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

[puppy_lancer]

You're welcome. It's no trouble.

[Plus, it's sort of his fault, being so blunt.]

[immortalia]

I will have to repay you for this one day, if you do not mind.

[puppy_lancer]

Sure. Do whatever you think makes up for it.

[immortalia]

What do you like?

[puppy_lancer]

Well...it's only a simple thing, helping you to your room. So how about something simple in exchange?

[immortalia]

Perhaps I can make you a meal in exchange? I cannot promise I will be a good cook, but the effort is there.

[puppy_lancer]

A...hand-made meal? Well, I can't say no to such a thing from a pretty lady!

[immortalia]

[...] I am pretty?

[puppy_lancer]

...Well, of course. As pretty as any human maiden out there.

[immortalia]

I - Thank you. It means a lot, Lancer.

[ That's what you're supposed to say, right? ]

[puppy_lancer]

You're welcome. I'm glad it does. Though I'm sure I'm not the first guy who thought that.

[immortalia]

I am rather plain, though, and have nothing going for me.

[puppy_lancer]

You've got a nice face. And pretty eyes. And you're good at speeches. And you'd be nice even by human standards. How's that nothing?

[immortalia]

[ For extra measure, Sertoria places a hand on her face and then touches her eyes for a brief moment. ]

If... you say so. I am sorry, no one has said anything like that to me in quite a long time.

[puppy_lancer]

...Not even that special friend of yours? Really?

[immortalia]

Ah... Well, with him... I never did find out if he loved me in the sense you humans do. So, I am unsure.

[puppy_lancer]

He loved you enough to make you into something other than a weapon.

[immortalia]

Do you really think he really did love me?

[ It's been a selfish dream of her's, so she's rather skeptical because of the fact that a lot of her dreams didn't come to fruition as she had hoped. ]

[puppy_lancer]

I think he did. As a friend if nothing else. You're pretty loveable.

[immortalia]

I am?

[ Sorry, Lancer. She has a few confidence issues because of how long she's been referring to herself as a monster. She'll get better. ]

[puppy_lancer]

Of course. Just as lovable as any human maiden. Ask any of your other friends.

[immortalia]

I... am not sure if Doc would say the same.

[puppy_lancer]

What would he say? That you're more lovable than any human maid here?

[immortalia]

[ Sertoria yelps slightly at that before shaking her head rapidly. ]

Ah... I do believe he is a married man. Not to mention the age differences...

[puppy_lancer]

So? That doesn't matter. He can still find you lovable. Even as just a daughter.