人造人間２１号

In Mira’s eyes, from her first impressions of the city so far, it really was a broken and barren disaster of a place. There wasn’t much to do, none of her powers worked, and Lilith was still missing. How the people running this place expected anyone to survive here was a mystery. For probably the first time in her life, she was homesick. Homesick of the freedom she had and took for granted, and the things she no longer had access too. At least at home she had wine to help with her problems. Now she didn’t even have that.

It didn’t stop her from exploring though. When boredom had overtaken, desperation came with it. Desperation to find something that would help her through this mess, maybe something that would help her get Lilith back, a sign from the Raven Queen, anything. But today her usual walking around the rubble went a little differently, a massive cracking and rumbling sound catching her attention. It caught it far too late though, as brick and bits of wood came tumbling down, catching her leg in the avalanche of debris. Mira swore as she was pulled to the ground, pinned down by the pile of rubble now surrounding her. Panic swept over her as she tried to pull it free, pain shooting through her ankle.

Before Mira had any real time to react, she saw hands reaching for the bits of brick and debris keeping her on the ground. She looked up to see an older looking woman wasting no time in helping her out. Mira was silent in shock for a moment, trying to register what had just happened before slowly sitting herself upright amidst the pain.

“Ahh–Thank you so much…” She winced, the bricks relieving pressure from her ankle causing more pain. “Ouch! Damn, this place sure is a disaster isn’t it? Even the walls are against us, it looks like.”

It took more strength than 21 had expected to exert to yank away the largest conglomerate of building debris from the stranger’s leg. After a few large chunks had been removed, 21 looked over to the girl and smiled. “I know a few people who would agree with you,” she started. “The city’s ruins aren’t the safest places to explore.” With one last section of rubble removed, the android managed to free the blonde girl from her stony restraints. “There. I think that should do it.”

“Try not to move too much, okay?” Android 21 turned her attention to the girl’s ankle, studying it carefully to assess the damage. “How badly does it hurt? You shouldn’t try standing on it until we figure out your situation.” Gently and conspicuously, the android opened her hands up and placed her palms softly against the girl’s ankle. Her fingers wrapped around the damaged area gingerly, barely administering pressure.

Though the city’s ruins offered little in the way of activity and discovery, their barren nature could not stop Android 21 from continuing her periodic ventures through the carcass of Isola Radiale. Each new journey into the menagerie of broken glass and concrete gave her new information, new opportunities, and chances to familiarize herself with the city proper. Today’s adventure, surely, would be no different. Uneventful, perhaps, but an opportunity to learn more.

And so it brings us to the current situation. Just moments ago, the sound of crumbling brick and mortar had pulled 21′s attention away from her mental mapping of her surroundings. Seeing a cloud of dust rise from the fallen debris of a collapsed building had stopped her where she stood. A rush of worry had quickly overtaken her. Hoping that no one had been in the area when the building fell, 21 ran in the building’s direction.

Amidst the rubble that greets the android is the sight of a younger, blonde woman, her lower extremities caught by the tumbling stone. “Hey!” she shouted out, hoping to catch the girl’s attention. It doesn’t take long before 21 is at the woman’s side, actively working to pull the chunks of brick away from her legs.

 “Not long.”

Words would not describe how long, But a few days at most. It felt like forever since he got here, and with a running  and depleting amount of energy in his tanks, he feels like deactivating soon if he doens’t charge up. This is the problem with high maintenance robots like Delta, they need more energy then the usual robot. And this city it can’t handle him at all. The electricity is down and its going to take a lot of effort to simply move again.

“there is another problem.”

How to say this gently.

 "I need to be charged, my energy storage is running low. I can’t move.”

The android nodded in response to the robot’s answer, taking mental notes. Though the time frame didn’t do much to help figure out a chain of events - certainly, she wasn’t an android built for that - the matter of a depleting energy supply gave 21 something to work with. She thought of 17 and 18, whose energy supplies were nothing short of limitless. A scientist’s resolve soon began to settle within the android, and her questions seemed to find a new direction.

“Okay. I can help with that. How does your energy supply charge? Do you have a cable to transfer power from? Or, are you powered by a battery of some kind?”

"Piccolo!”

Android 21 shouts to the Namekian as she dodges and weaves through waves of hostile creatures, both relieved and confused to see him in the chaos of the city. Piccolo’s presence raises more questions in the android’s mind, though now seems the worst of times to ask them. It doesn’t take her long to rush to her ally’s side, sending a well placed kick into the face of a wolf approaching from his rear. 

A haze of error signs in his scanners. Error. Error. It seemed to never end. Were this any other city, say Metro city. Delta would have the problem fixed. But there were bugs that come into his system at times. And it drove him rather insane to figure out that it could happen to him of all people. Faulty robots got errors. Old robots got errors.

