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Agony. [Friday April 25th, 2008 1:00am] She whimpered in agony, pleading for her wounds to heal. Her own flesh would have loved to listen, but it hadn’t the ears or ability to do so. Aijelle had never succumbed to such pain, not as she did this night. The pain was minuscule, but her heart made it strong and ever-present. On top of losing Shark, she had to lose her homeland as well. Her home may have as well been her very skin. At least she acknowledged consciously how she felt about her skin. The silent Joku watched, noting primarily her instability. He turned a blind eye to her as the updates on her reconstructed body came through. He would be relieving her of her present body very soon. He regretted not what he’d done to her; Shark was after all a very important figure. Joku was positive that ownership over Aijelle was what brought about his demise, it had to be, and her suffering was justified in his eyes. At this point, neither of the two truly knew what had led to his assassination, even, his execution. Shark Blue’s homeland wouldn’t have been shocked. Phrance however, only time would tell how the masses would react. Aijelle wondered if she would ever come to know of their consensus. I’m A Robot

Naming Aijelle [Friday September 28th, 2007 12:27pm] [ music | Mankind Is Obsolete ] Dilemma mused, “You must have paid him vastly to let me attend an academy elsewhere.” “Or one at all.” Shark replied tersely. He laid back, resting against his seat in the two person cabin. Shark couldn’t help but feel an attachment to the enhanced sitting next to him. He blamed the sentiment on guilt, which was wholly correct. She had, after all, been the only person he’d shot without the possibility of being killed himself. He thought back to the date of his father’s death, imaging that he might have been executed as Dilemma should have been. Dilemma detected him sighing softly, then shrugged and closed her eyes. Her hearing was keen, and there was little doubt that he was purposely making his temperament known to her. “I’m renaming you.” Shark said quietly. “I don’t like the name you were given.” “Dilemma, a situation requiring a choice between equally undesirable alternatives.” Analyzed she, “It was a sign of the times, I suppose.” Shark shook his head as he spoke, “Satie didn’t think of you as a dilemma. That word has nothing to do with you.” He watched Dilemma, ready for a reaction. “You’ll be an Aijelle.” Dilemma thought for a bit. “Named after knives?” She cocked her head to the window. “No.” I’m A Robot

Let Mercy Come And Wash Away [Sunday April 8th, 2007 5:47am] [ mood | artistic ] [ music | "What I've Done" - Linkin Park ]     And so it came to be that Lantis got a hold of the long sought after piece of ribbon. Joku had paid a great sum of money for it. For what reason, neither he or Aije would ever know. It was sent to Lantis so that Aije would finally possess something of Shark’s. Traditionally this was a privilege granted to the killer of such a man, but Aije held Shark’s memory in a different segment of her mind than a killer would.     Joku might have been making an opinion clearer by placing the blame of Shark’s death on Aije by bestowing this gift unto her, but his intention mattered not, only the way she would receive it.     She was once again sitting on her bed staring at the doorway but watching all other things. She gracefully turned her cheek to Lantis as he took up this space. Her collar bones stood well defined with her neck twisted this way, it was quite artful but in no way welcoming.     Lantis, now accustomed to her coolness, made his way into the room. He sat next to her and grasped her shoulder. She was small enough in comparison to him that it only took his palm to cover it but there was no way that he could ever break her. His strength did not waver.     She spoke in a hushed manner,     “Joku sent you something today; I presume it concerns me. What is it?”     “It’s something he bought for you, don’t ask me how though." I’m A Robot

Not Again. [Friday December 15th, 2006 9:03am] Aijelle held her palms against her eyelids and stretched backwards over the chair. She filled her lungs with air that failed to suffice. “I would very much like it to see you in person to give you the news.” Queenie said, sitting now in Aije’s mind. She cocked her head to one side and smiled. Her hair was adorned with beads that made it heavy and fall in straight lines around her face. The beads clicked as she caSEDRGFSDTREY As she spoke and straightened her neck the characteristic enthusiasm in her voice dissipated. “I have my messengers but this is much too intricate in the detail of emotions to speak through another vessel. I must say it. I must see you react before me.” Queenie leaned forward slowly. “Darling girl, you have ten days in my time to meet with me.” I’m A Robot

