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a. space
[ one moment, she is running through the once-esteemed halls of honnouji, and the next she is not.
there is a bit of a tip-off, of course. a sense of disorientation, a near fogginess permeates her thoughts. (it does not deserve its place; she concentrates, steels her focus, and just like that the haze is cut through.) a brief check of her surroundings is enough to show just how much has changed - fluorescent lighting. slick floors. holograms and other assorted gadgets (well within inumuta's domain, no doubt). and above all else, the reinforced viewport showing the endless expanse of space.
how interesting.
she holds her head high, not a trace of shame accompanying her nudity or manacled wrists as she turns on her heel, and strides to the nearest doorway. with or without clothing, armed or unarmed, on terra firma or off... none of that matters. these are petty obstacles and nothing more. she will continue, as she always has, towards her vision, after all, satsuki kiryuin has always done whatever was necessary to see her goals realized.
and there is nothing, on this earth or off, that satsuki kiryuin cannot do. ]
b. horror
[ she cuts through the thing in a single, graceful motion.
perhaps these things could have taken her by surprise on the first day. their appearance is certainly enough to merit hesitation - writhing masses, mouths and eyes and tongues where there should be none. but she has survived here for months, and at this point the small ones are little more than a mild nuisance. a single cut through what she knows to be their brain, a single step to avoid the gunk that spews forth afterward, and they are disposed of.
whoever is watching her, on the other hand... ]
Show yourself.
[ bakuzan remains unsheathed as she turns her gaze to the shadows. the message is perfecly clear to all who look upon her.
speak, or you will be next. ]
c. general
[ she is sipping her tea when she hears the knock at the door. it comes as no surprise, of course - she has been expecting this meeting for some time. nevertheless, it is a harsher end to the silence than she might have liked, and the corners of her lips tug softly downward.
she takes another sip, closing her eyes as the warm flavor passes through, and speaks only after she has finished. ]
You may enter.
[ even when phrased as permission, it still seems like a command. perhaps it's just something in her demeanor - her authoritarian tone, or her unquestioning nature.
the door finally opens. satsuki does not bother to look. ]
Well? Speak quickly, or hold your tongue.
[ one moment, she is running through the once-esteemed halls of honnouji, and the next she is not.
there is a bit of a tip-off, of course. a sense of disorientation, a near fogginess permeates her thoughts. (it does not deserve its place; she concentrates, steels her focus, and just like that the haze is cut through.) a brief check of her surroundings is enough to show just how much has changed - fluorescent lighting. slick floors. holograms and other assorted gadgets (well within inumuta's domain, no doubt). and above all else, the reinforced viewport showing the endless expanse of space.
how interesting.
she holds her head high, not a trace of shame accompanying her nudity or manacled wrists as she turns on her heel, and strides to the nearest doorway. with or without clothing, armed or unarmed, on terra firma or off... none of that matters. these are petty obstacles and nothing more. she will continue, as she always has, towards her vision, after all, satsuki kiryuin has always done whatever was necessary to see her goals realized.
and there is nothing, on this earth or off, that satsuki kiryuin cannot do. ]
b. horror
[ she cuts through the thing in a single, graceful motion.
perhaps these things could have taken her by surprise on the first day. their appearance is certainly enough to merit hesitation - writhing masses, mouths and eyes and tongues where there should be none. but she has survived here for months, and at this point the small ones are little more than a mild nuisance. a single cut through what she knows to be their brain, a single step to avoid the gunk that spews forth afterward, and they are disposed of.
whoever is watching her, on the other hand... ]
Show yourself.
[ bakuzan remains unsheathed as she turns her gaze to the shadows. the message is perfecly clear to all who look upon her.
speak, or you will be next. ]
c. general
[ she is sipping her tea when she hears the knock at the door. it comes as no surprise, of course - she has been expecting this meeting for some time. nevertheless, it is a harsher end to the silence than she might have liked, and the corners of her lips tug softly downward.
she takes another sip, closing her eyes as the warm flavor passes through, and speaks only after she has finished. ]
You may enter.
[ even when phrased as permission, it still seems like a command. perhaps it's just something in her demeanor - her authoritarian tone, or her unquestioning nature.
the door finally opens. satsuki does not bother to look. ]
Well? Speak quickly, or hold your tongue.
no because you've never finished the tag
... Ah. Yes, and no.
[That's a complicated question. Because all of the others in this place...
ARE ROBOTS!!!!!!!]
As it turns out, we're aboard a self-sufficient space station. We're the only humans here. The rest are robots who upkeep the station.
weeps softly
whatsatsuki's eyes narrow. a fully-automated, self-sufficient space station certainly could have its uses, and she doesn't doubt inumuta could make any necessary adjustments. but the burning question is still why they've been brought here. it doesn't seem like a whim of ragyo kiryuin's, but she certainly wouldn't put it past her... ]
And what purpose does it serve?
[ REVOCS-owned or not is the real question, of course. past that, any details are just that - spare details. ]
no subject
satsuki's reaction to absolute bullshit being "ah yes everything makes sense now" is so canon it hurtsAs for whether or not it's REVOCS-owned...]
Seems to mostly be, more or less, a docking station. But I haven't found any information tying it to REVOCS.
[Mostly because usually, their logo is stamped on everything and anything related to them.]
no subject
further evidence that she's literally perfect for dw rp, she fits in so many settings][ no information tying it to REVOCS, at least superficially... it's imperfect. it could very easily be a trap. but given proper precautions, this could be the unexpected windfall that will change the course of this uprising.
she takes a deep breath, exhales, and breathes again. there are so many questions that beg for answers here, and there is so little time to address each one of them. for now, she'll have to address the most pressing ones. ]
...food storage. [ and, realizing just how unhelpful that was- ] If this place once had human traffic, there must be food somewhere.
[ it's less pleasant to think about than she'd like to admit, but the uprising against life fibers would die in its infancy if they starved in this place. ]
no subject
...Ah, food?
[He hadn't even been thinking about it. But of course, Lady Satsuki would be hungry. Who knows how long she's gone without food...!]
Right.
[A few swipes on his phone later-]
Straight, and then left on the third door. It's the kitchen and store room.
[Does this mean... he's going to have to make food for Satsuki?
Dear God.]