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 Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2019 5:58 am
It had been a day or so after the crazy training session ran by General Obsidian that Vitriol spotted the black and green clad officer walking down the hallway. Usually it wouldn't notice much of anyone as familiar but it had remembered the woman as the one who had been shouting while trying to unhindge the jaw of the youma they fought. Not only had it been incredibly risky and ballsy, but it showed an deep sense of caring for her invested fellow officer.
Spotting the woman in a hallway, Vitriol moved up as it waved by. "Hey!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2019 5:38 pm
Of all the places Datolite could want to be, Negaspace was maybe in the lowest five on her list. Normally, she was the epitome of cool, calm and collected, but since she'd joined that asinine training group and watched Covey get eaten by a youma, she was starting to feel...jumpy. And Datolite didn't do jumpy, it was so energy-intensive and she was already so tired.
Except, as it turned out, nerves didn't care if you were already tired, they just kept you jumpy and made you even more tired. Done with turning in her quota, the lieutenant yawned as she strode away from the general offices, looking for a ride home so she could get out of these clothes and back online. There were games to play, minions to kill, a million things to do that would get the image of Tyrolite sliding down that thing's gullet out of her mind.
Except someone called to her, and she turned slowly, blinking down at a pair of bright eyes and twitchy ears. One of the other lieutenants from the fight, though she'd only paid him so much attention yesterday in all the chaos. Now that she was staring more closely, she started to realize that his ears twitched, that his paws looked intimately real. But he talked like a person, not a youma, and he looked like an officer.
"Somebody took the right to bear arms seriously," she noted dryly, tilting her head. Was that a tail? Datolite was pretty sure she saw a tail. "What's up?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 11:55 am
Beaming back it stopped once it caught up. "Hello. I saw you back during Obsidian's training. You were trying to open up the youma. I wanted to meet you but everyone kind of broke up once we got our prizes."
It stood up a bit straighter. "You fought very well. No one else was willing to ride the you a and you were determined to save the other agent. I wanted to say you fought well."
A set of claws rose out slowly. "Lieutenant Vitriol. It was a pleasure to fight with you."
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 3:06 pm
"Is that what his name was." Datolite's eyes crinkled, but her expression got a smidge more tired. Without much energy in her voice, she stated, "That guy's a ********, he tried to get us all killed. I wasn't in the mood to stick around for the meet-n-greet, sorry."
But then he started talking about the fight and the way she'd torn at the youma trying to get to Covey, and her pale cheeks colored for just a moment before she shrugged and looked away.
"I mean, it wasn't that big of a deal or anything...like, anybody would...you know...?" she paused, glancing over at his outstretched hand. Paws. This boy had beans. She needed a moment to process that.
"...Datolite," she finally responded, remembering that they were supposed to use their super secret codenames. She reached out tentatively and wrapped her fingers around two of his claws, shaking them once. "...I gotta ask--are those part of your uniform? Like...how'd you pull that off?" Yeah, sure, he was halfway to being a furry, but it was a rad look. Datolite wanted to know where she could sign up for that kind of uniform update.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2019 10:00 am
Vitriol smiled. "Well, he has been here a very long time. His way of training are very old school." It said and hoped that served enough of an excuse for the rough training. Well, rough compared to the new standard. Vit remembered a bit more brutal way to toughen up the recruits. Strangely enough, Obsidian's training made it nostalgic.
"Not many agents show such care for others and many wouldn't out themselves right in the path of danger to rescue one. It's a admirable trait." With the claws grabbed, it shakes it's hand and then released.
"Nice to meet you Datolite."
The question made it raise its hand to look at it to get what she meant before looking up quickly in realization. "Oh. No. These are my real arms. All of me is real. I'm a half-youma. See?" It reached up to roll up its short sleeve to show that the fur transitioned to skin.
"There aren't many of us so I guess its strange to see me about."
It was starting to get that it was actually very, very rare.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2019 2:47 pm
"Well his bedside manner could use work, is all I'm saying," Datolite shrugged, leaving it at that. If old school meant taking a bunch of officers and locking them in a room to get eaten alive, then she was plenty grateful to be Team New School all day and every day. Stressing about other people was too much work for her mellow, untested heart.
"You should tell Covey that," she snorted, rolling her eyes--and then suddenly her attention focused entirely on a rolled up sleeve, a transition from fur to skin. It was real. Her eyes widened. "A...half youma?" She understood that the thing that they'd fought had been a youma, a monster called from the depths of somewhere something she'd really only skimmed the manual. But youma were youma and agents were agents, and youma were tools and tools weren't people. These things were all mutually exclusive, at least Datolite thought. But those hands, those eyes. They wouldn't be what anyone called 'human'. She considered what that might have meant.
