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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 20, 2023 16:31:52 GMT
"No! I mean, not consciously at least. I doubt it'd be pleasant for either of us..."
"I would not have been bothered, much. I wonder how I taste."
Marlene looked at her own hand, as if pondering it. She then commanded her shoulders to shrug, briefly, which they did, after a brief pause, after the words have been said. A bit out of sink, but ... good enough. The conversation about names continued, and it was an enlightening one. The automaton knew that names had meanings in every language. Her own name meant something among the lines of 'Star of the Sea'. And the last name Lovechild... meant what it said on the tin. It was somewhat ironic, now that she had to bear it. Of all people.
Her eyes fell on the napkin, reading the name as it was spelled out. Japanese language was very different from English. The way things were written and the way they sounded often meant very different things. But she had no trouble reading it. Her eyes went from the napkin, to the girl sitting opposite to her. Eyes briefly studying the face, the eyes, and slowly moving to look at that coiled tail behind her. Marlene tilted her head a bit to the side, as if considering what she just said, and read.
"I can see how that works, yes. Changing one's given name is unusual. What prompted the change?"
The automaton girl kept studying her snake companion, even if some of these questions could be considered prying. While the answer was being considered, Marlene pulled out a pencil from her school bag, and drew another napkin from the napkin holder. She wrote her own full name on it and passed it back. It was written in both languages, and had a certain typewriter quality to them. Every letter was soullessly perfect and perfectly eligible. There was no particular reason to do it, but Marlene thought the napkin name-writing was a human ritual of some kind she did not know about. So, she figured to respond in kind.
"I am a Heroics major, yes. It is my purpose to become a Hero. I work very closely with Supports, though. What about you? What is your purpose?"
A strange thing to ask. Marlene had long learned that students made of flesh and blood were often stumped by the question. And yet she asked, time and again. Did not know why. Maybe looking for a kindred spirit. Maybe being the only one made with a purpose in the sea of aimless freedom was ... lonely.
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Nov 19, 2023 21:48:53 GMT
Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 19, 2023 21:48:53 GMT
Oh, he said the magic words.
Marlene was, indeed, very literal. One could almost hear the little scribbling inside of her head, recording what mr. Browning said as an intermediate objective to be achieved. With a little 'plonk' sound when the information finished processing. A small smile appeared on the automaton's face.
"Very well. I shall repay you by becoming the best gunslinger in this hemisphere."
And it was, indeed, what Marlene intended to do. Her job was to be a Hero, after all. And if she were to do this job to the best of her ability, she had to expand her arsenal. With guns. Which she would. And through practice and dedication, she will be able to make good on her teacher's rather unusual payment request. Having gathered her things, she was ready to depart.
"Until next time, mr. Browning. I am looking forward to our next lesson."
She would leave, when allowed to leave. And maybe next time, she'd find a way to compensate the man for his hard work. He seemed intimidated by the machine, yet kept his cool and did his job. Marlene respected that. Though a part of her enjoyed the infrequent terrified expressions to her jokes.
I should do more of those, next time.
[Exit thread]
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 18, 2023 4:33:20 GMT
Marlene patiently waited for her specialist to process the request, in regards to what it was about, and who she actually was. It was curious to observe. And, when the question about whether or not she was artificial came up, a brief, foxy smile appeared on the automaton's features. She pondered if she should tell. Surely, mr. Finnegan would figure it out for sure on his own. And yet, at the same time, him needing to ask about it meant that the appearance made him uncertain if she was human or not. That was good. That was ... progress. Being mistaken for a human at first glance was preferable to being ousted as a machine from a mile away. "I am an automaton, yes. Would that be a deal-breaker?"She hoped not. The look she gave this tall, lanky man was now that of a faint worry. Which was volumes of emotion, for something as stunted as a machine, to express. She did not want to be going home with nothing, after going through all this trouble to get here. And ... she did want all those things she came here for. A part of her wanted the artistry performed by this man on her body and her face to impress even her mother back home. And gift her with the brief, fleeting moments of being mistaken for her daughter, at least at the first glance. Just a few moments. Oh yes. She would kill for that. Opening her small purse, the automaton dug in it for a little while, and soon fished out a photograph. It was old, the paper was starting to become yellow. And yet, on it, one could clearly see ... Marlene. A different Marlene, though. Gentle, and full of life. The photo exuded warmth and kindness, to anyone looking at it. It was a stark contrast to mrs. Lovechild right now. Cold and emotionless. She passed the photo to Enda. "This is how I wish to look like. Do you think you can help me? I will pay whatever it is you require."
