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Genos ([personal profile] toaster_puppy) wrote in [community profile] genessia2016-06-27 11:22 pm

Fantastic social skills all around [Closed]

Who: Priss and Genos
What: Genos stalks Priss for part of a day before she busts him. Or tries to. With a pipe.
Where: Genessia City
When: Late June
Warnings: None

That robot was something and Genos couldn't ignore it. Scans and observation- from at least ten feet away- has confirmed that Priss was not a cyborg or robotic in any way. He'd been following her all day, watching her carefully, trying to figure out how or why she had combat robotics of that caliber. He had hoped she might bring it out again so he might get a good look at it, more than just a passing observation, but no such luck. It was a pity he didn't have any of his gear or supplies with him. There would be no camping out or watching through a telescope this time. He would just have to be careful and give her space.

But not too much space.
burning_highway: 2040 I've got a steel pipe if you've got the time. (Mad/Fight - Pipe)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
Priss had dropped the hardsuit off in the morning at her hotel room and taken off in street clothes to arrange musical gigs and collect cash for those contracts. She'd even tried out a prospective band member or two, all while a growing sense of unease trickled down her spine.

The third time she spotted Genos out of the corner of her eye, she started to wind her way back toward the hotel room. Unfortunately, her stalker was between her and it, and she finally had enough. Snatching up a stray pipe from against a building, Priss put her back to the wall near the corner and waited for the blond machine -- a boomer, was that? Hunting her? -- to take another peek.

As soon as there was even a hint of blond hair or creepy gold eyes, the pipe was in motion, aimed right for the side of his head with all her strength! Priss had nailed enough boomers with pipes over the years to know it wouldn't do a lick of good, but like hell was she going to tolerate being stalked any longer!

If the ends of the pipe weren't so big, she'd have tried to stab him in the eye instead. But alas, her luck wasn't that good.
burning_highway: 2040 (Mad/Fight - Fight or... Fight)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that wasn't good. Years of learned instinct kicked into high gear; Priss threw the pipe at him, like a short spear, and took off at a run. Fuck! She needed a fucking gun!

A big one!
burning_highway: 2040 (Mad/Fight - I will punch you in the SOUL)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Priss slid to a halt with a snarl, raising a fist. She was outmatched in every regard, without her hardsuit, but like hell would she go down without throwing a punch if it came to it. The Knight would break her hand, but it wouldn't be the first time. Not by far.

"What the hell are you following me for, then?!"
burning_highway: 2032 (Boomer - C-Class)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
"That was this morning," Priss didn't relax one bit, in posture or in tone. "You've been following me all day... trying to find out about the machine I left in my hotel room?"

That sounded completely stupid to her... because she wasn't Genos.

"Bullshit. What does stalking me accomplish?"
burning_highway: 2040 (Galatea - Experiment)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Why's it matter?" Priss asked, and then, "What are you? You're not a boomer."

While he was clearly mechanical, she didn't get the weird mental thrum from him in the back of her head like she did with her hardsuit, now, and with the remains of Moto. Which could be a fluke; maybe she was only more attached to those two because they'd been bound to her mind before?

But it still made for a decent guess. That and he hadn't actually attacked, yet.

Or would he? Was this fixation because of what had been put in her brain? Priss' eyes narrowed at the thought. She didn't actually know how boomers would respond to her, now.

Still, she'd never seen a boomer walking around with synthskin only on the face. Usually it was all or nothing.
Edited 2016-06-28 08:37 (UTC)
burning_highway: 2040 (Hardsuit - Blow Up - No Text)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Closer to... androids."

At least she'd heard of what a cyborg was. Or a similar concept, anyway. Boomer parts were all the rage in her time; he looked like he was more machine than not. "Where I'm from, machines that look like humans go nuts all the time and attack people. And sometimes they answer to scumbags that set them on others on purpose. One might even be ordered to stalk a target for a while, first."

Hence her reaction. Priss lowered her fist, though she stayed on alert. "The hardsuit, the machine I have, is how I fight those... and protect people. It's a boomer, but I'm its core. It can't go rogue unless I do."

The combination of Knight Saber and hardsuit wasn't unlike a cyborg, in a way. Especially with how the suit connected to her brain. The difference was she could shed her heavy, mechanical bits and walk around as a regular human.

...Which wasn't that convenient when one thought one was under attack!

She really needed a gun.
burning_highway: 2040 (Red)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
Priss finally relaxed a little. She'd kept her knees bent and ready, and her fists clenched; now she stood straighter and put a hand on her hip.

