woah! HELLO !whats new? my name is...
...i cant remember...｢ Tsukiko ｣
●●● ★ Curious
●●● ☁ "Cool~ I can go through myself~"
●●● ♫ Banira Soruto - Yui Horie
●●● ❤ Apples!
●●● "ℒux ex tenebris." ●●●
Ever since Arian's suicidal explosion had reduced her cybertronic body to a mere puddle of metal, Tsukiko had been little more than a soul trapped inside her soul container. Sure, that was technically the state she was always in, but at least when the container was connected with her body, she could interface with the machine and run around to entertain herself. Now, Tsukiko had no body, and was a simple soul filling a container. Of course, she had absolutely no idea why she was in this state. A large portion of her memories were gone from the resulting explosion since many things were stored on her CPU and not physically bound to her soul, so she was quite unaware of the fact that she had ever been married, had a baby sister, had made a God-like being subservient to herself, or most anything that had happened following her rebirth as a gynoid. For all intents and purposes, the only things she knew were that she missed her daddy, wondered why she had no body to speak of, and had a craving for apples. Furthermore, due to her soul's age being relatively nine years old in relation to how long she had been alive in the afterlife, she was rather curious as to how the hell she had gotten this old in what felt like overnight.
Humming softly to herself, Tsukiko floated aimlessly around her container, inspecting her nude self and her surroundings; it was rather dull, actually. Luckily for her, the networks took that moment to come back online, letting her come to the realization that she could once more interface with mechanical objects. It had been three days since she had awoken, but she had yet to be able to do anything until right this moment. Of course, even though she knew she had no body to interface with, she was not aware that she was assumed dead by most, so there was no desire to find anyone right off the bat once she was free. As soon as the network came on, Tsukiko clasped her hands together and shut her eyes tight as she appeared to tense the non-existent muscles in her non-existent body. she stayed like this for a moment until her efforts produced a clone of herself, or rather, an identical electronic representation of herself created by the mild electrical impulses she could utilize. Despite not being her, it was still her as much as her body was her. She released her grip on her hands and then circled around the clone before it followed suit an the two were flying around and around each other like two fairies in a playful mood. Finally, the real Tsukiko came to halt and waved her hand without words towards what looked like an outlet on the wall of the container. The clone nodded happily and zoomed into the outlet, zipping through the network of computers set across the Seireitei, Finally, connected to the internet, she could have some fun, and for that matter, get to work on the machine she thought up in a dream.
|Exits via interwebs|