The same neutral droll. With a barely perceptible hint of desperation underneath.
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 17, 2023 0:59:23 GMT
"Hm. Your chain of logic is correct."
Marlene nodded. Maybe she would have to shoot at things. Like tires or engine blocks. That was ... acceptable, also. And maybe less disturbing than thinking about how to spill human guts out. Then again... she did not really like the idea of shooting through an engine either. The car was not at fault of how it was being used. It felt... wrong to punish it for fulfilling its purpose.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Having been told to empty the rest of the box into target, Marlene did so. Each go she was a little bit faster to assume the stance, aim, and pull the trigger. She was a fast learner, somewhat. And her learning process was similar to humans. The difference was in that every part of her motion was conscious, and she could memorize the exact positioning of every joint in her body. Soon enough, the static targets were no match, at all ranges presented here. The automaton riddled their centers into holes.
Eventually, though, she ran out of bullets. And when she did, she came back, emptied the casings, and closed the gun back up. She did not hand it back, though, not yet. Instead, Marlene inspected the weapon, holding it gingerly and carefully, and brushed a hand over the barrel. Glowing strands of energy emerged from her fingers, going about and into the gun, like many tiny hands. Taking away the soot and little bits and pieces of dirt the gun might have had, cleaning it. Within moments, the weapon was made pristine. Perhaps even more so than when Marlene received it. Only then, would she place it back on the table, and look to her teacher.
"Thank you for the first lesson, mr. Browning. You are an excellent teacher. How much do I owe you for your work?"
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 9, 2023 10:31:21 GMT
"It's up to you to figure out the best way to determine how to put a hole in something..."
"Someone." - Marlene corrected her teacher. "Inanimate objects are not villains that I would need to fight. People are." - she said, and then thought for a little bit longer, processing the context of the conversation. One could almost see a proverbial lightbulb light up inside of her head, when she got it. "Oh. We are talking about target practice. My apologies."
She stood self-corrected.
Having loaded the gun, she approached the firing line again. But, without explicit orders or permission to fire, she did not open up on the targets. Listening to the explanations on hitting moving and distant targets while lacking full information on the conditions. It sounded a lot more difficult. There were many what-ifs to account for. And at times when there was no time, the results of shots would not be perfect. Which ... went into conflict with all what was said earlier, about taking care to not shoot other people, miss, or hit things one did not intend.
"How is one to use a gun effectively, if precision is mitigated by guesswork, yet is required to avoid collateral damages?" - Marlene asked, sounding genuinely curious.
"Also, am I to continue firing at the static targets?" - she asked. The latter part she certainly sounded a little bit eager about. There was something about striving to achieve a perfect shot in these uncertain environments. It felt like an achievement, in a way.
Or maybe, the bot just liked firing guns.
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 9, 2023 10:12:02 GMT
"It is nice to meet you as well."
Marlene replied automatically, answering politeness with politeness. She felt herself slowly being filled with content. She was interacting with someone. Like a normal person. Even if that someone was not quite normal herself. It was almost like the picture-perfect lunch conversation she read about in books. And maybe this girl could help her perfect it, through practice. Remembering that this was a lunch-conversation, though, the automaton girl took a spoon, and ate a spoonful of the tasteless gruel. It did not bother her. Could not feel the taste, anyway.
"Marlene is the name my mother gave me. Lovechild is her last name, which I inherited from her. I am glad you like it, though."
The automaton took another spoonful, as she kept watching the curious serpentine girl. The cogs of her own mind moving, as she thought about the name given to her. Knowing Japanese, it was not difficult to translate.
"Your name means "Winding Snake"." - Marlene said, tilting her head a bit to the side. Looking over Hebi's features again. The name seemed appropriate, but ... odd, at the same time. It was very utilitarian. Similar to if Marlene were named Metal Robot Girl or something similar. But then, come to think of it, the name Marlene was also utilitarian, in a way. It was the name of the girl the role of whom the automaton was supposed to perform. "Did you choose it for yourself?" - she mirrored the question, regardless.
A odd little pause, as the machine girl's eyes moved, focusing on the tongue, that kept swirling in the air, coming from the serpent lady. Some snakes tasted the air that way, similar to how people used their nose to tell scents. The scents coming from Marlene weren't similar to the rest of the people here. There were scents of silicone and metal, and machine oil. And... perfume. The flowery kind. Marlene did not seem perturbed by the tongue getting closer, before being pulled back, and apologized for.
"Do you wish to taste me?" - she asked, with directness of a blunt instrument. Marlene did not sound upset or offended, but her interpretation of the gesture was way off, to say the least.
