return to what you must do

[immortalia]

Characters: Sertoria Cani and YOU.
Setting: Room 1-03, Cafeteria, Floor 15, Third Block through Sixth Block.
Format: Action, but I can match.
Summary: Sertoria returns to the tower and decides to return straight to work.
Warnings: Possible feels...?

[ Room 1-03 ]

[ Those in the room can find a blond-haired android laying down in the bed as if she's asleep. Her eyes slide open and she sits up, looking around. Okay, this wasn't Quaeda. She was in the...

Oh, in Joshua's name--

Sertoria allows an irritated growl to come forth from her mouth before running a hand through her hair. She stretches her limbs before standing up and looking around, feeling her head. So, her headset was still there as well as her visor. She places a hand around her neck and feels her restraint while noticing there was one on her wrist as well. So her equipment was there, but she felt awfully light... ]

Check current storage specifications.

Current storage reveals basic specifications for unit. Unit CXEV5001 does not carry any weaponry... Current storage scan is complete.

[ Sertoria leans down to her chest, noting her photo album, operating manual and her trusty gunblade as well as the hilts of her sword and rifle. She presses a button on her arms and one on her leg to store her weaponry before they just disappear.

She takes another glance down at herself before noticing that she was just in her tunic. She takes her dusty, tattered robe and adjusts it slightly.

Oh, wait. She might have roommates. Oops. ]

Ah--hello. Pardon me, I did not mean to disturb you. If you have not seen a robot before, please note that I've come in peace. I do not wish to harm you.

[ And a smile! ]

[ Cafeteria ]

[ Even though Sertoria knows she cannot process it, she knows that the tower could be unforgiving. So, she's sitting down at a table and eating (well, slurping) the oatmeal like a good girl. She cannot taste it, so she's spared the misfortune of ever knowing what it tastes like. ]

...I do not see what is so bad about this.

[ Maybe it's because you're unable to taste it, Sertoria. ]

[ Floor 15 ]

[ Upon entering the workshop, Sertoria strolls through the area. It's clear she's not the lightest of people, since every step she takes is weighted due to the frame she was designed with. She's hoping to see Doc here, but if she can't, then that's fine. She can wait to hopefully see him again. ]

...Um. Doc, are you here? It is me, Sertoria. It's been a while!

[ Please don't let her be wrong here. She was in her hellhole of a world for a while. It would be nice to see a friend after so long. ]

[ Third Block Onwards. ]

[ Sertoria has figured it out that the tower has gotten bigger, and as such, her external and internal maps should get updated. She's sketching down everything she can ahead of time and memorizing it with her infinitesimal data bank. She can be approachable as she's opening the doors to several rooms, but never staying inside long enough - her ocular sensors take care of that much. ]

...How many floors are there...? [ She quietly mutters, tapping a pen against her cheek in thought, quietly humming before returning to work. Looks like the work here is never done! ]

Comments

Cafeteria

[puppy_lancer]

Woah!

[Lancer has to backtrack when he catches sight of the girl.]

You--you're that android!

[immortalia]

[ Sertoria lifts her head up from her bowl, waving slightly to Lancer with her free hand. ]

Greetings. May I assist you with something?

[puppy_lancer]

Nothing much. Just glad to see a familiar face again.

[He goes to stand next to her table.]

So...were you still in this Tower, or did you...leave?

[immortalia]

I am pleased to hear that.

[ The android puts her utensil down and offers Lancer a place to sit. ]

I was returned back to my world for the duration of my departure. It was... quite a sight.

[puppy_lancer]

[He winces.]

Damn, that sounds pretty horrible. You sure you're alright now?

[He pulls the chair out and sits down.]

[immortalia]

[ A curious blink. ]

Why would I not be? I am performing to optimal standards. There are no errors in my programming, Lancer.

[puppy_lancer]

Well, that's physical stuff. How about the mental side of things?

[immortalia]

My processor is running at a hundred percent efficiency, Lancer. I assure you I am error free.

[ Sorry, Lancer. She's trying. ]

[puppy_lancer]

Ah. Well, that's better than how some other people would take it.

[Hey, as long as you ain't having a breakdown, he doesn't mind.]

[immortalia]

Why should I focus on being in my destroyed world? It is not imperative to our mission here.

[ She's long overdue for a breakdown at this point, but good luck getting her to that point. ]

[puppy_lancer]

Well...stuff about old friends, I guess. But yeah, we should try to focus on stuff here. Lots happened over the past few months, you know.

[immortalia]

I am aware. I also assume most, if not all of it, was anything good - given the nature of this tower.

[puppy_lancer]

...We figured out what makes the impossible stuff in this place possible. Does that count as good?

[immortalia]

I believe you have misunderstood me. By "was anything good" I meant it was probably awful. I am sorry for the misunderstanding.

[puppy_lancer]

[He shrugs]

It's fine. If you wanna know, this place is powered by human science and not magic. Ruana has us all in a glamour.

[He pinches his cheek.]

Turns out our bodies are made of film and wire and our souls.

[immortalia]

[ See, she understands science. Magic? Not so much. ]

So I see... That is what other people have been telling me, so it has to be true.

[puppy_lancer]

And apparently, there's a year left for us to kick Ruana's ass. People tell you that too?

[immortalia]

Negative. Although, do we actually have to kick her buttocks?

[ She would take that literally. ]

[puppy_lancer]

No, not really. Not unless you want to.

[immortalia]

I believe I will decline for now.

[puppy_lancer]

That's fine too. You can always join us in punching Jason once we figure out how to get to him.

[immortalia]

Ah, Jason...

Do you happen to remember the time we were in different bodies, Lancer?

[puppy_lancer]

[He winces.]

All too well.

[He still has to deal with weird dreams where he actually thinks he's Ruler. He's pretty sure there's at least once when he woke up speaking French, to the horror of his brother.]

...Why?

[immortalia]

[ Sertoria leans back slightly, closing her eyes. Sometimes she still wonders if it was all right for her to see Doc's memories like that so intimately. ]

During that time when we were all getting sick from being in the wrong bodies, I was speaking to him on the network. I did not want anyone getting even sicker, so I asked him for some surgical masks or medicine.

[...]

He decided to give me two surgical masks since I was desperate. Seeing everyone like that--no. Seeing humans like that - weak, upset, desperate for anything, but still wanting to reverse the changes - made me want to protect them once again. And if it meant me swallowing my pride to get a simple request filled by the one conducting the social experiment? Then so be it.

[ She really is more human than she gives herself credit for. ]

[puppy_lancer]

...Good for you.

[He beams at her.]

That was a very noble thing for you to do.

[Nobler than what he had done.]