#daggerlady

Wind’s Tradition: "So Loq, about these micro-bladders." Wind points to daggerlady's chest.

Wind’s Tradition: "Is she supposed to lactate, or are they just storage?"

Loquacious Dibare: "... They're actually to provide a better grip. That and boobs need no justification."

Wind’s Tradition: Wind looks at Loq's hands, then the shapes of the breasts. "...true, but you could do that with solid boobs. I'm seeing tiny little siphons in the nipple."

Loquacious Dibare: Loq shrugs. "Alright. It's some kind of energy reservoir. It's not... finished enough to really use them yet, but it was easier to do it now and build off of it than to have to take it apart later."

Wind’s Tradition: "Ah. Yes, definitely." He frowns. "'Some kind' - you have the design but you don't know what it's for, then?"

Loquacious Dibare: "Well, I think it'll be able to store motes. I'm not positive though."

Wind’s Tradition: "It does seem suited to that."

Loquacious Dibare: "That's what I thought. I mean I have heard the theories about boobs being mote storage."

Wind’s Tradition: "...full-up breasts aren't mot storage. That's the heart and lungs, behind th breasts. Now, what about the womb?"

Loquacious Dibare: "Errrrr..."

Loquacious Dibare: She scratches the back of her head.

Wind’s Tradition: "And the functioning ovaries."

Loquacious Dibare: "Ehehehe..."

Wind’s Tradition: "This is potentially a full daughter, you know. Not that that's a bad thing."

Loquacious Dibare: "Yeah I know. You put the idea in my head." She pulls him down for a kiss.

Wind’s Tradition: Wind is kissed! And kisses back, getting in a quick massage of the back of her neck.

Loquacious Dibare: "Mmmn!" She cuddles against him. "They might not ever get used, but if I make more, I might make male ones and, well, putting the basics in there just makes sense."

Wind’s Tradition: "Better to have and not need, than the opposite."

Loquacious Dibare: "Exactly. It's also good anatomy practice."

Wind’s Tradition: "You're thinking of building larger ones? Or different purposes?"

Loquacious Dibare: "Yes. A living sword the size of a woman would be as devastating as a warstrider, if not larger."

Wind’s Tradition: "...it could be wielded by a warstrider."

Wind’s Tradition: "Perhaps as one of those legendary combiners."

Wind’s Tradition: "'And I'll form the sword.'"

Loquacious Dibare: She grins. "I'm talking about a woman with hair of obsidian-steel, twelve feet tall and striding into battle under her own power."

Wind’s Tradition: "Hmm..."

Wind’s Tradition: "One and a half times as tall, and she would BE a warstrider. Just a common one, but still."

Loquacious Dibare: "Except one that doesn't need a pilot."

Wind’s Tradition: He nods.

Loquacious Dibare: "... Now imagine hundreds of them."

Loquacious Dibare: She sighs happily.

Wind’s Tradition: "But could pick up weapons made for other warstriders. Standardization."

Wind’s Tradition: "...yyyeah." He sighs, just as happily.

Wind’s Tradition: "Imagine a race of them."

Loquacious Dibare: "Uh huh!"

Wind’s Tradition: "Able to manufacture more of themselves."

Loquacious Dibare: "Able to breed more of themselves."

Wind’s Tradition: He nods.

Wind’s Tradition: "But why limit it to just breeding?"

Loquacious Dibare: She kisses him again.

Loquacious Dibare: "True..."

Wind’s Tradition: "Post-birth augmentation!"

Loquacious Dibare: Her eyes widen!

Loquacious Dibare: "Ooooh, yesss..."

Wind’s Tradition: "...they start out as approximately common, and the best ones grow bigger and better."

Wind’s Tradition: "Hmm. Would they be able to generate their own magical materials for components and repairs?"

Loquacious Dibare: "Well they'd almost have to."

Loquacious Dibare: Blink!

Loquacious Dibare: "Oooh, at that size, they'd be able to cart villages of repair teams with them!"

Wind’s Tradition: "Why force villages to repair them? Make them repair their own, if they live."

Loquacious Dibare: "Well yes, but think how safe those people would be!"

Wind’s Tradition: "Or enslaved, and might put themselves in danger to get free."

Loquacious Dibare: "They'd be in the most protected area, right under their hai-"

Loquacious Dibare: "Oh."

Loquacious Dibare: "Hmmm. You have a point."

Wind’s Tradition: "Then again, if they don't need mortals - what would their reaction be?"

Loquacious Dibare: "Hmm. I suppose it would depend on how their personalities were engineered... They'd be living weapons of war, but they aren't meant to exterminate humanity..."

Wind’s Tradition: "What is a weapon, but a tool for violent purposes? And tools can be repurposed."

Loquacious Dibare: "Exactly. But what would they be repurposed for?'

Wind’s Tradition: "Whatever they want."

Loquacious Dibare: "Mm, there is that, but if they've only known killing, what are they going to want?"

Wind’s Tradition: "And that is what we must design. To what purpose will they kill, for one?"

Loquacious Dibare: She raises an eyebrow at him. "For... Us. My intention is to eventually use them against the Empire, but for now she hasn't even taken her first breath."

Wind’s Tradition: He nods. "And if they kill for us, they take their purpose from us - and we can, when it is time, introduce them to more than killing."

Loquacious Dibare: "Very true." She nods.

Wind’s Tradition: "Now, was all this thought through when the plans were inserted into your dreams?" Wind inspects daggerlady. "Given the details, I'd suspect yes."

Loquacious Dibare: She blinks. "Hmmm. I suppose it might have been. I just wonder what did the inserting, really. Just a few months ago I wouldn't have believed I could do this much."

Loquacious Dibare: Daggerlady has had white jade incorporated into her, most notably into the ovaries and womb that will function with the proper essence applied. Her skin has a marbled cast now, most notably at her belly and breasts. If Loq had had orichalcum, she would have replaced it, but for the moment they have no such cache.

Wind’s Tradition: "...shouldn't this be using orichalcum?"

Loquacious Dibare: "It should be, yes." She sighs. "This was the best I could do with what we had on hand, though."

Wind’s Tradition: "Just a moment." Wind steps over to the storage area, then returns with a few shavings of orichalcum cupped in one hand. "Here, this should be plenty for detail work."

Loquacious Dibare: Loq gapes at him and squeals, then kisses him again. "Where?!"

Wind’s Tradition: "Left in the wagon when it was built. Must have been leftovers from the engine core."

Loquacious Dibare: She squeals again.

Wind’s Tradition: "Not enough to make something by itself, so I stored it for...well, something just like this."

Loquacious Dibare: "Thank youuuuuu~"

Wind’s Tradition: He pecks her on the lips. "And there's some moonsilver too. Didn't see any soulsteel or starmetal, though."

Loquacious Dibare: She sighs. "We should save the moonsilver for her first sister, I think."

Wind’s Tradition: "Or her broth-well, first male. Lunar-Solar symbology, after all."

Loquacious Dibare: "Thaaaat's why I was thinking sister." She and Marast are the best of bros, after all. "

Wind’s Tradition: "...ah, right." Pause. "You know, being constructs, sisters - even brothers - could find a way to reproduce anyway."

Loquacious Dibare: "Mmhmm. I'm not really all that worried about it right now." She warms the shavings with her essence, spreading them into a thin leaf to be applied over the alloy.

Wind’s Tradition: Wind chips away the about-to-be superfluous white jade to make room.

Loquacious Dibare: She smiles at that, murmuring to herself and the sword about what she's doing, explaining it the same way she does to a patient.

Wind’s Tradition: Wind listens carefully.