Amelia Inglebert (
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genessia2013-12-29 01:20 am
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The Mechanist
"Oh man... where are we?"
Amelia isn't comfortable with the idea of sending out some public broadcast to tell everyone she'd arrived. Why would anyone do that? She's woken up in some place she didn't know, with instructions to get a job, wear a necklace, and keep a bundle of bills with her. No matter how much money she had stuffed into that leather pack on her belt though, she just didn't feel... comfortable.
She just wished she was at home... Was it even winter back in Forge? She can't remember... her memory is hazy, and it just makes her want to panic all the more. What's worse, she stands out from the general, random Genessia citizen. Be it in the city or any of the sister-cities, it was unlikely one would find a girl dressed like her. The hat she wore was one thing, but the goggles on it makes it look like she's trying too hard to accessorize... But the headgear isn't the worst of it. Her outfit is something of a suit - a full-body, clingy suit of a sort of stretchy, spandex material (of her own design), coupled with a leather vest in which the straps are positioned somewhat... suspiciously for a respectable young lady. She's used to getting a little flak for it, but the looks she was getting...!
Other garments include her gloves, clunky boots, tool belt, and holster (complete with silver barrel-chamber revolver-pistol). She almost looks like she ought to be repairing tanks on-site somewhere. The compass tied to her arm with red fabric is curious as well.
But the strangest thing? The doll she held in her arms.
Or maybe it isn't a doll. Looks more like a small robot, no bigger than a year-old child. Its chassis appeared to be something like brass, but from within its eyes and an opening in its chest, it glowed a vibrant green, radiant with life of a sort. It was indeed very much alive, its unblinking eyes observing every passer-by.
"These buildings look weird, I haven't seen a single soldier..." She hugs the robot to her chest protectively as she examines her surroundings, "This isn't Ironhart. I... I don't even think this is our planet!"
Amelia isn't comfortable with the idea of sending out some public broadcast to tell everyone she'd arrived. Why would anyone do that? She's woken up in some place she didn't know, with instructions to get a job, wear a necklace, and keep a bundle of bills with her. No matter how much money she had stuffed into that leather pack on her belt though, she just didn't feel... comfortable.
She just wished she was at home... Was it even winter back in Forge? She can't remember... her memory is hazy, and it just makes her want to panic all the more. What's worse, she stands out from the general, random Genessia citizen. Be it in the city or any of the sister-cities, it was unlikely one would find a girl dressed like her. The hat she wore was one thing, but the goggles on it makes it look like she's trying too hard to accessorize... But the headgear isn't the worst of it. Her outfit is something of a suit - a full-body, clingy suit of a sort of stretchy, spandex material (of her own design), coupled with a leather vest in which the straps are positioned somewhat... suspiciously for a respectable young lady. She's used to getting a little flak for it, but the looks she was getting...!
Other garments include her gloves, clunky boots, tool belt, and holster (complete with silver barrel-chamber revolver-pistol). She almost looks like she ought to be repairing tanks on-site somewhere. The compass tied to her arm with red fabric is curious as well.
But the strangest thing? The doll she held in her arms.
Or maybe it isn't a doll. Looks more like a small robot, no bigger than a year-old child. Its chassis appeared to be something like brass, but from within its eyes and an opening in its chest, it glowed a vibrant green, radiant with life of a sort. It was indeed very much alive, its unblinking eyes observing every passer-by.
"These buildings look weird, I haven't seen a single soldier..." She hugs the robot to her chest protectively as she examines her surroundings, "This isn't Ironhart. I... I don't even think this is our planet!"

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There's a map that should show you clothing stores. But I would suggest saving your money until you find a job.
[Sofia's entire helmet folds itself back into the suit's collar as if it was never even there and freeing Sofia's brown hair]
I could just let you borrow my coat. Finding you a place to live is the first priority.
[She shrugged, then her entire armor pieces disassembled, clicking and revving until they vanished into thin air. Underneath was just Sofia wearing casual clothes, fashionable ones, especially the chic white trench coat]
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[When Sofia's armor starts to shift away bit by bit, Amelia stares. Her lip kind of quivers as she wants to say something - she wants to ask a million questions and get just as many answers.]
[Focus, Amelia, focus!]
