[second mission.]
Who: AU Aigis; OPEN, come and bug the 'bot ♥
What: Doing her routine function checks.
Where: The Storage Facility.
When: Morning; just before midday.
Aigis didn't actually sleep in a house as majority of the other residents did; she shut down at night, to conserve and restore power, and just stayed in the Storage Facility, where it was unlikely that she would be found or attacked before her systems could reboot. Thus, when she may have been spotted carrying part of a house kit -- what looked like a wall or two -- despite that it would have seemed she was building a house, she had an entirely different motive in mind.
It became slightly clearer when she propped the two walls up against the side of a tree on the outskirts of the forest, let the metal caps flick off the tips of her fingers, and stood back with her arms and three middle fingers outstretched towards the center of the boards.
"Running system status checks," she declared mechanically, and her hands began to spin rapidly. "Analysing weaponry function."
She fired six bullets unflinchingly, and lo and behold, they all hit the upright plank dead-center.
Unfortunately, she seemed to have momentarily forgotten the nearby residents, and the panic that the sound of rapid gunfire could create in an unknown, unpredictable environment.
What: Doing her routine function checks.
Where: The Storage Facility.
When: Morning; just before midday.
Aigis didn't actually sleep in a house as majority of the other residents did; she shut down at night, to conserve and restore power, and just stayed in the Storage Facility, where it was unlikely that she would be found or attacked before her systems could reboot. Thus, when she may have been spotted carrying part of a house kit -- what looked like a wall or two -- despite that it would have seemed she was building a house, she had an entirely different motive in mind.
It became slightly clearer when she propped the two walls up against the side of a tree on the outskirts of the forest, let the metal caps flick off the tips of her fingers, and stood back with her arms and three middle fingers outstretched towards the center of the boards.
"Running system status checks," she declared mechanically, and her hands began to spin rapidly. "Analysing weaponry function."
She fired six bullets unflinchingly, and lo and behold, they all hit the upright plank dead-center.
Unfortunately, she seemed to have momentarily forgotten the nearby residents, and the panic that the sound of rapid gunfire could create in an unknown, unpredictable environment.