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youre_smashing2014-12-13 10:14 pm
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outside
"This place is beautiful..." murmurs Iris to herself as she wanders around the school gardens. The weather was a little unseasonable, but the snow was falling gently and settling everywhere. It looked magical.
She wanders around appreciating at how pretty it is, a little aimlessly but definitely taking everything in. Unusually, she doesn't seem perturbed by the cold and is walking around without anything resembling a coat or cold weather gear.
inside
Books were something she hadn't encountered ever. She knew about them, but never did she think that she'd actually have to use them. Coming from an age where most information was digitized and easily accessible, there was something innately frustrating yet calming about opening books, turning the pages and absorbing the information. Did the people of this age enjoy this past time?
At any rate, Iris may be enjoying the books a little much and a little too loudly, giggling and turning the pages so much that there was the sound of paper in the air. (How does one even do that? Iris can, apparently.)
"This place is beautiful..." murmurs Iris to herself as she wanders around the school gardens. The weather was a little unseasonable, but the snow was falling gently and settling everywhere. It looked magical.
She wanders around appreciating at how pretty it is, a little aimlessly but definitely taking everything in. Unusually, she doesn't seem perturbed by the cold and is walking around without anything resembling a coat or cold weather gear.
inside
Books were something she hadn't encountered ever. She knew about them, but never did she think that she'd actually have to use them. Coming from an age where most information was digitized and easily accessible, there was something innately frustrating yet calming about opening books, turning the pages and absorbing the information. Did the people of this age enjoy this past time?
At any rate, Iris may be enjoying the books a little much and a little too loudly, giggling and turning the pages so much that there was the sound of paper in the air. (How does one even do that? Iris can, apparently.)
outside
"RUSH, NO!" came the voice of a shorter brown haired boy, chasing after his mechanical companion before he tried to bowl the new girl over.
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"Hello, you're a support unit, aren't you?" And she looks up to his owner. "Yours?"
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"My name is Iris, it's a pleasure to meet you. Have we met before?"
Because for some reason, she can't help but feel like she's met him before. The resemblance to someone she knew was very uncanny...
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Zero had a passing familiarity with most of the robots at the school, he was reasonably certain of that. From the look of her, she seemed like an older model than the more streamlined designs of reploids from 22XX. This girl was definitely unfamiliar to him... right? But somehow, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen her somewhere before.
Thanks a lot, amnesia.
Eventually, after a stretch of (possibly uncomfortable) silence, he spoke up. "...You're new here." Not a question - an observation. All the same, there was an unspoken question: Do I know you?
look at what you did, i blame you for this
"Zero!"
But a second look gets her to stop. This doesn't look like the Zero she remembers and her smile turns into a from. Was this a model derived from Zero?
"You are Zero, right?"
I take responsibility
The Zero she knew was tall, proud, confident and caring, a brightly armoured protector in red and white armour. Despite his serious demeanor, there was a burning determination that shone through in his bright blue eyes that befit a Maverick Hunter.
In comparison, the man before him was no less stern, but there was a coldness to it. Those same eyes were a dark, dull grey now, and held little emotion beyond his confusion towards her.
So she did know him. Or at least, the old him. But Zero's guard was still up - even if she didn't seem like a threat, (he couldn't say for sure why he knew, but he did,) that could've meant anything. "Who are you?"