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Post by ______ on Dec 22, 2019 14:40:10 GMT
______ winced once more as Soile hurt them, likely out of her disdain for their answers. They were the truth, loosely, and she was tortured by them.
She was crying. Venting out her frustrations. Her pain. Her anger. Her sorrow. All the machine's presence did was remind her of what she had lost. What drove her to the brink.
Soile still loved Valo.
Slowly, ______ would rise to their feet, standing in silence as Soile cried. The machine remained completely still, not even their breathing was audible. They looked down at the now crudely bandaged hand, seeing the dark crimson that stained it. It served as a reminder.
The machine was still yet human. They could still yet bleed.
Thousands upon thousands of thoughts ran through their mind. A million projected outcomes for any solution they could think of in a poor attempt to salvage things.
But things never went as one hoped, did they?
Anything they did would likely aggravate Soile further.
And they were too afraid to leave should she attempt to end it all once more.
What was the right choice? Was everything wrong?
Hesitantly, they resolved on the only option they had.
Slow footsteps would make their way towards the kitchen. Towards Soile. As the machine stood and looked at her for a few moments, they took her sight in. They committed it to memory.
"Soile..."
It was brief, but there was no more digitization obstructing their voice.
Steam would shoot from their shoulders and neck briefly as ejector rods pushed their way out. Using their one good hand, it would come up to grab their helmet. A loud click would be heard as it disengaged and started to pull away slowly. But they would stop as it moved just an inch from their face.
Was this the right choice?
The mask was removed, but they remained hesitant to stop obscuring their features.
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Post by ______ on Dec 22, 2019 5:29:10 GMT
______ finally let out audible groans of pain, wincing as Soile pulled the bullet from their hand. It was a gross, crimson mess and a damn miracle the gun didn’t straight blow their hand to smithereens. It wasn’t their best or brightest move, but it stopped Soile from dying too. A small price to pay.
She made a comment about keeping it as a souvenir, and ______ deigned not to answer. They had been shot at many times since they put the suit on, by all manners of projectiles. Beaten, stabbed, shot at. Their exosuit protected them from so many things that could’ve killed them had they not been wearing it. It made them a walking, hulking target as the trade-off.
Their breath got a little rattled as Soile began to disinfect the wound directly, taking deep breaths as she started to stitch the wound. They would remain as still as they could, doing their best to ignore the pain. With the gauntlet and nano-mesh removed from their hand, their pain dampeners weren’t available. They were feeling everything in this moment, and it was a strange and surreal feeling.
Soile asked another question, and ______ grew silent. Of course she would want to know why they did it. Would she even believe their answer? Perhaps she would get angry and cast them out.
But nothing but the truth would suffice.
”He did not. But he died so that others may live. He knew that he would die from the moment he awoke that day, but he faced it unflinchingly. When he first put on the mask, he started a chain of events that went out of his control. But with his life as payment, he amended those, starting a new chain… starting with me.”
It was cryptic, and likely didn’t explain much. It was probably hard to believe at all. How could the boy in all of his good heart have been the potential cause for others’ deaths? And how could taking his life have prevented others from dying?
Soile needed the answers, and ______ had them. The machine just did not know if she was ready to hear everything.
”He did not deserve to die. But I know that he wanted nothing more than for you to be happy in the end.”
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Post by ______ on Dec 22, 2019 2:09:50 GMT
A blue figure, being overtaken by a grotesque mass of clovers, as if it were being devoured by the hues and shades. ______ stared intently, their eyes fixated on the man being eaten. They weren’t sure why, but the feelings it invoked reminded them of the boy’s death. They had half a mind to ask Soile about it, but at the same time, they deigned to avoid upsetting Soile any further than their presence already caused.
She took their exposed hand, and ______’s gaze would finally break away from the painting to look down. Their hand would be placed on her lap, and she would start to clean it. It was still in immense pain from before, but they betrayed nothing as she dabbed and cleaned around it. She’d disinfect a pair of tweezers, and the machine realized she was putting actual care into removing this without damaging them further.