"I'm not," she shook her head, "I can't even fix it." Yet. Somehow, she kept getting little bursts of insight... little hints of how to repair it. It didn't bear closer examination; she was not the Sotai.

"How much of you is mechanical?" she finally asked, because why not? He'd stalked her all day; he could deal with a few blunt questions in return.
burning_highway: 2040 (Elevator)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Aren't you worried about what would happen if the mechanical bits went rogue?" Because that was how it worked, on her world. Unless his brain was somehow the core, like hers was for the hardsuit. That was an interesting idea -- and one she was glad Genom hadn't thought of.

"I... don't know if I'm looking or not," Priss folded her arms, now, "the hardsuit is connected directly to my brain; I'm not sure I want anyone digging around in... that." Surely he could understand that better than most, if he was just a brain in a robot body. Though it didn't sound like he had much choice but to find a mechanic.

"It's semi-sentient, but I'm its core. It's just... complicated." And hard to put words to.
Edited 2016-06-28 09:26 (UTC)
burning_highway: 2032 (Biological)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
"You're just... still curious about it," Priss unfolded her arms partially to point at him for emphasis. "Though good job, that's a way less creepy way to look for information than following me around all day."

Honestly. Although...

"Though if you share any insights you get, then sure," he seemed like an honest sort, and that was saying something. Priss wasn't a very trusting person. "Come on."

With that, she started walking toward the hotel. "You know, if your arms or hands or whatever get taken off, I can probably re-attach them. If you don't have anyone else by then."

Actual repairs? She was dubious. Reattaching existing parts, she was pretty sure she could do in a pinch. At least, well enough for him to be able to do better. She'd assisted Nigel with motorcycle repairs before, at least...
Edited 2016-06-28 09:51 (UTC)
burning_highway: 2040 (Hardsuit - Hand)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
When had she given her name...? Oh, right, he'd been stalking the shit out of her all day. In ear-shot, it seemed. Well, that totally didn't make it creepier.

"Yeah, best I can do is basically slap a bandaid on it," Priss admitted, "but enough bandaids and maybe it'll be enough for you to do it better." One arm at a time, perhaps, but still. "Even heavy parts, or moving you to a different location; I bet you weigh nothing to the hardsuit."
burning_highway: 2040 (Cataclysm)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-28 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
It was really weird to just be... discussing it with someone.

"I don't know how to measure it," Priss shrugged, and glanced over. "It's totally different technology than whatever you're made of."

They made it into the hotel lobby, and she passed the desk, heading for a room on the ground level. The hardsuit was heavy enough that she didn't trust storing it upstairs in a building she didn't know the structural integrity of.

As soon as they were inside her room, there was the hardsuit. It stood as though she was inside it; even the helmet was on. There was no point in leaving it wide open, after all. Priss folded her arms and leaned against the closed door. "It's a bit damaged," she noted, "from fighting in space and then being hurled back through the atmosphere. Thankfully, whatever brought me here did so before things got too hot. The suit would have gotten me to the ground in one piece, but it probably would have destroyed itself to do so."
Edited 2016-06-28 23:16 (UTC)
burning_highway: 2040 (As Sekiria - Hardsuit)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-29 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not quite its own person, because it was made to be part of me; I'm its core." Priss remained where she was, arms folded. "It is a boomer, however, and they're alive by default. Machines, patterned off human consciousness... and originally, our DNA. They just don't use blood and meat as their building blocks. They're all shapeshifters, too, which is why the suit doesn't look too messed up. I formed it back into an older shape after I woke up."

Like it was that easy. Like she hadn't just learned how to modify its shape mere hours before...
burning_highway: 2040 "My life's not worth much, but it's mine to risk. If I screw up out there, I'm ready to take the fall." (Shadowed Eyes)

[personal profile] burning_highway 2016-06-29 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Something else," Priss unfolded her arms to rub her forehead. Her head was starting to hurt as they talked about it. "Like I said, it's complicated. And it can... rearrange its structure. Like... clay. Kinda. Boomers do it all the time when they go rogue; I did it to this one because I'm part of it."

Of course, the suit was plenty hard right now, not at all like clay.

"Catch," Priss said, and the helmet suddenly unsealed from the neck of the suit, toppling forward. It was a lot heavier than it looked, though of course Genos would have no trouble with it.

And sure enough, both the helmet and the rest of the suit -- what could be seen through the neck -- were completely hollow. The scent of old, dried blood came from inside both; not easily detected by a human -- she'd cleaned it up reasonably well -- but easy enough to pick up by Genos' sensors.

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