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Spectre waited in the commons room for T to enter when she looked at her.
"Hey. Was wondering if you were still up for those flying lessons."
T smiled. "Yeah, I'd like to, had a location in mind?" She smiled and became a Disassembly drone.
"Oh, and if you don't mind me asking, who's Apollo? Ai told me he was her friend." A sly grin was displayed on her face.
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While in her room, T hears a knock on her door, followed up by a very familiar voice.
"Hey, T. Can I come in?"
T groggily woke up with the knock, but instantly got up once she heard that voice, rushing to the door.
"Yeah!" She was smiling wide, her tail wagging behind her happily, because right now she didn't care if her affection was shown.
Spectre looks around The Cube for T.
"Hey, T?" she calls out. "You wanna help me try and design contacts that can record what they see?"
T was lightly dozing in her room, trying to compensate for her inefficient charge, but perked up at Spectre's voice.
She got up and left her room, walking over to them. "Yeah I'd like to."
(I had an impulsive thought, so I do apologise)
Someone dragged there feet through the snow, the sky above chocked with clouds to the point that light didn't dare to go through. The drone scanned the area, long white hair caught in a faint breeze.
Visor swallowed in white pixels that vaguely formed the shape of a lone eye, taking note of its territory, seeing if anything is amidst.
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There was a dissembly drone walking around, gazing at the surrounding buildings. From the distance away they were, it looked like they had a green shirt and overalls.
They were unaware of anyone else being there.
Not too long after curling up under her blankets, T hears a knock on the door.
"T? Are you in there?"
It's Spectre, even though she was supposedly gone right now.
(Full disclaimer, I cannot guarantee this gets finished. My hope is that based on what I know, doing a chain like this will help me get better with the whole thing, much like how I got better with Serial Designation U after rewatching it and making sure to get to the end. Even if it works, there may be longer pauses.)
There's not a response, at least not right away like you might expect from her.
"Y-yeah..." Her voice is soft and muffled, like she might not be the best emotionally right now.
[Hey I fully understand, and hope that it might be a way to have this chain, but I will never be upset if it gets to be too much for you, I'd prefer someone to have an enjoyable rp rather then one they dread responding to.]
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After some time had been spent in the new form, Spectre approached T.
"Hey, so I'd been thinking about this since I first saw you in this form, but..."
She was hesitant on asking. On one hand, she felt like it was important to know, but on the other, she really didn't want to.
"Could I... check who your admin is?"
T gave a curious look.
Then the realization of what Spectre was asking faded onto her face.
"Yeah, probably should have check who that was... but you can." She gave a small reassuring look.
Some time on Christmas Day, Spectre knocked on T's door.
"Hey, Merry Christmas, T. It's not especially big, but I got you something."
T smiled and opened the door, her tail swaying some.
"Really? Thank you mom." She lightly chuckled.
Realization.
"Where. Is. Tessa."
The flesh covered robot growled to no one.
"She should be here by now! I know how much it takes to break her! SO WHERE IS SHE?!"
Her fists slammed into the table.
"If she won't come, THEN I WILL! A quick callback ping should work... she'll come running, wether or not she wants to! I tried playing nice, but she didn't, I'll make her know the rules... And never break them again!"
Her tone dissolved into what most would can insane, which was followed by a mad cackle. Cyn held her hand out, the tri-pronged symbol showed, and she use the command.
And got denied.
"What." "What do you mean I 'dont have clearance to perform this action'?! I MADE IT! Ugh I'll just update my controls- Who. Who accessed the code. AND CHANGED IT?!"
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T was resting on her bed, face pressed into a pillow as she lightly dozed.
"mmfgh... I wonder if I'll go back to how I was before... Or if I'm like this... Forever... Hmmmm..."
And with a surprise poof, her face pases through the pillow, now back to how she was originally.
"... Well that answers the question."