Even something like them…
She asked a question, about why her beloved would confide in his killer.
Why, indeed? It was the most bizarre thing, for someone to talk to their would-be murderer as though they were a close friend and trusted confidant.
______ closed their eyes for a moment, the blue lights on the machine shutting off as their head turned away from Soile briefly.
”When a man has no one else to turn to, they resort to the most damning things… He had no one else but me at his end. We were together for many hours.” They would pause briefly, their voice trailing off a bit through the distortion.
”Even faced with the end, he did not stop talking about you like you were all of the light in the world.”
Valo Morei. A boy who got in too much over his head. He charged into Morei Tech alone that day, determined to stop the atrocities taking place within. A final, desperate push in a losing battle.
The machine had to wonder… if Soile never disappeared, would the boy have continued on the path of a hero? Or would he have stopped to live a happier life with the woman he loved until the bitter end?
They opened their eyes, the lights turning on dimly once more.
”You do not need to be kind to me.”
Not when I took everything from you.”
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Post by ______ on Dec 21, 2019 5:26:53 GMT
For the lack of people around, it sure was loud. Thankfully, the music masked any sounds the machine would make as they ascended the floors to where Soile’s apartment was located. They watched as a holographic keypad appeared, and began to input the code to her home without a care if they were watching or not.
”ANALYS- Shut up.”
They whispered to their suit. The privacy of her home was not for them to intrude upon without permission, at least not in a manner such as this. No, it was better to not know how to get in. After this, they would be on their way and they would never see one another again.
It had to be that way.
She invited ______ inside, and hesitantly, the machine would take her invitation and head inside. Footsteps were light and careful as can be, taking care not to damage anything. What greeted them was a small, cozy room with a myriad of paintings scattered about.
Soile told them to make themselves at home whilst she fetched the first aid kit, and they would look around, unsure on if they should really sit down. After she left the room, ______ would look at their damaged hand, sighing defeatedly as they began to unfasten the armor on their left arm. A small burst of steam would fire out through exhausts on the elbow as the armor loosened up, and with a pained groan, ______ would slip the gauntlet off to reveal the nano-mesh coating that was layered over their skin.
Seemingly as if on its own, the coating would start to fade, dissipating into the exosuit itself as pale skin appeared from fingers to elbow, belonging to an arm that looked much too small for the hulking suit that ______ inhabited.
The wound hadn’t yet fully closed, though there was some dried blood caked on. In the center of their hand, a dark red mass had formed, and they could see immediately where the bullet had gone in to lodge into their hand.
”ANALYSIS… S-19251411111 EXTERIOR COMPROMISED. LEFT ARM SEGMENT REMOVED. SUBJECT VULNERABLE TO-”
______ reached up with their good hand, touching the side of their helmet as the voice shut off immediately afterwards. They knew it meant well, having been their only friend for the last five years, but it drove ______ absolutely crazy sometimes.
Testing out movement in their hand, they would find it extremely painful to move, groaning lightly with every slight movement, They subjected themselves to just sit there helplessly for now, noting that they could probably dislodge the bullet and cauterize the wound with ease… but they didn’t want to get blood all over her furniture in the process.
Looking up, ______ would eye some of the unique paintings. Several of them seemed to depict some unusual or grotesque things… and they would find themselves staring at one, strange feelings welling up from within that they couldn’t quite describe.
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Post by ______ on Dec 21, 2019 3:57:08 GMT
It wouldn't be right.
She was saying that to the machine that ruined her happiness.
It was amusing, in its own sad and tragic way. She had every reason to hate ______, and very likely did. Immensely. Yet, she still possessed a heart of gold in spite of it all.
An angel. Too pure for the wretched and festering rot that Hiraeth had become. Her light was not to be extinguished, and it was the least that ______ could do was ensure that much.
