notayoungkitten: (♖ my mental dishes are finally clean)
Revolver Ocelot // Evelyn ([personal profile] notayoungkitten) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-12-01 10:26 pm

It was pure self-indulgence, you couldn't get enough of the drama

Characters: Revolver Ocelot (AU), OPEN
Setting: Starting at floor 38, then off to floor 40
Format: I'll match.
Summary: Ocelot gets used to her new surroundings.
Warnings: Nothing yet, possible violence.

She had never experienced anything quite like this. Being kidnapped and brought to some other world under the pretense of being "saved" was something that would be almost curious had she not been trapped here, in some vicious hellhole where death seemed to lurk at every corner. Fortunately for her, being a lifelong soldier gave her a small advantage. She was carefully aware of every footfall, every sound that she was making. Here, she hadn't seen any sign of monsters, but it didn't mean that they weren't out there, lurking just beyond her sight.

Not even for a moment could Ocelot let her guard drop in the event that some creature was out there. She kept her gun at her side, alert of any new noises, even as she took a cautious glance through the windows and the fog below.

kosmic_angel: (Speaking.)

[personal profile] kosmic_angel 2012-12-05 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
KOS-MOS just nods, not bringing up the subject any further. Humans had a tendency to get annoyed, she noticed, if she spoke of a single subject for any period of time after they let the subject fall.

"Is there any way that I can assist you?"
kosmic_angel: (Staring.)

[personal profile] kosmic_angel 2012-12-07 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I do not have a physical map to provide you with. However, on the workshop floor, I would be capable of rendering you one from the scans I have made of each floor since I arrived."

KOS-MOS, unfortunately, doesn't smile. She's almost incapable of smiling, really, since she doesn't feel much of anything.
kosmic_angel: (Disregarding others.)

[personal profile] kosmic_angel 2012-12-08 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"My designation is KOS-MOS." She doesn't ask for her name in return. Most people give it anyway or don't bother since she isn't human. Which is understandable.

"Please, follow me." At least she's polite about it at least, starting to lead the way to the workshop floor.
kosmic_angel: (Computer.)

[personal profile] kosmic_angel 2012-12-10 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
KOS-MOS lead her along the most direct route to the workshop, stepping into the workshop and going straight to the materials she needed. It was different, using things to write with instead of simply inputting commands to a system but she quickly made out a map of each floor and descriptors with accuracy that might be surprising if she was human.
kosmic_angel: (Ooooh.)

[personal profile] kosmic_angel 2012-12-18 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks are unnecessary. I was built to protect human life and, logically, I consider this an extension of my primary function."

KOS-MOS set aside the pen where she had found it, returning the extra paper to a nearby shelf and leaving it neat for anyone else that came.
kosmic_angel: (Unmasked.)

[personal profile] kosmic_angel 2012-12-19 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
The android blinked, just once which was strange enough for a machine that didn't need to but she did. And then she nodded.

"You are welcome."