The Tube [Tuesday November 21st, 2006 8:46am] [ mood | contemplative ] Tripit leaped over the back of the couch, being opportunely agile, and landed on her side. Her long limbs created a graceful illusion for her. She hit the cushions without a flinch or a wince, yawning even. She reached out across the coffee table for the television remote and was caught off guard by the television powering on by itself. Propped on her elbow, she looked back over the top of the couch. She spotted Aije seated on a stool at the kitchen counter peeling an orange. Aije didn’t look over at Tripit but her raised eyebrows were meant to tell Tripit to speak up. Being only the top of a head and a pair of eyes floating over the backrest of the couch, Tripit had little to say. She slipped out of sight from where Aije sat, and was yet out of sight. She reached again for the remote. “Why do you insist on using that?” Tripit rolled her eyes in response to the voice in the back of the room. “It’s quite a redundant object isn’t it?” “Only if ya' have the technology to do it yourself.” Tripit sighed and changed the channel (with the remote). “So then it’s needless for dolls to use it also?” “You know what I’m saying.” Aije looked up from her orange and at the clock. She licked her teeth and shook her head. “You could be the remote if you wanted to.” I’m A Robot

Back To Life [Wednesday November 8th, 2006 8:49am] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | "In Her Eyes" - Josh Groban ] Queenie motioned to the left of Aijelle and curled her chromed nails into her palm. The mechanical snake that convoluted and unwrapped itself around Queenie’s ankles slipped out from her skirts and zigzagged towards one of the columns of the room. Aije turned her head and watched its scaly silver body wind up the pillar. From behind it, an enhanced stepped around. Male. Tall. Shark. Aijelle registered him in bits. Her skin tingled instants before she had to restrain her body from trembling. He was Shark. There wasn’t a doubt in the shorter blonde hair or the smug look on his face. He raised an empty glass in his hand to her and bowed. On Phrance empty glasses were stored away in the average dwelling of a soldier in hopes that they would be used to toast a future leader one day. To toast someone was of the highest honors for the toastee and for the toaster. To Aije, it was anything but. “I want you to meet,” Queenie annunciated, “Lace Shark.” Aijelle didn’t look away from him; her handicap of having her cameras removed before meeting with Queenie left her seeming impolite. “He’s your Elite.” He stood up. Aije repeated the word ‘Elite’ while looking at “Lace’s” face. “-Or first of a few.” Queenie amended. “I’m intent on sending you to Calose as my representative.” I’m A Robot

Suza Getrum [Tuesday October 17th, 2006 12:52pm] [ mood | cranky ] [ music | "Anywhere" - Garnet Crow ] There she lay on the fencing auditorium floor. Suza Getrum, a perfectly normal looking enhanced with gleaming silver armor plates on the outside of her arms and shoulders, classic modifications. She was thrown onto her back with blood pooled around her in a butterfly shaped splatter. Queenie stalked around the enhanced in a circle and a half. Her skirts dragged behind her but never wandered into the range of the puddle. She looked into the enhanced’s face and followed its gaze to the glass ceiling. She stood there looking up for a second or two and looked back down. The enhanced had not moved in the instant she looked away. ”I don’t want to get rid of Aaron Genro.” She said, lifting a curled set of fingers to her chin and resting her elbow in her other hand. Queenie’s eyebrows twitched an instant but she never frowned. Shark was in the auditorium near the entrance watching her. His hands were in his pockets and he sucked the inside of his cheek. ”Blue, go and tell him he’s not going to be an instructor in the academy anymore. Make sure to remind him that he doesn’t have the choice of going to Hatray, either.” ”Not an issue. What of the cleanup?” He made a pop-sound on the P in cleanup. This was cause for Queenie to frown. She stared at him. I’m A Robot

Calose Hearts [Tuesday October 3rd, 2006 5:15am] [ mood | tired ] The two sat for some time in the main room where Jaroam used to have enhanceds play out future and favorite matches. Often he would pair up Mirror Androids to transform their flesh and produce familiar faces from Phrance. Since Jaroam had the legal clearance he once or twice had an Aaron Genro and Blue Shark fight there; a fight that would have proved long had it really occurred. Shark won every time his face was reborn. There were no Mirror Androids that day, and only one or two earrings rolling on the floor. Galroad couldn’t take his eyes off the singular hoop that flew into the wall when he kicked it. He meant for it to strike Aije. His eyes were cast down onto it and he was sick with remembrance of his brother. By the hoop, Aije was with her hands were folded on top of her drawn knees. She stared at the glass ceiling, at the stars in permanent rigor mortis. Neither of them looked at the other, with eyes or with cameras. Aije was anything but ashamed, yet, her location imposed a respectful silence upon her. She knew nothing about the man who Galroad referred to as his kin but the sharpness of his katana. I’m A Robot

