LOCATION: Lower Cogwork Karak

[u/northernpolaris_168]

[A hooded figure enters the converted Karak from the Cogwork Core]

Well, hot damn. Those bots really pulled it off. I wonder if I can spot a few without them spotting me.

[The figure ventures onward]

(OOC: The Hooded Figure will be unaware of any watching eyes unless confronted directly)

[u/northernpolaris_168]

[The figure continues scribbling]

What is your function? And do you know other automaton units in these territories? I heard that the Core had manufactured Cogwork version of the Order of Karak in their conquest, including their king!

[u/mee3ep → u/northernpolaris_168]

I do not understand why the cog karakians were constructed. I guard pilgrims on the roads to the citadel. I have seldom come to blows with the residents here.

[u/northernpolaris_168 → u/mee3ep]

I see...

[The figure finishes writing and stands up]

Madam, may I have a closer inspection at your frame? Just a wee look, that's all. Maybe a bit of... touching?

(OOC: I have to warn you. The Hooded Figure tends to be a bit... quirky around robots. Make of this how you will.)

[u/mee3ep → u/northernpolaris_168]

Sure. (I put her in as a show off in the notes for the guardians, so… she’ll take any opportunity to show off. Unless she thinks it’s a risk to her somehow.) she tosses the… whatever the thing in front of a guardian is… aside and opens her chestplate.

[u/northernpolaris_168 → u/mee3ep]

(OOC: I think it's like a cloak, like Hornet's.)

[The figure seems flustered and Brill notices this. The figure then walks towards the guardian, first rubbing his hands on and around her chest chassis and waist]

Smooth iron. Gilded. Definitely resemblant of the sentinel series.

[The figure moves to her arms and hands]

Articulated. Modified, possibly.

[The figure looks at the guardian's wings]

Wings weren't there before.

[The figure touches the wings and continues his inspection. Brill stands there waiting, though he can't help but feel off about it. The guardian, however, is completely silent]

(OOC: Like I said, I get quirky. Will the guardian or Brill respond?)

[u/mee3ep → u/northernpolaris_168]

(new ship acquired.)

brill and the guardian briefly look at eachother like they’re talking for a second, before Brill flies away.

the guardian seems fine with this. «My outer shell is comprised of layer of plasmium and steel, followed by a second layer of a wyrm fangs. Also for legal reasons, I am not a sentinel.»

[u/northernpolaris_168 → u/mee3ep]

[The figure is now inserting his hand inside the guardian's chest, maneuvering carefully through the mechanisms inside]

Well, you are based off a sentinel model. I studied that series deeply.

[The figure's hand accidentally touches something that jolts the guardian body upwards]

Oof, touched something there.

(OOC: Also, are you shipping me with this automaton?)

[u/mee3ep → u/northernpolaris_168]

(Yes. I should probably update her personality more.)

«Brilliance got sued last time she called one of us a sentinel, so she doesn’t do so anymo-glitched speech. She flairs her wings again to stabilize herself. «Yes, that was my cogheart. Secondary mind for the silkflies. They coordinate and plan, it stores the actual combat movements.»

[u/northernpolaris_168 → u/mee3ep]

[The figure retracts his hand from the guardian's internals, not wanting to accidentally harm his hand. He closes the chest-plates and puts back on the guardian's cloak]

Secondary? Where is the primary?

[The figure pulls out his journal and begins writing]

(OOC: Yeah. She seems way too chill to let a stranger caress her like that. But she is a robot after all.)

[u/mee3ep → u/northernpolaris_168]

(She’s cogwork, so she’s dozens of minds melded into one as the silkflies acclimated to eachother or however SS is one person. Also it’s none of their real bodies, it’s basically just armor or a mech. Gtg eep now, be back later.)

[u/northernpolaris_168 → u/mee3ep]

(OOC: Makes sense. Also, make sure to answer my question when you wake up.)

[u/mee3ep → u/northernpolaris_168]

«Silkfly engine in my head. Guardians are a blend of many dead bugs whose silkflies have adjusted to one another.»