Third Eden - Droned/Forward dated to Thursday

[birthclod]

[Good news and bad news. The good news is that the milk delivered to 502 Ricardo St. had nothing inside it. Clod is both physically and mentally healthy. The bad news? The milk was split into two with Pokey so that both of them would suffer the effects

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A! Stab away!

[pants_yourmove]

[[He's a little wary of those who are reacting to the Milk.

Though seeing the girl, he assumes she is hallucinating. Just smiling and waving as she passes.

Then the pain.

Putting his hand to his side, it feels wet. Looking at his hand... is that blood!?]]

I don't do this out of pleasure, just so you know!

[birthclod]

[She doesn't pay any regard for the fact that she just stabbed the guy. Clod is somehow completely oblivious to that.

Instead, she continues the conversation as if it was the most normal thing ever.]

It's such a nice day today, isn't it, mister?

That's why I'm out here just skipping some rope. How are you doing?

I play Black Mage Evilwizardington, don't worry about being horrible.

[pants_yourmove]

I'm... bleeding...

[[He's going to back up from her slowly. Looking around, he needs to find a place to hide so he can "fix" that.

Also, wants her to stay back.]]

I mean... hi. Umm... did you know some people have play sets in their back yard?

[[Aaron has the best distraction plans, obviously.]]

Oh, pffft. Yeah, I... can't beat that. With her anyway.

[birthclod]

[A genuine sparkle of wonderment twinkles in Clod's eyes. Drone!Clod seems to like play sets as should most other normal girls.

Slowly, she approaches Aaron.]

I do! Caroline from school has one too.

But my mom says if I want one, I gotta really do a lot more chores around the house. Yep. Do you have one too, mister?

[Knife in hand, Clod is ready to strike again.]

[Action - A]

[flameyedhunter]

[ Shana tumbles when stabbed, but... the blade does not pierce the Yogasa, the armored cloak that she wears, a treasure tool. Regardless, she wasn't expecting a drone-shanking, and rises slowly, staring at the little girl with fire blazing in her eyes, hair turning red and starting to shed cinders. ]

What do you think you're doing?

[birthclod]

It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

[Shana is shown an innocent and relatively cutesy smile, something that the real Clod would never show to anybody. Regardless, she continues the conversation paying absolutely no heed to her murder attempt.]

Why, I'm just out here skipping rope. My mom says I could go out to play for a little while, but I gotta get back inside to do my chores.

I wish I were older. Like you, miss.

[Instinctively, seeing how that doesn't work and Clod isn't the tallest person, she crouches down and aims for the knees with her knife.]

[flameyedhunter]

[ THe knife is parried by a no-dachi which blazes with flames down the entire length. Held in one hand, Shana tries to force Clod's blade back, and will go for a left-handed stomach punch to try to settle the little girl down. ]

[birthclod]

[A kitchen knife could never match up to a flaming sword. Clod's weapon is easily pushed back and the punch succeeds. The little girl falls down. Her body is surprisingly fragile for an attacker.]

You hit me!

That's not fair, not fair at all! You gotta play nice!

A

[fearcutsdeeper]

[Arya half turns at the sound of the greeting, wondering why this little girl is talking to her... and senses the blade coming towards her right at the last split-second. She jumps back, not quite in time -- it still manages to slice open her side -- and yanks her sword quickly from her belt, eyes widening in anger.]

What are you doing?

[birthclod]

I'm playing, miss! But my mom says that I have to come in real soon to finish my chores.

Can't be late for my chores.

[Clod continues waving around her knife at Arya. Her words don't quite match with her actions. She definitely isn't acknowledging what she's doing at the moment because little girls, for whatever purpose, wouldn't murder in an ideal society.

No, she's not the one killing you, Arya. You're just in the way of her knife.]

[fearcutsdeeper]

You're not yourself. You're... what do they call it. Droned.

[...Well, Arya doesn't come from an ideal society, then. Not that she'd want to kill this girl. She doesn't kill little girls. Right now, she's only moving in self-defense, blocking Clod's knife strikes.]

[birthclod]

["Droned". In a drone's vocabulary, the word doesn't even exist. The stabbing motions persist. Clod is quite amateurish and in a real fight, she wouldn't be able to land a single hit on a seasoned swordswoman.

However, the girl will persistently try until Arya is dead. She has all the time and energy she could ever need.]

Teacher tells me I should always appreciate who I am. And study hard. And do my chores. And drink my milk.

Then one day, I can be as pretty as you one day, miss.

[godisachild]

[Pokey wouldn't say he exactly knows Clod, but from what he does know? He knows that this kind of behavior is weird. Slowly, he'll approach the girl.]

.....Clod?

[birthclod]

Hi there, Pokey!

[Clod beams at the boy. She smiles, but she never beamed before.]

[godisachild]

[She got droned? But why? They drank the milk, for god's sake. This shouldn't be happening.]

....Hi Clod.

You've....been in here all day?

[birthclod]

No, silly. Mom said I could play outside before I had to come back home for chores.

I met lots of really nice people. They let me borrow a lot of these nifty toys!

[Mugged is more like it with a few counts of trespassing. The girl plays away as if absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened... aside from being allowed to 'borrow' some of these.]

A

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger pauses at the feel of something whizzing past him, bat resting over his shoulder. It's that one strange girl who came to visit him and Pokey on that-day-that-must-not-be-mentioned. Oddly, he thinks he knows her name.]

You're Clod?

[birthclod]

Yep! And you're Slugger, my big brother's friend.

How are you doing today?

[The knife withdraws itself for the time being, but it'll come back regardless of whether the boy is carrying a bat.]

[strike_you_out]

[That look in her eyes... It's the same look Luke had yesterday and Edward the day before while they were under a murderous spell. It is not how he remembers her from his memories as a drone. He wonders then if she's attacked anyone yet, specifically, her "big brother".]

Swell. [spoken aridly] How's Pokey?

[birthclod]

Swell!

We drank our milk and ran off to play. Dunno where he is, though. Sorry!

[Slugger appears to be on guard. If he could just turn around once, that's all the opportunity Clod thinks she'll need.