#techmaturgically

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Absolutely nothing about this place is making any sense--not his sudden appearance here, not the giant pit, nor the complete absence of the sensation of aura. Worse yet--Kite is far from getting his bearings, and already the unfamiliar situation has shown a hoop to jump through. Participate in this little mission, or face the implied consequence of death.

And in this state he’s in... Where he has lost the most crucial of his senses--the use of aura--he’s very vulnerable to a death threat, no matter how vague. It seems the answers to his innumerable questions will have to wait, for the time being. 

Kite lightens his expression as he looks around for others who have not yet rushed at the opportunity to team up with those they knew. Maybe they were like him in that regard, too--not a familiar face in sight.

There’s no reason to be picky--he can’t spot malice in his current state, and so he takes a calm approach. “Excuse me... If you’re having no luck finding someone you know, it may be most prudent if we simply formed a team together--it does not seem we’ve much time.”

          Why was he back here? He wasn’t here moments go. What was he doing moments ago? The GSU’s memory failed him, another void in time that he couldn’t quite place. Hive City was messing with him, he knew this but to what ends? Seven’s jaw quivered, metal grinding against metal screeching through the void that surrounded the chained pillar that stood before him. 

          Cracked in places, large and heavy chains hung off of it, secured to the pale stone structure. The gunhead could feel his heart thudding against his wide chest, anxiety building up under his collarbone threatening to drive him up the wall, to run into the pitch black void that whispered to him.

          Seven knew the dark was a safe place, away from this monolith that haunted him at the edge of his mind, digging into him like a razor against skin. One step back, then two, then three until he turned to face the void and run. Something stopped him, heavy against his right arm as the voices that whispered around him started to turn into audible words he could understand.

                                       Do you understand what you are?                      A machine. A weapon. You think yourself human? A tool.         A weapon to be used at our whim.                                     Don’t be so useless. You know where that gets you.      Just another cog in our grand machine.                                                    Disobey and you will know pain. 

            A loud, sharp scream caught his attention, his large head jerking up to stare into the darkness, searching for the source of it. He knew that scream. It was when...

                      Like a feral god damn dog! Lock him up! He’s useless this way. We’ll find a use for him later, just get his ass out of here before he tears another subject apart. God, what a mess!

         Seven felt his feet sliding against the floor, being dragged back towards the massive pillar. No. No. No. He yanked against it, try with all his might, he kept being dragged back. God, no please. He wanted to cry out, call for help, call for Pepper to save him again. His mouth wouldn’t open. He knew why.

It had been a while.

Two whiles, in fact. A while since she had seen anyone from her homeworld, and a while since she had seen this particular individual while they had been at home. Luckily, this one was wasn’t the most difficult to place in a crowd; the colour, the shape and most of all the way with which she moved. Like... If she had to describe fluid clockwork. 

“OOOORIIIIIIIIIIIII!!”

This marai was capable of no small volume, and the sound that escaped her echoed across the entire street. She could barely contain the excitement; not only was it someone she actually recognised, but it was someone she held in no small esteem. Nami knew what it meant to stand out in her surroundings, to be something that wasn’t like everyone else.

The Marai practically threw herself on top of her, catching her in a hug and squeezing her rigid form tightly, her head over her shoulders. She held the embrace for a few moments before pulling back, her hands on Orianna’s shoulders.

hello, orianna and welcome to terra!

you will be housed in celestia apartments C11, where you will find your ball and a complementary basketball!

you will also retain your command: attack ability.

Dropped!

Welcome back!

You'll be staying in CONDO 465!

You'll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Orianna!

You will be housed in HOUSE 118.

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

Because you were removed in an activity check you have one week to make three in character posts else you will be considered inactive once more.

He had his gift, it was a small box not bigger than his fist. He left it at home, he’d open it at a later date, but in reality, he didn’t really care about what was in it. Work first, figure it out later. He moved through the Golden Ward away from the University, hands shoved in his old winter jacket he picked up a year ago. It kept the cold out, his arms didn’t ache as much.

Then he noted someone all too familiar. He had to wonder if she felt the cold.