[Thursday August 24th, 2006 5:47am] The wind rushed in and blew Aaron’s hair away from his face. He turned towards the open window and began tying a bun on the top of his head. Aije sat on the couch and waited. She yawned and adjusted her belt; one borrowed from Tripit with a rainbow color pattern going all the way around. She had unhooked her holster and placed the gun and all on the coffee table as soon as she walked in, but wasn’t going to leave the gun on its own. Aaron stood still, crossed and uncrossed his arms to pull his hair out of the bun and into a plain ponytail. I’m A Robot

Hijacked [Thursday August 24th, 2006 5:06am] Lantis stepped into the room half expecting to find Aije with her head stuck out a window pointing at some stray animal on the sidewalk. Her voice had slithered under both their doors and all he could make out was his own name until he was in the room with her. Aije was propped on her knees close to the far wall from her bed, just next to where she left her various firearms, with hands searching the floor sporadically. “Lantis, I’d appreciate it if you got over here.” She said with no sound of interest. Her wide eyes defied the air of frustration she spilled into the room. “Right…” Her host hesitated. “What is it?” The enhanced’s fingers bumped and rushed up the wall next to her. Her cheeks puffed up a bit as she blew out cold air, almost in a whistle. “Dammit, Lantis, I do hope that you’ve at least heard me.” She said. “I can’t hear you if you’re there…” “Sarcasm?” He felt the trickle of fear make down into his stomach. “He’s not here.” Aije continued tracing her hands along the wall. “Useless.” her voice, angled towards it, scratched at the paint with airy nails. “I’m going to miss this like hell when I get out…” ”Miss this?” Lantis murmured as he stepped closer to her. “What are you saying?” Luckily Aije could sense the floor vibrate under Lantis’ feet. An instant ‘Thank You’ flashed in Aije’s mind to an unknown cheap carpenter for an instant. She reached out and Lantis took her by the wrist and pulled her up. ”Lantis! I’ve been- I’m being hijacked. I can only feel, see? See?” She squeezed his hand. “I’m being shown Phrance... I know it isn’t real because I’m-” Aije’s voice changed from a steely observation to a whimper. “I’m standing in front of Shark.” Aije’s other hand on his cheek gave Lantis a chill. ”You’re beautiful even if you are just a flash movie.” She smiled at Lantis, not seeing his frown or his messy brown hair, but what used to be Blue Shark. Aije shut her eyes and retracted her claws. ”Get me out of here.” I’m A Robot

May the ocean stay... Blue. [Friday August 11th, 2006 12:14am] Shark took her by the shoulders and let go. He placed his hands on her arms instead. Aije didn’t react much but look at him. He leaned to face her with his breath unsteady and skin warm. His teeth even chattered twice before he clenched his jaw. Shark was close enough that Aije could have noticed the chatters without having her ears enhanced. “If you learn one thing from me.” Shark paused, eyes searching for something in hers’. He didn’t find it. He repeated himself. Aije frowned. She’d learned much from Shark in her years. She was certain that he knew as much. Shark was being dramatic, Aije thought. He was putting emphasis on something yet to be said. Yet, Aije was impatient so she sent her camera in the direction from whence he came. Someone had caused him to act in this way. Someone must still be there. She had lost focus of him completely and he shook her for it. “Don’t make enemies.” He said. “Don’t make enemies, Missette” They stood there for some time looking at each other. Both were silent; Shark with his back aching and Aije with her lack of expression. From a screen nearby blue light was cast into the hall. Shark’s color was drenched over everything as he was in sweat. He pulled close to Aije and embraced her. He was practically at his knees with his chin on her shoulder. The embrace was tight and Aije hadn’t the chance or idea to stiffen. She closed her eyes and held fast to him. If Aije had given anything back to him for all those years of attention then it was this singular hug. Shark had always complained about displays of affection. Truthfully, he missed them. A curl of his ponytail brushed Aije’s cheek. To Aije, Shark’s hair smelled human. He felt human to her. Aije couldn’t find the other person in the apartment. I’m A Robot

