intro: messin' around with a new muse

[irregularlight]

[A reploid with white armor drifts along the hallways, about a foot off the ground. His elbows rest in the palms of his hands, arms crossed over his chest. A miasma of bratty smugness clings around his shoulders, at the edges of his mouth in his coy smile, and in the arrogant way he holds his body as he moves- rigid and straight as a board. His

Comments

[rebel_elpis]

What did you want? A red carpet rolled before you?

[irregularlight]

[Scanning. Reploid, obviously, but of unusual type. Hm.]

I don't want anything. I'm just noting how tedious the surroundings are to look at.

[rebel_elpis]

It sounds more like you're just nitpicky.

[irregularlight]

I can't tolerate obviously poor planning and design. Perhaps it is the project director in me.

[the floating Reploid gives a small, indifferent shrug.]

[fightingfefnir]

[When Fefnir spots Lumine, his expression immediately sours. Sure, he's fully clothed and he doesn't have weird-ass tentacles shooting out of him and he's not glowing or yelling or whatever, but it's definitely Lumine.]

Oh, great. The damn tentacle freak again.

[irregularlight]

[A cold and haughty stare from the newgen is turned on the future son of X.]

I beg your pardon.

[fightingfefnir]

[Beg his pardon, huh? He should be begging him to not kick his ass again. But Fefnir will oblige. He cups his hands around his mouth and yells as loudly as only he would,]

TENTACLE. FREAK.

Everyone wants to fight! Wah! This is Lumi's sadface ascii: (/_;D

[irregularlight]

[Lumine crosses his arms over his chest, giving Fefnir an even more withering gaze. Are all the Reploids here completely retarded and belligerent? Fortunately, he's already disinterested in fighting them after the last one.]

If you're hoping to provoke me, it'll take much more than that.

[lolimine]

Ah! *Just a tiny, tiny surprised cry. This is the last Lumine expected by turning a corner! This one raises its hands over a wide-open mouth, standing very still on the ground.*

[irregularlight]

[Lumine's head turns sharp and crisp toward the side the second one approaches from, and his gold eye flashes as he focuses on the ... other. He quickly extends a full scan and 'handshake', finding him to be essentially intact to himself, though apparently... missing armor?

Lumine turns to face this strange doppleganger, and folds his arms across his chest in the familiar way, gripping at his elbows tightly.]

You must be the other. I've heard about you.

[lolimine]

... Would it be positive or negative?

*Feeling more than vulnerable, though it could be worse, Lumine supposes; at least the feathery angel costume isn't being worn... Though it's questionable if being naked is a good alternative.

Lumine mimics the gesture loosely, though this one's arms fold over its waist and it turns its head sideways a bit, as if the overhang can shield it.*

[irregularlight]

[Rather than answer that question, Lumine swoops forward, swift and sure, drawing up in mid-air a foot from the other. His eye flares with challenge.]

Where is your armor? And what is your function?