So what does that make him?

Functionality is a error already. He needs to find a scientist who could fix him, but there are little other choices available right now that wouldn’t hurt anyone else. It seemed that every time he went somewhere, he somehow got damaged.

In short all this melodrama had come from two words. Unlucky day. That is it. The warehouse was a blessing and he wonders if he could just simply rust inside it. He felt, he felt shame at his current condition that he failed to recognise or even booby trapped the door. Scanners come back online-

“Just… a bad day.” Left thigh received the most damaged, feels like he won’t move around so much for now. “Just some-

Analysis.

“Rowdy people.” Humans.

Surprise spread onto the android’s face as her new discovery responded. The robot’s reply came short and matter-of-factly. 21′s expression settled from surprise into worry as the words registered to her. She craned her neck to look through the spaces between the shelves and aisles as worry began to grow in her mind. 

“Did someone do this to you?” 

As she continued to examine the robot’s body, 21 managed to identify a few points of concern. The left thigh region of the machine seemed to have sustained the most damage. If, she thought, the robot functioned similarly to a humanoid, it would explain why it had become stuck here. “How long have you been here for?” Thoughts began rushing to the surface of her mind as she sought to analyze the situation. 

Android 21 considered herself fortunate today. The abandoned warehouse standing before her had survived most of the damage that had leveled the city, it seemed. Shattered windows and a caved-in roof would not deter a determined scientist coming across a largely intact building. Regardless of what it might contain - the few bits of signage that decorated the outer walls had faded away into oblivion - 21 felt obligated to investigate.

Her first surprise came as she tested the main entrance door, which opened without struggle or incident. Half expecting an obstacle already, the android gauged her surroundings, wondering if someone else had already been here. She closed the door behind her as she carefully continued on. Her heels clicked against the floor and echoed around the shelves and boxes as she walked about the space.

Curious first glances at the items around her provided little insight - the outside labels, too, seemed to have worn away over time. 21 proceeded slowly through the aisles, wondering if she might find a crowbar nearby to fully investigate what might be inside these sealed containers. 

Rounding the next corner, 21 stopped dead in her tracks. One of the shelves had toppled over, its boxes strewn haphazardly about the aisle. Among the accident lay a robot, signs of damage apparent on its frame. Curiosity and concern set in quickly, and once the initial shock had worn off, she made her way to the damaged machine, kneeling beside it once she’d come close enough. 

Laboratories and the sciences had been the realm of the Zaunites, not Swain himself. Granted, their technologies had important applications both military and mundane, but while Swain did his best to understand their concepts there was only so much that could be explained before the word “witchcraft” became more appropriate.

He hadn’t actually expected a response. More often than not in this city the general’s rhetorical questions would be met with legitimate answers. It was more than a tad jarring, but in time Swain was sure he would readily adjust. At the very least this woman seemed to be helpful. He pointed at what appeared to be a glassy rectangle, embedded into a box. “For example, this… thing. It displays nothing, and provides a poor reflective surface. What is its use?”

21′s gaze followed along as the stranger gestured to one of the devices among the ruined store. For him, it appeared as a strange prism. Intrigued by the example chosen for her, the android leaned closer to get a better look. “Hmm... It has a glass surface,” she spoke aloud, the thoughts rolling slowly through her mind. “Though, it doesn’t seem to have a keypad...”

A brief look of confusion passed on her face. Something tugged at her thoughts, as if a device like this felt familiar to her. It came to mind that they would need to figure out how to activate the object of their curiosity. With a theory starting to develop, 21 turned her attention back to the individual before her.

encoeurs:

      Following behind the both of them gives Akira a chance to keep an eye on them as well as their surroundings. It wouldn’t do to have anyone sneak up on them after all– and if someone tried it with him, he’d be able to handle them easily enough… provided they weren’t any of those people with the superpowers he’s heard about. 21′s voice draws his focus to her from where he’d been peering across into a nearby alley, and he pauses before stopping beside her.            “If you’re not sure about your aim, I can try my hand at it.” Not that he really wants them to realize he’s actually a pretty good shot with a handgun, but he might not have any other choice. His hand is offered out, eyes squinting through the false lenses in his glasses as if to gauge the target and the distance both. 

          “Here, let me see it for a second–?”

“I don’t believe I would be of very much use with it… I’ve never even held a hunting rifle, much less anything like this.”

Looking up at the target, Lizzie gave an uncomfortable smile to her teammates. It wasn’t a lie; while her mother had been determined that she knew how to fight, she was never pushed towards the more masculine firearms. Why bother, when she was already one of the most gifted fencers in England?

Lizzie hadn’t even wanted to learn something so uncute. She vaguely regretted that perspective now.

“I’m fine leaving this to you or Akira, Miss Android.”

