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genessia2013-12-29 01:20 am
amelia_inglebert) wrote in 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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[She didn't want to hang around copies of her friends. She just wanted the real Gale, the real Maria, the real Ziel... Though just thinking about that made her awful uncomfortable.]
Not passable by my standards.
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[They make it to the landlord's office, and Sofia knocked]
Here we are.
1/2
2/2
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Just being a decent human being. Well, trying.
[She chuckled]
You can call me Sofia.
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[Good job, Sofia. You did your good deed for the day!]