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@Lord Santa

Lyra's ear twitched at the question, and slightly tilted her head towards his direction. For the longest of moments, though, she stood silent. Her eyes, two matte sapphires resting inside alabaster orbs, peered at the grasslands and boulders around them for things like oily-slick skin, or fur. The boy had reason to be cautious, but not by their arrival, it would seem.

"His mother needs a flower of some sort," she said at a slightly quieter tone. "...don't step on any if you see them; it might be used to cure an ailment."

Her eyes then rested on the boy.

"...what color is it?" she asked softly, as she shifted closer and got to her knees. "...is your mother sick?"
Rama was among the first to arrive.

His initial appearance was a bit unsettling, considered that he was soaked from the head-down in dried flecks of blood. He had just recently finished a Hunt in Jamaica, and took a boat quite a ways to where he was to rendezvous with the rest of the Hunters.

I mean, who wouldn't be giving a second glance at a million-dollar yacht absolutely littered with dozens of corpses?

To explain the massacre, Rama had to explain through whatever splutters of English he could muster up that most of the bodies were from the underlings that had all rushed in once the vampire (unsurprisingly a newly made one) had panicked and fired off a flare, so...

Well, there was little left to say. The bodies were either dumped, if they were too rotten, or shoved inside for consumption.

Rama won't be hungry for a while, at least.
@TheUnknowable

Sophia snatched the stuff out of Amis's hand, but abstained from taking a bite until she saw the others' reactions to the stuff. With a sort of finality on this new information, Sophia closed her eyes and wolfed down the algae, gasping for air as the dry stuff clogged up in her esophagus. After breathing for a few moments, she looked up and gulped the rest of the plant matter down.

Upon seeing the others clothed and some of the footlocker-type of containers left open, Sophia slowly stood up, and stumbled (while shivering) towards her probably respective bow, all the while covering her figure like an Eve who just bit the forbidden fruit. Her disliking her nudity was an understatement. To feel so vulnerable was nothing new, considering how she was chipped down to some sort of management system prior to this, but then again, she didn't have blood flowing to her face those times.

Nor did she have genitals, either. Those were customary to hide, whoever her charges were, so why not now?

Very hurriedly, she opened the box, and was met by three smaller boxes inside.

T1 was fairly simple : a plastic shoebox containing a sweater and denim jeans half a size too small, as well as footwear that looked more akin to gloves...for feet. Not that she approved of the overly youthful style, but then again, beggars can't be choosing all they wished for, right?

Her other options, the T2 and T3 boxes, were locked with an unlock button just below a number each. Pressing them, however, would not grant her access...

So came the glasses in T1. Did she have a sight impediment? She wasn't too entirely sure, but as soon as she slipped them on...

*click*

Immediately, her vision conformed to a HUD, and with it activated, she took height analyses, heart rates, aliases, even dispositions towards her without even commanding to do so. Tiny red lines traced the trajectory of fallen crumbs of algae, as well as the movement of their mouths, hands...

*click*

Way too much information right now. She'd wear it later, but it'd have to fit...in the case. Right there. And that would go into her pocket, right?

"Amis, was it? I...the system follows a protocol...if I could recall the files..."
@TheUnknowable

Shivering as she did so, Sophia looked into Amis's eyes, before attempting to grab both his shoulders with her still very cold arms.

"Callsign..." she started in a shivery breath "...Sophia. Primary Directive - Maintain Life Support for Colony unit Crista Luz. Last known action : replacing oxygen tank on autopilot.

...I can't be here...the entire colony is still on emergency mode, and...by now, they could be inhaling dangerous amounts of recycled carbon dioxide. My charges might die without me..."
As Sophia's pod hissed open, the other AIs could see a shivering, curled up female laying inside. Cold and naked like the others, she probably came from similar conditions as they, though they managed to feel...panic, it would seem, in her voice.

"Kaylie? A-are you there? Wh-where's Mark? Wh-what's this feeling? Where's everyone? Someone tell me what happened? I'm not in the server! It is imperative I return, or I won't be able to facilitate the air filters...I'm...not in the server...system uplink : active...system uplink : active..." she recited over and over again.

For an AI, she seemed...quite human. It's probably a given that she didn't "go out" often, but to think she was this sheltered...well, there was tampering in all of the AI's minds somewhere. An addition of too many features, perhaps, but at least the database was kept intact.

The only problem was...this AI was clearly in the middle of something important. Maybe there was a way to break her out of her loop?
Emmaline Muller


@Lennon79

After returning the terse, but curt nod, Emmaline walked to the window and took a peek at the smoldering battleground outside.

"...got any orders for us right now, sir? I could help with the mines...or the wounded, if there are any."

She wasn't sure what to quite make of it, considering she had just stumbled upon what might've been an extremely terrifying battle. Sure, they won, but she forgot to keep her eyes open for any injured or dead troops.

That, and there were still piles of rubble in the plenty. Undoubtedly, there would be a corpse or an unconscious soldier underneath. With the current effort and quietness, though, she wasn't sure if they could spare the time before...perhaps another Imp attack would drive in?

Could they have even relayed the battle results that quickly? Sure, they had radios, but in the thick of things...
Took your suggestion and moved SOPHIA to the sheets section. I'll find a picture for her when I can.
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