21 smiles warmly to Lizzie. “That’s alright,” she starts. “I’m not very experienced with firearms, myself.” Her attention turns back to Akira’s outstretched hand. With a nod, the android hands the beacon gun to her teammate. “Take as much time as you need. I’m sure there are plenty of beacons for us to find after this one!”

As she looks back towards the end of the flagpole, her mind thinks of the potential targets the city has for them. What other places would the team’s radar take them? Perhaps the other beacons would be close to their level, and her conservative outlook of her flight would be for naught. Or, maybe their radar would bring them to a spot far above their reach, where her limited power could still prove beneficial.

I sure hope I’m doing this right! I’m Paul, and Android 21 is my first multifandom character since about 2013! For the purposes of arranging some plots and threads, please feel free to contact me on my personal Twitter or IM me here! By liking or replying to this this, you allow me to do the following:

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1. Force of Friendship Arc! 21 Gains an Ally! | Android 21 is a fairly friendly bio-android when her hunger isn’t pushing her to turn people into candy! She’s very appreciative of the people she’s come to call her allies, and knows that she can learn a lot from the folks alongside her. She’s a tad on the wordy and analytical side, but don’t let her wall of words and science stop you! Surely, friendship can overcome any obstacle... right?

2. Finding a Family Arc! A Moth-er to the Flame! | By rebuilding Android 16, Android 21 tapped into her old memories of being a mother and having a son. Though those memories are distant now, Android 21 still strongly believes in the ideal of having a family to protect and care for. She wishes very dearly to have a family of her own and live happily together. Will Android 21′s wish ever come true?

3. Scientific Progress Arc! Trial and Error! | Android 21 is an accomplished scientist and researcher in her own right, having built the Power Suppression Wave Machine and developed the Linking System to control her hunger. She hopes not only to be permanently rid of the hunger that pushes her to go berserk, but also hopes to develop new technologies based on her genetic structure in order to benefit the people around her. Knowing people who are scientifically inclined could be very beneficial!  Will Android 21 find a way to pursue her research further? 

4. Mighty Warriors Arc! Protectors and Predators! | In her desire to stop her evil counterpart, Android 21 trained alongside the Z-Fighters to strengthen her fighting prowess. Though the other 21 is gone for now, her desire to make the world a better place remains. Without her true form for now, she will need to learn how to fight without it. But, if the berserk hunger comes back, will those training partners be the first on her menu? Will 21 need to fight for her life? Or, will others need to fight for theirs?

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Technology was something that was currently out of Swain’s realm of knowledge, or at least the knowledge of this era. What he was slowly coming to learn poring over dusty, mould-ridden tomes was that the world this city was set in had moved far beyond the available technologies of Runeterra. Indeed, it was enviable and intriguing, and if Swain could bring such things back it would improve Noxus’ influence tenfold.

Of course, that meant nothing if the general did not know how it worked.

Right now, he was parked out of a sunken in Radio Shack, looking contemplatively at the technology inside. “Mysterious… what is the purpose of having so many intricate devices?”

With time and devotion, Android 21 hoped to come across some sort of laboratory among the ruins of the island. Today’s excursion seemed a step in the right direction. The ruined building she’d discovered was a far cry from a place of research, but a destroyed tech store could still hold surprises. 21 stood quietly as her eyes darted from device to device.

“Hm...?”

Behind her came a voice of curiosity. She turned in the sound’s direction, finding a contemplative man with graying hair before her. The android greeted the stranger with a smile. “I think that depends on what you mean,” she offered, hoping to provide some insight.

encoeurs:

      “That’s pretty intrepid of you,” he murmurs, taking in Elizabeth’s dainty appearance. He wonders just how much concern he should be showing over her exploring, honestly. Turning his attention to 21, he gives a slow nod, hands slipping into his pockets out of habit. 

          “Golden Ward sounds good to me. Let’s head out. Hopefully, we’ll be able to find a good enough amount of these that we might catch that doll’s attention.” Whether that was a good idea or not he wasn’t sure, but it was better than remaining passive. “I’ll keep an eye out behind us, just in case.”

“Alright! Let’s go!”

Pointing one finger towards the Golden Ward, Lizzie did not hesitate to start marching forwards ahead of the other two. 

While she did so with the behavior of simply a cute girl, her intentions were of a different nature. Both of her companions seemed very capable, but she was most comfortable being able to insure safety herself. Hopefully, no danger would come, but she would probably manage some damage with the wooden sword hidden in the folds of her dress.

“Okay! Let’s be on our way!”

It seems their team’s marching order had been decided. Lizzie had already gone ahead of them with enthusiasm, and Akira had elected to take anchor for the group. 21 remains between her teammates as they begin their quest towards the Golden Ward, her eyes passing over the radar every few moments. With some luck, the beacons along their path wouldn’t be too hard to find.

