Post by Maria Traydor on Aug 18, 2011 18:32:31 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Maria, Maria Traydor. I think… I might have lead something… I remember being called ‘captain‘ often… I don‘t think that counts as a nickname though. I‘m sorry I‘m rambling; my head is hurting…"
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I‘m nineteen years old, I know that for certain. Affiliation… … … I‘m sorry, I can‘t remember. I think it’s safe to say Earth. There was something more specific, I’m certain of it… -Maria has a puzzled and pained look on her face. She is rubbing the side of her head.-"
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"… Wait, you’re serious? No.”
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Finally something I‘m sure on. I specialize in long-range attacks and I use my legs in close-range combat. … Get your mind out of the gutter; my memory is scrambled, but I‘m one hundred percent certain I‘m not that kind of girl."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Trying to flatter me isn‘t going to work. Especially not if you‘re going to call me a horse. -Glare-"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"5‘3."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"… Haha no. (Thin)"
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Something practical that doesn‘t get in the way of fighting."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I look like myself. I‘ll be surprised if you say you know me; you don‘t look familiar. (Maria Traydor, Star Ocean 3: The Last Hope)"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"What?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"My friends and ‘caretakers‘, Cliff and Mirage, as well as the friends I made helping someone like me. I suppose I‘m also something of a scientist; I enjoy learning about anything from computers to genetics, and I do enjoy the occasional scrap. As for things I dislike, small closed spaces and getting left behind are very big parts. I also dislike people who wrong others."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I… I‘m claustrophobic… You‘re lucky I agreed to this interview… If I find out you‘re from the Federation, you‘ll regret it."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I‘m told I‘m blunt."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I don‘t think so."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"In a word, no. In two words, not interested."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I was an orphan… my adoptive parents are dead. If you were someone else, I might be willing to recount the details. You aren‘t someone else, however."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Cliff and Mirage are the closest thing I have to any family still alive. The details of that part… I‘m having trouble remembering that, I‘m sorry."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"A majority of the events from after the deaths of my parents are either vague or missing entirely. The first thing that‘s clear is that I went to the planet Elicoor II to find a man named Fayt Leingod, for classified reasons. While there, I learned that he was being sought by the Vendeeni, an alien race that you most likely have never heard of. They had captured his father and a woman named Sophia Esteed. The details from what happened beyond are unbelievable, even though I was there. Telling you would most likely be a waste of effort. In either case, I remember returning from my adventure with Fayt and his party… but my memory from there is sketchy at best. Trying to remember just what it is I‘m missing isn‘t doing anything but giving me a migraine."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Your questions almost made my head do the same… -Maria is rubbing the side of her head-"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Hypnotooooooooooooooooad (Light said she'd foot the bill for this last Limit Break.)
age. 2985392. 17
rp experience. Too long/
rules. … THUNDAGA BULLET? LOLSURE.
rp sample.Lightning Farron, the woman who had killed both of CaROLiNE's predecessors, may not have noticed it, but small cameras tucked away in corridor corners around the complex had monitored her motions with nearly as much paranoia as the rose haired soldier exhibited in coming here. She knew perfectly well what the soldier had done; the recordings she had managed to recover from the data streams severed upon Orphan's destruction showed her what the two Fal'Cie had both done and gone through for their punishment.
But they had done it on purpose; they knew what they were doing when they enacted the Purge, and when they tried to destroy the world through their own monsters... and it was terrifying. What made it worse, none of Cocoon seemed any the wiser to what had occurred. Her memory couldn't have been glitched; she had witnessed what had happened in Orphan's Cradle then. She couldn't have been coming to kill her... could she? The self-aware computer would have shuddered in fear at the idea if shuddering was at all capable except through extreme levels of stress on her processors.
And then she emerged through the door. That woman that had murdered (Perhaps justly) the two beings whose systems were now left to CaROLiNE to run. The yellow photoreceptor, the only visible spot of difference on the perfect white rectangle of her head, narrowed to a point only a few millimeters across as the entire body swung around from the remains of Orphan's systems crudely adapted into her own body, stretching high up into the ceiling. The personality cores scattered around the room with enough sentience to know what was going on all trained their photoreceptors on the woman as well.
"Oh. It's you." She said almost nonchalantly, save for a sudden and sharp dropping in tone at 'you'. If she were capable of it, she would have shrank back to the other side of her chamber in fear, even if her monotone voice was incapable of expressing the fear running through her higher AI routines. "I was wondering when you were going to come to ruin Cocoon's vital systems again. Like when you and your allies killed Orphan and Eden. I was only instated here after you killed them. My only job is to run the systems left behind after their deaths. I never harmed you of my own volition. But you've come to kill me anyways, haven't you?"
At that, all of the spheres, aware of the situation or not, trained their photoreceptors on Lightning. Some of them didn't have much intelligence on their own, but they all knew well enough what would happen if the central system was destroyed. Even if they had only ever lived in a room much like this one, the prospect of death was absolutely terrifying. Humans? Perhaps they had some form of afterlife to go to. They had nothing but the abyss to look forward to. "If you are going to murder me, I don't think you will need to call your consorts to do it. Orphan and Eden were Fal'Cie; I am a supercomputer capable of running the systems they did to sustain life on Cocoon. Severing my head will not take you quite as long or as much effort as it did for them."