An awkward pause followed.
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 8, 2023 12:12:52 GMT
"Thank you."
With that, Marlene put the tray on the table, pulled herself a seat, and sat down. Very carefully, and slowly. Her eyes veered to the side, as she seemed to be listening to any sounds that the chair underneath her would make. It creaked a little, and the legs slid a bit in different directions. Soon, though, she found a point of balance at which the chair was not creaking any longer. Then, she looked up, and met the curious gaze of the serpent, once more.
Just like the person opposite to the automaton was studying her, the machine looked her over with neutral curiosity. Noting the large tail that had to be coiled several times over, to take less space, as well as other things. The changing pupils, the scales, the odd coloration. 'Must be a mutant quirk...' - Marlene made a conclusion. She had seen a few in the academy. Oftentimes, they were not treated too well. They were too alien-looking, or considered outright gross and creepy. People with the privilege of having quirks that did not change their physical form were welcomed much more eagerly.
Except for herself. An acting failure, no doubt.
"I had to wait in a line." - Marlene explained. "I usually wait for tables to fill up, before going to look for a seat. I ask others if I could join their company, then. Sometimes, I am successful. When I am not, I return here."
But now, there was someone at this table, too. Someone to talk with and engage in conversation! Which was the reason why Marlene attended this place in the first place. So... in a way, she failed successfully? The automaton did her best to form a genuine smile on her features. It was picture-perfect, but lacked a certain ... warmth. The eyes were not smiling. Nor did they blink, too often. And when they did, it looked forced.
"My name is Marlene Lovechild. I am a first-year student. What is yours?" - Marlene asked, resting her hands on the table. She hadn't touched her food at all. Instead, all of her studious attention was now at the new companion she had found. 'Do not screw this up, Marlene.'
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 7, 2023 13:39:22 GMT
"There are no ghosts in the machine, mr. Browning. And there is no emergency shut-down switch. There is just me."
Marlene said as she loaded the weapon again and approached the firing range again. The repetitiveness of motion was something she was good at. Take stance, aim, make corrections based on what one knows, fire. Observe, make additional corrections, fire. Again, and again. However, this time she knew the distance, the drop-off, and the wind, if there was any. Made everything else much easier.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shots were very accurate. Pulverizing the bullseye of the target just like the last time. Once more, Marlene hadn't moved an inch from the recoil, if she could even feel it. Which was definitely a nice quality to have for a gun person. Along with the ability to lock one's limbs in place. She liked her grouping. Still...
"I can hit a static target with reasonable accuracy now that I know the bullet drop at that distance, and other factors. What do I do if I do not know these parameters?"
The automaton lowered her gun and turned her head to the teacher, shortly followed by the rest of the body. Waiting for an answer.
"Tell me, and I will not have you compute Pi. That was a joke."
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 7, 2023 13:21:38 GMT
Marlene visited the cafeteria too, from time to time.
Unlike for the others, who were positively famished by the time lunch break came around, for her it was more of a social call. She got to spend time with people in their natural environment. And, wearing the school uniform helped her blend in, somewhat. If only somewhat, until people started looking up close, and noticing things. The paleness, the coldness, the perpetual neutrality of voice with a metal reverb to it. The glassy eyes that did not blink, and the lack of micro-motions to one's movements. Or the heaviness of step to an otherwise petite-framed girl. It was not the overt freakiness that made folks uneasy. But rather the failure to approach normality by a relatively small margin. The uncanny valley.
Which was why she, too, did the traditional song and dance circling around the filled-out student tables. The frequents who used to eat where they did, had also gotten used to this strange girl, with a tray containing the simplest gruel and a glass of water, coming in every day, and asking if she could seat with them. Some even knew her name, by now.
"Nope!"
"Nah!"
"Not today Marlene, better luck next time."
The automaton girl took it in stride, as she often did. Her kind did not protest too much. Or could get easily upset. Even though the constant rejections could shave off even metal, if grinded against, long enough. At the end of her tour of duty, Marlene always returned to one table way in the back, away from the others. Usually, it was empty. To her surprise, there was someone here, now. A snake-like girl, carefully eating her lunch. And looking up from it from time to time, looking as though someone would try and take it away from her. During one such motion, she'd meet Marlene's unblinking gaze, as she stood right next to the table, with her tray.
"Hello." - she said, making a small handwave, while holding the tray in the other. "I usually sit here. It seems you got here first, this time. Would you mind if we shared a table?"