When they arrived to her apartment building, masked eyes would look up at the building, unsure of what they were expecting. An ordinary place was before them, and they stood in silence for moments.
Looking back at Soile, they were close to turning and leaving now that she had been seen home safely, and they were prepared to walk away wordlessly when she had asked if they could stay.
______ looked away, towards the ground. She had good intentions. But they were undeserving of them. It was wrong for them to be around her. She invited too much chaos into her life by even being around this monster. Her heart must've been in complete turmoil.
"I..."
They began, prepared to say no. Their mind flashed to her pulling the gun on herself, and they shut their eyes as they steeled their resolve. After that display, it was far too risky to leave her on her own for now. Perhaps it was best to take her up on her offer anyway.
And there was the chance they would never see each other again, but it might have been for the best. Hesitantly, they would look up at her eyes once more.
"... I accept."
It was strange. But a part of them sought comfort in the small care she took despite who they were.
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Post by ______ on Dec 21, 2019 2:52:26 GMT
Back to her apartment? It took a moment for the machine to process. There weren't any logical conclusions they could come to about why she would invite them home of all places. ______ was the one who killed her beloved. By all rights, she should've turned the gun on them and achieved justice at last. Part of them wondered if she had thought of a better vengeance, yet she also tried to take her own life right before them. Blood trickled down their fingers, and they would take a look at the place where the nano-mesh had covered the wound in an attempt to stall the bleeding.
"ANALYSIS... BULLET LODGED IN THE CENTER OF SUBJECT'S HAND. IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION RECOMMENDED. FURTHER USE IS NOT RECOMMENDED. CHANCES OF FULL RECOVERY ESTIMATED TO BE 55%."
The voice in the helmet spoke as it examined their wound. Those chances weren't as great as they had hoped, but ensuring Soile had survived her stunt made it a small price to pay.
Reaching down to pick up the weapon, they would struggle to place it back in their holster for a moment, finally situating it before they looked up to see Soile walking. ______ stood in silence for a moment, stopping to think on the best course of action. Within moments, they began to follow behind. They promised her safe passage to her home, but the thought of going in so she could tend to the wound...?
The machine did not deserve that.
She should've left it to bleed at her mercy.
They would follow along in silence, making their way through the alleyways as they trailed close behind. Travelling through the alleys was a clever idea, as it was difficult to mask their presence while ensuring they stayed close enough to keep her safe should anything happen.
Thankfully, the trip seemed rather uneventful.
"Why would you invite me in? My injury does not please you?" They would finally ask after some time. They were truly curious.
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Post by ______ on Dec 20, 2019 22:50:06 GMT
The machine watched. The gun dropped. As did she. She took their injured hand in her own as she fell to her knees, and they felt pain shoot through their hand further. They remained silent, not betraying that they had felt anything, but the trembling was difficult to feign through.
Why did ______ save her, indeed? Behind a mask, they closed their eyes. They saw flashes of what was, long ago. There she stood, with the boy who adored her like she was everything in the world. And how that vision was torn apart because of the exosuit before her.
"But you meant everything to him." ______ spoke after a long pause. "Before his end, he confided in me all of his hopes and joys. They concerned you."
They did nothing to move their hand away, and instead opted to look at Soile as they spoke quietly.
"But this is not the place to discuss such things. The night is young, and yet dangerous. I will see you safely to a place of your choosing."
They weren't sure if they were trying to escape from this conversation or finding a safer place to discuss it. Either way, Soile did not deserve to suffer. ______ was the cause of much of her grief, but they would not see her meet her untimely end in the same way.
Sometimes they felt like more than just a machine.
Sometimes they could remember what it was like to be a human.
Sometimes they could remember the life they had before they put this monstrosity on.
Sometimes they reminisced on what it was like before they took that first life.
Sometimes.
