little too.

[millionyearsentence]

[ She has no idea what half of those things are. They're probably things that existed before her era - when the Earth was still bountiful and there was enough to go around. Did she travel back in time, then? That'd be interesting...

If Simeon showed up to take her back, she'll have to tell this to everyone. Beatrice, Matthias, and Julien - they need to know. ]

Thanks.

[ Wyrden takes the small morsel and inspects it closely, noting its hollow structure. It looks a lot like the meshwork of Abductor innards... though Beatrice would be the better judge of that.

She pops it into her mouth, and her expression brightens immediately. ]

Wow! It's... amazing!

[ After (presumably) years of eating pure compounds, the flavour's almost indescribable to her. Ramiel just watches silently. ]

[swanning]

[ Watching out of the corner of her eye, she pretends to be busy, breaking and holding out a piece of bread towards the actually really quiet boy. He reminds her of a guard, always watching... The thought unnerves her a little, but the fact he's only focused on the other girl gives her relief, so she manages to smile in spite of his impassive face, in spite of getting seemingly nothing.

About to open her mouth to say something to Ramiel, Merri turns back at the girl's exclamation. ]

Hehe... You can't bake without love! [ She says this, but she's a bad baker (and she didn't make these bread). ] There's more on the table, so please help yourself!

[millionyearsentence]

[ To call Ramiel a guard would not be inaccurate. The exception would be that he is technically guarding others from Wyrden herself, as opposed to the contrary.

The young woman nods, though her visage returns somewhat to its neutral state. She knows what Merri is talking about - doing things with love made them better - but it's a saying that doesn't really apply to her Panopticon anymore. Everyone did things in order to survive. Most did not have time to spare for anything more than that. ]

We don't have to pay or anything? Are you sure?

[ For once, Ramiel's gaze diverts from her, and he moves to inspect the bread. His voice is smooth, but evidently synthetic. ]

Total nutrient composition: 71 percent carbohydrates, 17 percent fats, 12 percent protein. Trace minerals detected, significant amounts of sodium and potassium. Advise concurrent water intake.

[ Wyrden nods, looking slightly more relaxed now. ] Thanks, Ramiel. It's safe.

B!

[alley_kit]

[You know the old adage about not eating things bigger than your head? Yeah, well Kit hasn't heard of it. Thus she's sitting there happily munching on an enormous raspberry.

Apart from the pair of lavender butterfly wings on the little girl's back, Wyrden would notice that she has some distinctly feline characteristics, most notably a long furry tail, much shorter fur over the rest of her body, small claws on her feet and hands, and eyes with vertical pupils.

Still for all her unusual appearance, she seems quite friendly, smiling up at the young woman, her mouth and fingers somewhat stained with purple berry juice. Obviously she'd need to wash after she was done, but she was enjoying the berry too much to worry about that right now.

After swallowing the bite she had in her mouth- manners, you know- she replied to Wyrden's question.]

It's some kind of berry. I don't think we have this kind back home, but it's really good! You wanna try some?

[millionyearsentence]

[ Wyrden does notice Kit's animalistic features, but barely bats an eye. There are Sinners with those sorts of aesthetic, after all - she just went on missions with the ones who didn't let their decor get in the way of fighting. ]

Berry? You mean like a strawberry?

[ Her eyes widen subtly at that. Strawberries were food from the distant past. She only knew how it tasted because a Citizen went ahead and replicated the chemical flavour. To see one up close... wow. ]

[alley_kit]

Maybe? I mean, I guess it could be; I don't know what a stawberry looks or tastes like.

It is some kind of berry though, I know that much. And it's really tasty.

[Carefully, Kit tore a small piece off the side of the berry she hadn't eaten off of and offered it to Wyrden.]

Here, try some. Then you can tell me if it tastes like a strawberry!

[millionyearsentence]

Thanks.

[ She takes the piece from Kit, inspecting it closely. It certainly isn't anything she has seen before, so she holds it out in front of her Accessory. ]

Scan it for me.

[ Ramiel takes his eyes off her and stares at the fruit for a few seconds before speaking. His voice is fluid, but evidently synthetic. ]

Organic material detected. Total nutrient composition: 82 percent carbohydrates, 10 percent fats, 8 percent protein. Trace minerals detected, significant amounts of magnesium and ascorbic acid.

[ Wyrden tilts her head, popping the piece into her mouth. Her expression immediately changes. ]

Wow!

[alley_kit]

[Kit is almost surprised when the smaller- person?- with Wyrden speaks. He's been silent up until now. Kit is about to comment on it, but first she's distracted by the young woman's reaction to the bit of berry she tried.]

Good, huh? Does it taste like a strawberry?

[millionyearsentence]

No, but it's nice.

[ Nice is an understatement, though. It's unlike anything she's ever tasted.

Which is logical, since she had been eating pure compounds for as long as she can remember. ]