Intro to Part 3 [Thursday May 11th, 2006 12:06am] [ mood | tired ] There were many secrets born and expired on Calose. Aije used to irritate her wounds at night when she was alone. She would press on the bandages and cause them to bruise, throb, and bleed worse. Any other enhanced would have shut off certain nerves around the injuries and moved on with their lives. Aije was preparing herself for the next time she’d be beaten down. She used to fear pain, those days. Then she got shot. Galroad lost a father without ever having one and gained a sister which caused anyone’s clue about a family portrait to be adulterated. He played videos in his head of his favorite ways to kill Aije. A special folder was saved in his head for “Creative Assassinations”. His was a common breed: vindictive and even obsessed. No one ever found the love. Lantis used to be able to save the world. He was quick to take a fighting stance back then. He’d be ready when he was eating, working, talking, sleeping; oftentimes he was wary in the men’s room. Now he’s left alone to walk the sandy landscapes of Calorrior in search of one he thought he knew. Aaron Genro, our king in arms, used to be most unfailing of soldiers. He almost killed his queen. He, accompanied now by the greatest of Queenie’s casualties. I’m A Robot

Appetizers. [Wednesday May 10th, 2006 10:58pm] [ mood | calm ] [ music | "The One I Love" - The Rasmus ] Aije adjusted the Oakley’s so they sat low on the bridge of her nose. She moved them a few times during their sitting; she wasn’t used to having something sitting on her nose that way. Their waiter brought the sampler platter and nervously smiled at Aije in the sunglasses. She stared at the appetizers. “It’s all good stuff, you should try some.” Lantis reached and popped a whole mozzarella stick in his mouth. While chewing he made a relatively coherent sentence around the food, “The cheese gets all stringy if you try to bite only a little bit off.” “Do you know you speak in such a way that you can be misunderstood easily?” Aije noted offhandedly. She rested against the backrest of her booth seat. “Is all of America like this?” Lantis shook his head. “Not really.” He swallowed. “Most snobs speak like you do, though.” “Snobs really?” Aije knew well enough that Phrance did crawl with them. She wasn’t sure yet if she too had their unbecoming traits. Lantis wasn’t sure if Aije was offended or amused. “But not to be better understood, Missette.” He said with a tinge of regret. “They do it to show off how intelligent they are.” Sounds like your generic Academy student. Aije mused privately. She felt odd hearing her first name spoken out loud. Despite the chill going up her spine she nodded, “So they’re dumb?” “Some.”, said the other with a shrug. He took a sip of his Coke. “How long do you think you can go without eating?” “However long my shots last me.” She pulled her bag across the booth seat and reached inside. “I’ve got enough for…” Lantis could hear the sides of the bag hiss around her hands. She didn’t have much. Disappointment was evident on her face. “A week.” I’m A Robot

Oh sleepy. [Thursday February 9th, 2006 7:57pm] [ mood | Bored ] [ music | "Rock Me Amadeus" - Megaherz ] Aije spent the night with her face covered carefully by her sheets. No one was supposed to walk in on her but under the current circumstances she was not about to be humiliated by having to explain the huge gash on her cheek. It was hot but being uncomfortable wasn't a huge price to pay for dignity. That same night Lantis kept close watch of enhanced entering the state. He had contacts in other counties that every hour or so would give an update on who's new. Aije met someone and Lantis was intent on discovering their identity and motives. By no surprise was Lantis the very protective sort. Tripit thought it was cute, Sennia depended on it, and the rest just knew it. He was the perfect big brother, even suitable for Aije who had no interest in a body guard. The morning came and so did a knock on the door. Who else but Tripit would knock? Aije sat up in her bed and groaned rather loudly in the direction of the door. She held her hand to her face to cover the bandages and barked for Tripit to enter. "Want some tea?" The 'dreaded' one asked. "You want some what?" Aije grumbled in return. "Tea, ya' make it with leaves… and water." "Do whatever you want." With that Aije fell back into her sleeping position. I’m A Robot

