Reploid in Training

(Wyvern’s Mun has a blog now; this one) *Wyvern retracted his wings and grinned at Y, his tail wagging slightly* You…You’d help me? *He couldn’t help but walk up to Y and hug her* Thank you Miss; whoever you are.

“Mm!” Y started at his touch, and accepted Wyvern’s embrace. “Mmmokay! Uh, yeah!” she said, realizing that in her dumbfounded encounter she hadn’t once mentioned her name. “I’m Y. As in the letter.”

The speed in which they traveled was almost too much for him. Sure he could handle aerial combat when it came to that. His ability saw to that. He might have been fast, he was still human, and the forces applied to his body were enough to make him reel from it. This technology. The Adept would squat down, fighting the feeling of wooziness from the travel. From weightlessness, to being under the gravity once more. He’d remain in that squatted position. “How the hell do you people travel like that?”

For a short while there was only silence, when suddenly, an arc of aqueous fluid rose over the buildings precipice and snapped onto the spire at its center, where it crackled from heat before quickly solidifying into an unusual, barred shape. It stood there silently until the missing reploid came into view, pulling herself up over the edge of the skyscraper by the rungs of the ladder she had created, hand by hand. “Oof. That was my bad. Sorry.” She called out, reaching the top curve of her ladder. “Teleporter put me over the edge by accident. It was a good save though.” She huffed, swinging her legs over the side of the monkey bars, large gun pulsing lights around her arm. Dropping down, she flicked her weapon, causing the barrels to segment and part- the structure she had just climbed up melting like candle wax and silently whisking back to the muzzle of Y’s firearm. With a sucking noise it snapped shut again, and Y proceeded to disassemble it behind her back.

gUYS NO JOKE I GOT “motor oil” IN MY ASK BOX I’M SCREAMINH

I HOPE U GUYS DON’T LIE 

it looks fun i guess

Delighted, Y grasped his hand and chimed “Watch your toes!” As beams of light bent inwards around them snapped backward, rocketing them through space and time and leaving only particle dust in their wake. When they landed, they landed with a subdued thoom on the deck of a particularly high skyscraper, bridging an oceanic horizon where distantly a sun bubbled into the sound. Wind circled around the spire confusedly, attempting to whip around any article of clothing it came into contact with, and yet atop this empty vista, Y was nowhere to be seen.

“Eh? Emergency transportation? What’s that?” He’d question, crossing his arms, watching the reploid. He was unfamiliar with her worlds technology, and wasn’t sure what they were capable of doing. Regardless he’d dismiss her comment about being lively. Whatever the case he didn’t want to talk about that topic any longer. “Where are we going to go?”

“We’re gonna teleport!” Y piped, with her cheerful little “u” shape of a smile. “I use this system to get out of risky situations to a preset safe zone. In this case, my home city.” She said, making shimmery motions with her fingers. “Wouldn’t you like to see what it looks like to see a city light up at night? When I was newer my mentor took me atop one of the highest buildings we could find and for the longest time I have wanted to show some one else in the same way.” With a pop from her earpiece a circle of light whizzed around Y’s immediate vicinity, speaking in hushed electric noises. Wordlessly, she reached out a hand. “You trust me?”

“I don’t know. I could never figure out what Cyan or Morpho were thinking.” The Adept would shrug in response. “It was nice though, when we were living together, things were a lot more lively…”

“Hmm...” Came the silky haired woman’s voice in an undertone. “Well... I may not be a Cyan or a Morpho.” Y started, standing up for the first time in a while. She placed both of her hands over her gold-wrapped hips. “But I am nothing if not lively.” Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Y flicked the side of her head where her ear should have been, and from the piece fastened to her skull whisked forth a small strip of holographic screen which she stared at for a while before closing it again, satisfied. “I’ve got a bit of juice left in my emergency transportation function. What do you say we change the scenery a bit, huh?”

“Why are you asking me a question like this? If I was going to die, it would probably be doing something stupid like storming Sumeragi’s headquarters.” Hands slide behind his head as she’d continue to ask questions. “Really, you think too much about that kind of thing…but fine. I’ll humor you. I just wanted to live with Cyan(Joule), and Morpho(Lumen). I’d want to spend time with them.”

Y smiled, and her eyes caught the light like diamonds- relieved that she was finally able to get something out of the blond adept. “And what do you think that they would want to do with you?” She prodded further, holding her breath.

“That’s a stupid question, and you know it. The world wouldn’t just abruptly end. Sumeragi wouldn’t ever make an Adept that powerful. They want to rule the world. Not destroy it. We have plenty of others already doing that already, thanks.”

Y shook her head again, sitting up and drawing her knees in to her chest. “No. No you don’t get it.” She began, rolling her one braid between both of her palms like clay. “I want to know. I want to know if you knew- for certain- that you were going to die tonight, what would you spend your final hours doing?” She drew lazy shapes in the the dust at her feet. “What would be the last thing you wanted to taste? The last thing you smelled, the last face you saw? The last hand you touched?” She thought out loud, turning to look Gunvolt in the eye. She was utterly serious. “Just for one minute imagine you had the ability to do any one of these things. That you didn’t have to take lives to survive and fight for a meal. How would you make peace with your life?”

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