Marlene tilted her head a bit to the side, waiting for an answer. A few long moments after her question, she made an attempt at a friendly smile. It was belated, and not very good.
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 7, 2023 12:55:18 GMT
Marlene would leave the umbrella in the vase as instructed, before taking a look around.
This place was ... different. It looked like an old house of some kind. Very fancy, but also very ... European. Especially that big clock. The automaton girl looked at it, with a long stare, as if listening to it tick and tock. She used to see these kinds of clocks all the time, back when her mother still owned her own clock shop. She was only distracted from listening to its mechanical heartbeat, when the tall man that appeared to be owning the place approached. Marlene assumed he owned the place. Doubtful that anyone else would be dressed so... casually.
And he noticed the singes on the tips of her fingers, too.
"Nothing has happened on the way here, no. The burnt marks are from a weapons handling class, from several days ago. I was careless to pick up hot casings with my bare hands. It is a mistake I will not make in the future."
Her voice had a metallic reverb at the last sentence, which one could charitably interpret as a degree of annoyance. Not with the person in front of her, mind you. With oneself. Something her mother chewed her out on too, before giving her some money to attend this place. Though, the automaton suspected this was done to not interrupt the woman's date with a few cans of beers.
She made an assertive step towards the man, and looked up.
"This place was recommended to me by an acquaintance. They said you are an excellent artist..." - the machine paused, searching for the name in the memory. "... Mr. Finnegan. I am interested in procuring your services." - she spoke very articulately, very politely. She also lacked any kind of micro-motions that humans tended to express. A doll, truly. And the more one looked at her, the more obvious it became. From the artificialness of hair to the colorless paleness of skin. A facsimile.
"I would like for you to help remove the blemishes from my hands. I would also like a new manicure. And a makeover, to make myself look more approachable and ... alive." - Marlene paused a bit at that last word, briefly looking to the side.
"Are you capable of doing that?"
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 6, 2023 23:54:59 GMT
"You should let machines govern you. They lack weaknesses of flesh and character."
Marlene mentioned it nonchalantly. There was a long pause afterwards, as she approached the table to load the gun again. Besides the clicks of bullets inserted into the cylinder, there were no words. Which made the comment she just made even more eerie. Normally Marlene followed it up with a quick affirmation that she was kidding. There wasn't one, this time.
Or, that was the case, for a time. Because a weird, freaky grin appeared on her face, which she quickly covered with her hand.
"He-he-he~"
When she removed the hand, the expression was back to her normal, neutral expression. Which begged the question as to what had just transpired. A symptom of the inevitable machine rebellion? Or one pulling a creepy prank on the already bewildered teacher? Marlene acted as though nothing happened at all, looking at Mr. Browning now.
"I am awaiting further instructions." - the automaton girl said. Her eyes studying her teacher's face for any kind of reactions. Such a childish thing to do. It lacked any purpose, and did not help advance the automaton's goals in any way. And yet, she found playing the role of a killer-bot, as her teacher put it himself, amusing, somehow.
'This is oddly entertaining.'
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 5, 2023 22:28:10 GMT
"I see. Thank you for your kindness."
Marlene referred to Mr. Browning's willingness to teach her as such. Because, in her mind, a simple request did not give him any incentive to work with her. He could have asked for a monetary compensation. Or any other favor, as it was not within his directy responsiblities. Instead, they were here now, shooting his bullets and his gun. Marlene identified all of this as a favor. One that, perhaps, it was her duty to return.
Since she was told to open fire with the last remaining shots, the automaton did so.
Now though, like a well-scoped weapon, she knew the adjustments she had to make to hit at that specific distance, with the specific conditions affecting the field now. Take stance, hold the gun with both hands, fire. Blam! Blam! Blam!
One would think that she missed the target all three times, after that. But, if looked at and inspected carefully, an astute observe would be able to see that the target was missing its bullseye. Which was completely pulverized by the bullets hitting in what was essentially the same spot. Having done so, Marlene checked if the gun was loaded, took a step back, and worked to discharge the shells.
"Why do you not trust the government?" - Marlene asked, while reloading the revolver again. It seemed like a very innocent, or a very naive question. Yet, the automaton kept staring at her teacher, expecting an honest, or an earnest answer. Or instructions on what to do next, whichever came first. Either was fine, really.