L & B [Sunday January 22nd, 2006 2:30am] [ mood | gloomy ] [ music | "Move In My Direction (Special unreleased Bonus Club Track)" - Bananarama ] The pixels on Barmelotholemeu's wall were set to white this time. There was one figure in the room. He was leaning against the wall with a look on his face as if he were counting the seconds passing eternally into the nothing. His hair was growing out in waves, a surprise to him as much as it was for Lantis who had just stepped in. Both men exchanged acknowledging looks but said nothing. Barmelotholemeu left his wall and gestured for Lantis to take a seat on the floor since there was no furniture left in the room. He had it removed for the day. Lantis was wise not to question the arrangement; he assumed that he wouldn't understand the reason behind it. Lantis sat with one leg bent over the other and clutched his shin. He slouched whilst Barmelotholemeu took his time in dropping to an Indian style sitting position facing him. He was visibly in no hurry and watched the thinner man intently. He waited for Lantis to get in the first word. Instead he held out a metal strip with a lengthy number raised on it. "I found this code in the floor" He stated. "It's a video clip from one of Aije's collections…" Barmelotholemeu looked at the number and saved it somewhere in his head. Automatic organization wasn't a big deal for him so he set it off in his OS settings. "I'll look it up later." He said. "It's new?" Lantis shook his head, eyes planted on his ankle. "Definitely not." "Then I've seen it. What's in it?" "It has Lace, Aije, you, and me." He paused.………………………………I'm too tired to write more. I'll pick this up tomorrow. I’m A Robot

Miss White, a description in the works for Flimr. [Friday January 20th, 2006 10:34pm] [ mood | cranky ] [ music | "Diary Of A Madman" - Ozzy Osbourne ] Miss White was literally an ice statue woman. She moved somehow breaking past her restrictions as a frozen creature. Her ice flesh melted in the places that moved like muscles and she had a grace about her that was refined to the maximum. Movement for her should have been awkward; it was anything but. She was beautiful in her clear existence. Her voice was sharp as a fork hitting a glass and her words were annunciated flawlessly. No one in the audience misunderstood the lyrics of her songs for a moment. When on stage the audience as a whole was mesmerized by this glassy, icy thing. She's made of ice, somehow- don't ask- it's all part of Flimr. I don't know if I should leave her properties vague or add on to them. Input, please? I’m A Robot

The Lioness Is Dangerous. [Wednesday January 18th, 2006 10:38pm] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | "Tainted Love" - Atrocity ] There was a breeze the night Aije felt confident enough to look under her bandages. She sat on the railing of the apartment balcony and slowly peeled the gauze and tape from her cheek. The free moving air felt strange against her skin. She paused before sending her camera flying in front of her face. Her right eye showed an inverted reflection of a flawless powder face. With a deep sigh she went into her registry and set her skin to fill itself in metal when broken, her default setting. She figured that a scar anywhere but her face would be acceptable. Aijelle was doing anything to deny self consciousness and convinced herself that to have a metal scar on her face would make her look too much like Lioness. She tossed the old bandage into the wind and started to signal search awhile only to find countless numbers of wireless home networks from other apartments in the building. No Aaron Genro yet. Had they both been Dolls chances were that they'd never see each other again. Luckily they were human and a half. A great depression came over her and she slid off the railing to set her feet on the tile with hands held tight to the rail top besides her. She wanted nothing now but to pick up on the offer Aaron gave her. After training with him she'd head straight to Bellum's to exact her revenge. Her pride was shot since Bellum sent Syphe to attack her and cause those nasty wounds she spent so much work on healing naturally. Aije brushed her cheek with her fingers, reflecting on the event. Someone slid the door to the apartment open and she focused in with her camera, feeling too down to lift her head. Sennia walked out onto the balcony and nodded to Aije. She closed the door with one hand smoothly and moved next to Aije to lean on the rails, her back arched for comfort. She wore a flannel pajama set. Its print consisted of poodles and Volkswagen Beatles on a navy blue background. Her hair bounced in thick white blond coils from a high-placed pony tail. In Aije's opinion she adapted to Doll life too well. Sennia licked her lips and looked down at the streets below. "It's pretty chilly with this wind." She said. "Yes." said Aije in return. "Not like we need to get used to it, though." She folded her arms and turned her head to Sennia. "We can just make our bodies burn more calories faster to make us warmer, can't we?" Sennia nodded. "Sure we can, but that means we'd have to eat more." "We could shoot up some calories. I brought cases of those nutr-" "You won't find him, you know." Sennia declared, icicles dangling off her words. "Excuse me?" Aije quarter turned to the other enhanced. Her gut felt as if someone had stuffed her with pigeon feathers. "He won't recognize you without blood stains all over your clothes." The blonde pushed off from the rails and stood to her full height, a good sum of inches above Aijelle's head. "Not to mention with skin still on your cheek." I’m A Robot