R-Right, I... a job, yeah. I used to work... [No, she should keep a lid on her R&D.] ... I was a mechanic. I don't think things work the same way here though. I can kind of tell, really. Everything I know about machines is... useless here.
[She sighs.] But a house, yeah. Where can I get one? [She blinks.] Wait, am I really going to stay here that long?!
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[Sofia puts both her hands on her coat pockets]
There should be some similarities you could find with the technologies of this world and yours, I'm sure of it. There's a city that I frequently visit, it's a very advanced city in terms of technology. You might love it there.
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[After all, she's just going to make a giant mess of it anyway. The Matisse is probably perfect for her.]
Oooh, a whole city of advanced technology? Could I learn things there? Like... robots? Is there anyone around here who knows how to build robots?
Gah, I... I don't know what to do first, but I should go somewhere. I'm freezing!
I want CR with her, btdubs :3c
[Sofia removes her coat and sets it gently on Amelia's shoulders. Underneath where her coat was is a small t-shirt with a cartoon print design. Before another chilly breeze blows against them Sofia activated her suit to warm her up]
I'm sure there's something you could learn in this world, not just in Nova City as that technological metropolis is called. There is one who I exchanged a couple of words with, quite the hammy megalomaniac one, but he claims to be able to build robots. I would advise to avoid him.
Re: I want CR with her, btdubs :3c
Well, alright. S-Shelter first. [Her teeth kind of chatter the whole time.] L-Let's find somewhere simple and inexpensive. [Wrapping Sofia's coat around herself, it was much warmer - the style kind of reminded her of a friend, too. What a nice coat.]
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I think I know a place where you could stay in. Follow me.
[Sofia nods to her left, signaling Amelia to follow her as she proceeds to walk. Her suit whirred and hummed as the joints moved, and the metallic soles made thuds against the concrete. It wasn't loud, but definitely noticable]
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... Baths always felt SO good after that. She likes that suit. She likes the sounds it makes, and she listens to it as they make their way through the city.]
[She had eventually settled Bit up onto her shoulders, and as they approached the Matisse, she eyes the building.] This it? Hmm... [It looks just plain enough to be perfect! She's eager to look inside, and it seems like she can see the exact house she wants. For some reason, the one on the second floor closest to the stairs just speaks to her - 201. She points to it.] I wanna check that one out.
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This apartment building was my second choice, actually. Been thinking about saving more money to move out my current one.
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[Entering, she looks around. It was small, but not tiny. Just small in the sense that it was only fit for one person, maaaaybe a couple at best. But there's open space between the bedroom and the living room, and she finds that awful nice. As she studies her surroundings, she nods.] Yeah... Yeah, I can see this working out while I'm here.
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Oh, I like my place. It's just a shame to make a mess of the place when I do my DIY projects.
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[Eventually he starts climbing on things, like the couch. He's rather short, so it's a struggle for him!]
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[She's staring at the fridge, and it doesn't take her long to open it up and look inside the empty, clean thing. She looks utterly perplexed.]
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[Sofia walked to give Bit some assistance in climbing the couch]
Hm? Did you say something?
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I invented this. Back where I came from. Is it normal here?
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[She then remembers that this is a whole different world.]
Oh! Where I came from I made this. I made the first ice box, and they're pretty rare outside of my home city. They hadn't caught on yet. We went through what we started calling an 'industrial revolution.' Technology like this has only been a thing for maybe one-hundred and fifty years.
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[Sofia did a mock curtsy and bow. She wasn't being sarcastic, more like casually joking]
Though it's amusing to find that out. In my world, refrigerators came decades first before robots. Although there have been clockwork, wind-up robots centuries before the first refrigerator.
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It was just a matter of using ice and water runes to create and circulate cooling in a storage unit. It kept food fresher for longer. It's just that, where I come from, people outside my Kingdom are reeeeeal slow to pick up on the new trends. We've got tanks and firearms, for example, but some Kingdoms are still rocking the ol' sword and shield.
[She turns to Sofie then.] Anyway, who do I talk at to get myself set up?
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That sounds like an interesting world I won't mind visiting.
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Come on Bit, let's go!
[The robot hops of the couch to follow Amelia's every step.]
You think? I guess I'd like to visit yours sometime too. But I hadn't even seen all of my world, I really didn't want to end up in another one so... soon.
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[She sighed]
If you ask me it's not worth it.
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