Datolite wanted so terribly much to inspect the differences between them, to touch the place where fur became skin, but she stayed her hand even while she bit her tongue in thought. "But you're...still an officer? And that's just what it looks like when you power up?" It was an easy enough thing to reconcile--this person was just something different, the way Nembus was a senshi. At the end of the day, they all still served Metallica or whatever.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2019 8:58 pm
"I'm an officer, but no. This is me. if I power down, it's just me without my uniform. This is my body." It said, reaching over to tug on a tuff of fur on its arm as if this somehow proved it to her. It would have powered down but it only had one full outfit to its name and it hung on Vitriol awkwardly after the changes to its body.
It didn't have any issues answering these questions because each one showed how little anyone knew about half-youma and made it more and more aware that it was a rarity among its peers. The more it could answer to others, the more it hoped worth of mouth could pass around the information so that others could know. It never thought this might be part of his duties as a agent, but it somehow became one through existing this way.
"I'm only half human. That's what it means to be a half-youma. If I don't have that other half, I'm not alive. It would be like removing half your own body."
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2019 10:04 pm
"Huh." Datolite blinked. "...Neat."
"I mean, I'm more of, like...a robot body half kind of gal myself, but you do you," she shrugged, trying to be casual in the face of a real and actual werewolf teddy bear person...thing. That was like that all the time. Datolite herself couldn't imagine having to be Datolite all the time. She liked hoodies too much.
Still, she nodded along, starting to contextualize what he meant. "Removing half of your body makes living pretty hard," she agreed, like it was some great wisdom, looking him over. Even his shoes looked like little paws, what the hell, that was precious. She wondered how difficult it must be for him to open soda cans, and then she wondered if his gastric tract let him drink soda at all. Did he count as distinct halves, youma and boy, or was he more a gestalt sum? Datolite had so many personal questions to ask, things that probably weren't meant for a second meeting.
After a moment's consideration, she decided to ask them anyway. "So you just end up hanging out in public, all furred out? Does it make it hard to like...text?" She hadn't even considered that someone like him wouldn't be allowed outside--they let full youma out into the world, why not someone who was halfsies?
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 6:16 am
"I don't go out. I'd get way too much attention looking like this and having an energy signature would still make senshi and knights want to kill me. I think Halloween would be the only time I'd be less noticed." It admitted.
Lifting its hands in consideration, it frowned a little. "Doing many things that require small keys or permission is hard. I use the Nega tablet mostly with bigger keys on the screen. Using the keyboards in the computer lab in the castle is a bit harder." It turned it's clawtips downward as of typing at a imaginary desk. "I can't group my fingers tightly enough to make it work. I usually go one key at a time and use the mouse a lot."
"How long have you been an officer? You seem to have no issues with fighting. Do you have past experience? Is that agent who was eaten your friend?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2019 10:17 am
There were many people who would have found the inability to go outside a tragic experience, confined to the strange crystal halls of Negaspace, but Datolite only nodded, looking up in consideration. He did have one hell of a Halloween costume, though, she had to give him that, though it was hard to say if he appreciated the appearance of his body, so she didn't comment. It didn't seem like something he could control, so it wasn't her place.
Instead, she shrugged, touching the whorls of dark green curls at her shoulders. "A couple months, I guess," she sighed, chewing at her lip. "We do some weekly training, but I'm not exactly part of Seal Team Six. I don't do a lot of fighting or anything, I just...I don't know, I had to do something."
She looked down, fidgeting with her hands. Shrugged again. "Tyrolite's a teammate. I think we're friends? I don't know." Datolite cast her eyes away, hoping that with his peepers the other lieutenant couldn't see what she was feeling.
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2019 8:26 am
"Oh, you sure are impressive if you have that kind of drive to take on a youma when you have only been a agent for a couple of months. Especially the mouth. Most would be worried of being eaten like your friend and being unable to fight. I can see it being a good and bad thing."
"You're teammates. That's even stronger then friends. You are on a team that will grow together and rely on each other to keep living and be safe." It said as it considered the only team Wolframite ever was on. It only hoped that she stayed friends and that they remained with her to the end. So easily could people drift apart, pass away, and let duty and ideals come between them. It had failed many times as a friend. It hoped to remedy that now.
Other things there were no repairing.
"I've just been placed on a team. It's a lot to adjust to. I'm more used to being on my own though I appreciate that I will have others to help me become the soldier I wish to become."
"Do you want to be a stronger fighter or are aimed to another focus?"
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