Post by alchefire on Oct 26, 2020 22:08:01 GMT -8
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Minim carelessly strode down the streets of the Life Sphere. The woman having unmerged a good distance away from the scene of the earlier battle. Floating beside her was her Biometal, Model B. His somewhat gruff voice the only thing Minim could hear as she walked down the quiet streets.
"All that time wasted on waiting for the right time to strike and we didn't even get any clues." Model B had a somewhat aggravated tone to his voice as he floated beside his partner.
"But we did learn some more about our supposed homeworld." Minim's own voice would softly call back. Her words carried a strangely bored tone. Almost as if she didn't quite care about the knowledge she received.
"Although it is rather frustrating that our best clue led to a dead end like this again." The human brushed her violet locks out of her face. But despite her words, she didn't quite feel as frustrated as she should. The woman suddenly coming to a stop as she looked down at her own hand for a brief moment. Model B floating in front of her before he began to speak again.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" It would sound rather rude to most other people, but Minim had gotten used to the Biometal's more brash way of speaking. Beneath that more tough exterior he'd grown to actually worry about her a small bit. Despite how much they fought.
"B, why are we bothering with this search?" She looked the metallic rock in his blank eyes. Her expression was... serious. "Does it even matter if we find out who we once were?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we're just pretending to want to find out."
Minim would then turn and look at her reflection in the mirror of a nearby shop. Her gaze focused on her own, verdant green eyes. Almost as if she'd find her answers in there.
"Our old memories don't matter. They never did. We're just chasing some hollow belief, expecting it to make us feel better."
"So you just want to give up on finding out?!" Model B seemed angry for a moment. But his voice seemed to calm down a bit as he continued.
"So what if it's hollow? It's all we got to live for right now."
"That's not true, and the both of us know it." Minim carefully moved her hand in front of her and began focusing. A small series of dark black data cubes forming in her palm as she strained for a few moments before the cloud suddenly dispersed.
"We both know what we really want." Minim's gaze turned to Model B as she continued. We want... no we NEED more power.
"If this hollow search won't give us happiness. Then our only choice is to get strong enough to take whatever makes us happy~" A playful tone seemed to dance across Minim's words as she said that last bit. The data they'd stolen from Lusmine, it was more than just records. She could feel a portion of his power inside of both herself and Model B. And that... more than anything... made her happy.
Minim carelessly strode down the streets of the Life Sphere. The woman having unmerged a good distance away from the scene of the earlier battle. Floating beside her was her Biometal, Model B. His somewhat gruff voice the only thing Minim could hear as she walked down the quiet streets.
"All that time wasted on waiting for the right time to strike and we didn't even get any clues." Model B had a somewhat aggravated tone to his voice as he floated beside his partner.
"But we did learn some more about our supposed homeworld." Minim's own voice would softly call back. Her words carried a strangely bored tone. Almost as if she didn't quite care about the knowledge she received.
"Although it is rather frustrating that our best clue led to a dead end like this again." The human brushed her violet locks out of her face. But despite her words, she didn't quite feel as frustrated as she should. The woman suddenly coming to a stop as she looked down at her own hand for a brief moment. Model B floating in front of her before he began to speak again.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" It would sound rather rude to most other people, but Minim had gotten used to the Biometal's more brash way of speaking. Beneath that more tough exterior he'd grown to actually worry about her a small bit. Despite how much they fought.
"B, why are we bothering with this search?" She looked the metallic rock in his blank eyes. Her expression was... serious. "Does it even matter if we find out who we once were?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we're just pretending to want to find out."
Minim would then turn and look at her reflection in the mirror of a nearby shop. Her gaze focused on her own, verdant green eyes. Almost as if she'd find her answers in there.
"Our old memories don't matter. They never did. We're just chasing some hollow belief, expecting it to make us feel better."
"So you just want to give up on finding out?!" Model B seemed angry for a moment. But his voice seemed to calm down a bit as he continued.
"So what if it's hollow? It's all we got to live for right now."
"That's not true, and the both of us know it." Minim carefully moved her hand in front of her and began focusing. A small series of dark black data cubes forming in her palm as she strained for a few moments before the cloud suddenly dispersed.
"We both know what we really want." Minim's gaze turned to Model B as she continued. We want... no we NEED more power.
"If this hollow search won't give us happiness. Then our only choice is to get strong enough to take whatever makes us happy~" A playful tone seemed to dance across Minim's words as she said that last bit. The data they'd stolen from Lusmine, it was more than just records. She could feel a portion of his power inside of both herself and Model B. And that... more than anything... made her happy.