Carcasses of the city’s buildings surround the team as they find the safest way to the shore. Before long, the radar pings, and 21′s eyes widen in surprise. “Oh...! It looks like a target is nearby.” When she looks in the direction of the beacon, the glint of untarnished metal shines a fair distance beyond the hills of rubble before them. The frayed, tattered remnants of a flag hang limp atop the glistening flagpole, its former design lost to destruction.

She points the gun at the tip of the flagpole, and the radar pings again. “This must be what we’re looking for,” she says, before turning back to her teammates. “I could fly towards it, but... I’d like to save that for a more difficult target.” 21 holds the beacon gun out in front of her. Akira and Lizzie may be young, but she’s been wrong about her assumptions before.

encoeurs:

      It’s a weird thing, this beacon– it’s not exactly what he’d imagine when he thinks of one. That’s not the issue though; it’s how exactly this thing is going to work. He returns with it in hand, and then without hesitation, holds it out toward 21. 

          “Alright, here we go. Miss 21, I figured you’re smart enough to handle this thing for us,” and he also figures trusting her with it is a good way to earn her trust in return. His attention shifts to their smallest member then, and crooks her a half-smile. “Stick close, alright? I don’t know all of this place yet, and while most of what I’ve seen is safe enough, all the rubble makes it hard to get around in places.”           The last thing he wants to do is lose a kid in this place, even if he might not be that much old.

… Fly?

Lizzie decided not to comment on her confusion, but it was added to the growing list of things she didn’t understand about this entire scenario. Hopefully watching her teammates would at least clear up what exactly was meant by a “beacon”, in the very least.

When Akira returned, Lizzie was quiet as he spoke to Android 21, looking at the gun quizzically. Her focus shifted when she was addressed, and she smiled widely at him as she nodded.

“I’ll make sure to be careful! I have been exploring some on my own, and I think I’ve gotten better at walking around amongst the rubble and such.”

21 takes the beacon gun in her hands as Akira passes it to her. She smiles and nods in thanks before examining the item itself. Her focus falls to the screen positioned atop the gun. “I believe this should let us know once we’re close enough to a beacon point,” she explains. “From there, it should just be a matter of aiming and firing.”

Being teleported into a modernized world had its benefits. For one, the food here was vastly different than what she was used to - lots of options, and plenty for a picky eater like her. The other good thing was that she recently discovered something known as ‘saran wrap’. Clear, solid, and it stuck to just about everything - especially if she added some ‘duct tape’ to it. What better way to use these materials than by completely ruining someone else’s day? She couldn’t think of anything, and it would definitely make her’s. So she sets about going down the hallway of the apartment complex she’s been housed in, starting with her own unit. Rule 1 of pranks: if you set up yourself as a victim, no one will think it’s you. Besides, it wasn’t like she knew or cared about the people she lived with, anyways. She’s midway through her fourth setup when she hears a door open. Her head whips to look, and she catches sight of her first unsuspecting victim. She drops the saran wrap and tape in her hand when the woman eats dirt. Oh man, oh wow, oh fuck. 

“Ooooohhhh.” She can’t stop herself. It was too good. “Hahah, oh wow! I didn’t think it’d be that fast!” And now she’s busting a gut, also on the floor.

Laughter greets the android as she picks her head up to look about the hallway. Her eyes scan the space around her, finding silver tape holding clear plastic across the bottom of a few doorways. It’s not long after that she finds the source of the laughter: a young, blonde girl, also somehow on the floor. 21 furrows her brow as she picks herself up from the ground and dusts herself off.

Once she gets a better look at the situation, things begin to clear up. The plastic wrap and tape beside the girl on the ground drive a hard suggestion. A look of disappointment settles upon 21′s face as she crosses her arms.

encoeurs:

       “I’ll grab it,” he immediately volunteers, resisting the urge to smile a bit wider at Lizzie’s curtsy. Maybe he’d keep an eye on her when all this was said and done. 

          “In the meantime, why don’t you two consider a direction that looks good? I’ll be back in a second–!” And with a quick wave, he’s off toward the hole, raising his hand to announce the team’s name to the girl floating in the hole, catching and (purposefully) fumbling the case before heading back toward his teammates. 

“That sounds like a good idea. Do make sure to be careful, though, Akira!” Lizzie made sure to wave back as he left, before turning to her other companion.

“Where do you think we should head, Miss Android? Traveling in any direction will take care,” Frowning at the piles of rubble and evidence of destruction, she eventually shook her head slightly. “I believe we should try for the safest path.”

“Thank you, Akira. Please be careful.” 21 watches as her new teammate departs to retrieve the beacon kit, before turning her attention back to Lizzie. “Hmm...” Her hand comes to rest against her chin as she thinks. “The girl did say the beacon kit will tell us where we need to go...”