
It had been three days since you had awoken. The ship was still quiet, except for the low hums of enigmatic machines with no apparent purpose. You awake, like usual, to dim lighting and poor rations. Perhaps being on the ship had grown monotonous — it was, perhaps, amazing how little anything seemed to happen in space, a final frontier of malaise.
That monotony is crushed by a voice echoing through the narrow hallways.
Reformatting . . .
Reformatting . . .
Reformatting complete. The Pygmalion is online. Welcome, travelers. Please assemble in the meeting room. Your presence is mandatory.Silence falls once again. A minute or so passes, and the lights around the ship finally brighten, the walls looking more alive and more unfamiliar — as if you must relearn the ship's interior once again. The robots on deck begin to make rounds, nudging and pushing at the ship's passengers to make their way to the meeting room. You hear the doors behind you lock. It seems there is only one path to take.
ENTER COMMAND_
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Huh. All right then...[And that's all he says even as he slowly reads through all of them.]
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[ fuck welsh shit ]
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Trust me, it is. Made up the name myself and everything. [He's. Still trying to puzzle out Dave's.] Should've known the Knight of Time would have a sword too.
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[ ALSO. also. he has like webcomic drawing skills (no) why aren't they here? ]
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[ also rude ]
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ignore that other one I have no idea why that wasn't archived
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[swords are cool: the most important contribution.]
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You too?
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What's Bamarre?
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Lock-breaking and thievery? [ well, you kind of need to know hand to hand combat for such skills. just to keep yourself safe. ]
Did you manage that here? [ no point not being blunt. he knows her weight now, the horror!! ]
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Haven't had the chance to try it out. [Which is partially true.] You wouldn't go all in with all of your secrets right from the start, would you?
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[ there's a short pause as she observes that scar, only staring. ...probably not the best idea to stare when you've been outed as a stalker, though. ]
Backbiter...? [ such a name gives a certain impression, but she's sure that he knows. ]
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The most appropriate name for a sword that bites back at just about everybody it encounters. One of a kind back where I'm from. [It's the first piece that has him thinking though.] Bet there's still some things the AI doesn't know about us anyway. And even if it knows? Nobody else does. I'd call that a choice.
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So you still have tricks up your sleeve. [ it's almost like an idle comment. ] Maybe they'll change your future.
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They already did. [And not entirely for the better. He feels that it's different even if he doesn't know the full extent of his missing or lessened powers yet. But it's a change.] All I need now is to change it to a future I like.
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there's a pause from yuno, a moment of silence as she considers his words. his declaration, really, considering their conversation in the chapel. eventually, she nods. ]
I'll be doing the same.
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