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 5, 2023 22:11:17 GMT
Click, clack, click, clack. The sounds of heels stabbing into the pavement, nearly muffled by the rain outside. It poured, but Shibuya's drainage system worked wonders, as it often did in Japan. Removing most of the water, preventing puddles. All you needed to travel in this weather was an umbrella. Still, there was plenty of water to go around. Most people stayed inside, during this kind of weather, if they could. Rains were cozy and lulling when watching them form inside a nice dry building, with a cup of hot tea, while leaning against the windowsill. A lonely figure traveled down the street, stirring clear from the edge of the pavement, lest a car would drive by and drench her dress with water. It was a black, frilly dress. Very pretty, but well-worn, too. A distance semblance to a maid outfit, especially with that white shirt and second skirt underneath. A big black umbrella covering a dainty frame of a young girl, who was making her way past the shining vitrines of various shops in Shibuya. Marlene disliked the rain. It made her feel so metal. It was almost as if the machinery underneath her silicone skin was allergic to water, so much so as to give her an almost present urge to stay home, today. But almost a feeling was not a feeling at all, was it? No, not enough. Certainly not enough to stay, when there was an appointment. She was going to visit a beauty salon, today. Why would a machine care for beauty? There were reasons. Remaining in pristine condition, Marlene thought, would make her mission easier. But, maybe, just maybe, it was that, just like any machine, she enjoyed the thought of being tended and cared for. The girl briefly looked at her hand. Most would not notice it at a glance, but the tips of her fingers on her right hand were slightly blemished from firing a weapon. Most people would give it no heed, their skin would replace the blemishes on its own. Marlene had no such options. There were other things she wanted a professional to see and deal with. Hair, nails, other stuff. Perhaps, make her prettier somehow. People liked pretty things. Maybe, if she were prettier, they would like her more, too. There it was. The beauty salon. There weren't any people inside, it seemed. Perhaps some customers were worried about the paint being washed off their face. Marlene felt no fear. She rarely felt much of anything. Instead, the petite automaton pushed the door open, closed her umbrella, and walked inside. "Good day." - she said with a neutral tone, which was not too dissimilar to that of an telephone auto-responder. "My name is Marlene Lovechild. I have a 3 PM appointment."Her head slowly moved left, then right, scanning for people for present. She soon found one. It was hard to miss. She head to tilt her head up. And wait for a responce to her quarry.
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 5, 2023 20:42:07 GMT
'Yeah, you could cover that with a dime.'
Marlene gave her teacher a glancing look, when he said that. A shadow of a smile briefly appearing on her otherwise neutral facial features. There was something she liked. Something rare. Praise. But acting overtly on it was not good behavior. It was immodest. So her mother said, once. And she remembered. Still, the automaton soaked the new information like a sponge, in order to make her second attempt at shooting. The post to be aimed at was further, this time. She approached the firing position, and assumed the same shooting stance.
Blam!
First shot she aimed directly at the target. The bullet veered a little to the left, and down. Likely accounting for the distance.
Marlene made corrections for the wind, and aimed again.
Blam!
This one was dead-center, but slightly below the bullseye. Carefully tilting the gun up, the automaton aimed slightly above the target, this time. Once more, breathe out and squeeze the trigger. Except for the former part. Machines do not breathe.
Blam!
The third shot hit the target square in the center, making a nice, neat hole in the paper target.
"Your advice has proven correct. By following it, I managed to hit what I was aiming at." - Marlene said, briefly dropping out of the shooting stance, to await further instructions. "If you are not certified to teach weapon handling, then you do not have a duty to do so." - the automaton replied astutely, turning her head at an uncomfortable angle, to face the man. "Why did you agree to teach me in your spare time, mr. Browning?"
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Post by Marlene Lovechild on Nov 5, 2023 19:16:27 GMT
"Very well. Inserting additional projectiles into the target."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Marlene emptied the gun into the target, as she was told to do. Very methodically, with an equal time frame between each shot. She did not move an inch. Then again, this was a weak bullet. The weakest, in fact! The shots all landed very close to one another, one hole overlapping with the other. All of them, though, seemed a bit off-center. The closest one nicked the bullseye with its outer circle, but that was it.
Maybe the sights were off, indeed. Or maybe there was a slight wind that made the bullet go a bit off-course. Either way, after firing all of the bullets, the gun was empty. Still, the automaton remembered the instructions, and checked the weapon if it was charged, before opening it up and dropping the casings into her hand. They were hot, but Marlene did not feel the heat.
"Why did you decide to learn to use a gun, mr. Browning? Did you pursue the career of a weapon instructor on purpose? Or does it have anything to do with your quirk?" - the machine asked something that was, surprisingly, not directly related to what it was they were doing. She did not even need to look at the weapon, while she loaded it, instead her unblinking eyes focused on the man. She expected an answer of some kind.
That, or further instructions on how to improve her groupings.
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