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Post by ______ on Dec 20, 2019 6:07:55 GMT
The anger and grief was made apparent in her eyes. Her hands shook. ______ prepared for her to pull the trigger.
It wouldn't have been enough to kill them, but it was nice to think that the suffering could ever end.
And yet, the unexpected happened.
It all happened in a flash.
Soile turned the gun on herself, and ______ moved forward in an instant. An armored hand would place itself between the gun and her chin, and as the trigger was pulled, the sound of gunfire would be muffled by the hand gripping the barrel tightly. A somewhat audible yelp of pain could be heard from ______ as the bullet lodged into their hand, but was stopped by the exosuit before it could actually harm Soile.
From there, the machine would pull away the gun, taking a step back. Blood would trickle down the side of the gun as they held it, and they would stare at Soile once more.
"It seems the love you shared runs deep..." They said after a while. "But it would do no good for you to die too. There would be no justice."
Their hurt hand was trembling, but they would act as though they were not phased. Instead, it looked as though they seemed far more concerned for the woman in front of them, despite her obvious hatred for them.
"Why did you not choose to shoot me, instead? I am the object of your sorrow."
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Post by ______ on Dec 20, 2019 5:21:01 GMT
Her words were surprisingly nonchalant and calm, though her body language told a different story. The machine's eyes darted to observe her closely. She was afraid. Reasonably so. Whether she recognized the armor or not, it was an unusual sight. And if she did know of it, then there was only one explanation for the terror she must have been feeling.
The boy's death lingered on ______'s mind. Soile Nyland was still amongst the living. The boy's fate might have been averted had he only known. He might've chosen a different path. They might have had their future together. ______ might not even have existed in this manner.
The boy died for nothing.
Nothing.
"I saw your weapon before I even approached." They admitted. "I assure you, it'll be ineffective and would break against this armor."
Their eyes stared at her, as if lost deep in thought. She didn't belong in Hiraeth. She didn't deserve to live with any of the grief they had wrought upon her. If ______ was a product of their own circumstances, then what did that make her?
Their hand would raise once more with gun in hand, this time towards Soile. Lightly flipping the gun in their hand, they would catch it by the barrel and hold the grip out towards her.
"Perhaps this would suffice." The voice said, offering her the weapon.
Their mission took precedence.
But the wheels of fate are ever turning unexpectedly.
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Post by ______ on Dec 20, 2019 4:34:52 GMT
It seemed that one of them truly was stupid, or was far more confident in himself than he should've been. He came in to attack the exosuit, and ______ would merely stand there and tank the blow unflinchingly. In response, they would slam the barrel of the gun hard and painfully into the goon's forehead, cocking it as the sound resonated across the alleyway. They didn't fire, but it should be more than enough to make their point.
"That's strike two. Leave now, before the walls get a fresh new coat of red paint." A distorted voice would come forth, disguising itself digitally.
If the point still wasn't clear, ______ would advance on the goon before them, lifting him into the air with both hands before violently throwing him after his running friend. If, however, he got the point and decided to run, ______ would continue to watch until they were out of sight before turning to face the woman before them.
The machine would stare in silence for a few moments, the woman's face seeming awfully familiar...
ANALYZING...
If she looked, she may have seen the blue, glowing eyes widen for a split second.
ANALYSIS COMPLETE.
Images of a missing person's poster would temporarily flash across their visor, comparing the facial features and showing an exact match.
"You are..." The machine looked down briefly. "You are... Soile Nyland...?"
What a strange twist of fate, to find the once lover of their first victim in such a manner. Was this a coincidence, or were the gods playing their games with them?
Looking back up at her, ______'s masked face displayed no signs of emotion or feeling.
"Time looks like it's been kind to you." They would say finally, awaiting her answer and subsequent confirmation of her identity before continuing.
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Post by ______ on Dec 20, 2019 3:41:32 GMT
ANALYZING SUBJECT...