Talking... fun... [Tuesday January 17th, 2006 7:18pm] [ mood | annoyed ] [ music | "Demasiado" - Pablo Portillo ] "There she goes again." Tripit pointed with her lazy index finger at the sidewalk outside of Virgin. She reclined further back in the passenger seat so Lantis could see past her and opened the window. "Aije, you don't need to buy CD's. We'll just pirate th-" Lantis covered her mouth. With one hand on the wheel he came to a stop as Aije approached. "The quality is better on CD's though." Aije beamed. "Get in." Lantis offered. "You shouldn't have to walk home." Tripit giggled as Lantis moved his hand away and onto the wheel. She reached back and pushed to button next to the sliding door to open it for Aije. Aije ducked her head and sat in the middle of the back seat. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the shoulders of the other's seats. They re-entered traffic in an awkward silence. "I remember most walked on Phrance." Aije stated with a hint of nostalgia in her voice. "No cars?" Tripit shortly asked. "A few; I was only in one once." Aije reached to the dash and grabbed one of the iPods to connect it to the car stereo. "I drove it well." "You were programmed to drive?" Lantis interrupted Tripit as she produced one singular syllable. He nodded to her in apology. "So it seems." Aije sighed. "I'm programmed for a lot of things… although it's better to learn them. Don't ask me why or who paid for the software, I'm yet unable to access the files that say who made or sent for me." I’m A Robot

Hello, hello, good to be back. [Sunday January 15th, 2006 2:27am] [ mood | bored ] [ music | "Hello (Good To Be Back)" - Scooter ] He picked her up off the couch with hesitation. She was so soft; not a skeletal, skin on bones creature and she felt warm against him. Lantis had never laid a finger on Aijelle and with good reason. When they'd met he held out his hand to shake hers but she instead produced a small handgun from her belt and placed it into his. She thought he wanted her unarmed. He had politely laughed and gave it back to her explaining her mistake. There was another time when Tripit had patted her on the back and she'd dropped down and squarely swept Tripit off her feet. This was a feat in itself, since Tripit was known for her fast stepping on a DDR machine. Aijelle then pounced on top of her barking, "The child wants a fight?" quite a few times. Tripit was laughing for hours, partly out of nervousness and honest amusement. Aije spent the rest of the day with a pouty look on her face. It was a new concept to Lantis that the enhanced he was harboring could seem such a normal, fragile girl. There she was in his arms, Missette Aijelle of Phrench fame packaged into an almost standard girl. He couldn't believe the thoughts he was entertaining about having a relationship with her he'd have with any doll in America. I’m A Robot

Shot through the heart, and you're too late. [Saturday January 14th, 2006 10:10pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | "Isis and Osiris" - Ayreon ] "Just bleed all of your memories away, little Aijelle." She said victoriously standing over her clone's body. "I carry them within me; you need not worry anymore!" Aijelle, actively pretending to be Miss, bent over Miss's body, which all the others thought was her, still holding the javelin Bo staff that stuck through her torso. Her lips brushed the clone's ear. "Honestly child, I'm sorry I had to use you this way." She whispered so low that even Aijelle herself couldn't hear. So that other enhanced's could never realize their error in calling Missette Aijelle the shortened name of her copy she made sure to make the registration on her second operating system public instead of her first on both their bodies. Both women came up as Barmelotholemeu. Aijelle never switched her public ID back to her own after leaving Callorrior so she applied Barmelotholemeu on Miss to confuse. Technically both were hers since they were legit; one on either OS. The truth behind the name, Aijelle was troubled to admit. She stood to full height as she watched Miss cough out her final mouthfuls of blood. Lace approached her slowly; he bent down to one knee when close. Aijelle repressed the urge to order him to bow in the Phrench manner instead, but knew not to blow her cover. He raised his head and let her gaze upon his sheet white face. In turn Aijelle turned her face way, as she had seen Miss do in the week before. Miss preferred much more than Aijelle to watch others with her right, camera feed receiving, rather than her organic left eye. Galroad came behind Lace, his arms folded. "You've actually beat my sister." He managed to say this more gleefully than he did surprised. Aijelle almost choked at the fact that he admitted to their relation. She snickered instead. It seemed that the only time when he could acknowledge something shameful was when the party involved was long gone. If only he knew he was still speaking to her. "Sure have." She nodded slowly and sighed. "Something wrong?" Galroad asked as he walked around the kneeling form of Lace. He came uncomfortably close to Aijelle, most likely to inspect her authenticity. "You've got no reason to look bored. You've just killed a queen." "That's exactly it, brother." Clone or not, she was his sister. I’m A Robot

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