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ANALYSIS COMPLETE. SUBJECT CONFIRMED DECEASED.
______ stood inside of a politcian's office, holding a knife in their hand. Blood dripped down the edge of the blade, falling onto the carpeted floor drip by drip. The machine stood with its back to the corpse, which lay in an office chair with a visibly slashed throat.
The corpse in question was a corrupt politician who actively participated in dealing weapons to groups who insisted on using them in the Outer Ring. By pushing these weapons and lining his pockets, the politician was also helping to ensure that the poor remain poor without any hope of leaving their circumstances. To try would result in encountering these groups, more like than not.
At least, until ______ stepped in.
Checking a police scanner, it only took mere moments to know that the kill had gone by silently and no one was on the way. It meant it would be an easy night, at the least.
It was strange. You'd think that after five years, the prospect of taking a life would be utterly desensitized.
No. ______ felt it just as much as the first time. Since the poor boy who's life was cut tragically short. Every life rattled as much as the last. Every death felt haunting.
But it had to be done. Their quarry was still out of reach.
Heavy boots would walk towards the window of the office, staring down into the streets. On the surface, Hiraeth City looked completely normal, like any other city. But underneath that surface was a festering rot that only grew more powerful no matter what was done. In five years, no other tech produced by MT had even come close to what this exosuit was capable of, but even it didn't feel like enough to wipe the city clean.
It didn't matter, though. ______'s goals would never be deterred.
Looking down further, the machine would spot what looked like a woman who was at the dead end of an alleyway. And approaching her was two other figures.
ANALYSIS... The suit spoke once more. A myriad of lights and text flashed across ______'s visor. ANALYSIS COMPLETE...
Even from this distance, ______ could now make out that the woman was holding a knife in self-defense. It meant one last detour before retiring for the night.
Opening the window with a swiftness, there was no hesitation as the exosuit leapt from the building and onto a nearby fire escape. Jumping from rail to rail, wall to wall as it made its way down swiftly, it would land with a loud thud against the concrete, between the woman and the two assailants. Landing in a crouch, it would rise up slowly, turning to face the men. Blue lights would flash from its eyes, and ______ would stare at them without a word before pulling a pistol from a holster at its side and pointing it towards the men.
No shots would be fired. Not yet. They had a chance to run. If necessary, they would be hunted later to be purged away from where the woman could see.
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MODEL: S-19251411111 is an advanced prototype exosuit created at Morei Tech. On the surface, it looks like an hulking chunk of metal in the form of what appears to be a bat out of hell. It primarily consists of a nano-mesh synthesized at MT that form-fits its wearer, and is surrounded by finely woven and interlocked carbon fiber plates and other durable, lightweight alloys. The exterior is extremely durable, while the suit is designed to function and breathe as to not suffocate the user inside. As such, it can be worn for long periods of time, assuming the user is able to carry its weight for prolonged use.
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MODEL: S-19251411111 was manufactured in the Research and Development Division of Morei Tech, with the sole purpose of innovating how battles and wars were fought. It was believed that a small group of augmented soldiers would be far more beneficial to saving lives than sending in considerably larger groups, and thus MODEL: S-19251411111 was created with the finest, albeit untested, methods the company could offer. It is a one of a kind prototype, and there is nothing like it, having been built in utmost secrecy even within the company itself.
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Its design was further augmented when it was transformed into a sort of 'Living Armor.' An exosuit that can operate independently of its user should they will it to. It was done through current research into Renbu, and technology was created to stimulate such an effect. Being a prototype, only one device exists to control the suit in such a manner, much like the exosuit itself.[break][break]
How tragic it was, then, that MODEL: S-19251411111 was hijacked and used to murder the star pupil and heir apparent of Morei Tech, Valo Morei, five years ago before disappearing mysteriously without a trace.[break][break]
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It is recommended that all parties flee should they happen to encounter MODEL: S-19251411111 for any reason.
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