[His eyes light up a bit at that. Azure Kite doesn't like being told what to do, unless it's Aura giving the orders. Whether or not it's a good idea doesn't seem to be much of a factor (plus he'd have to admit he's actually capable of getting sick).]
..........
[The AI stubbornly remains seated, staring straight up at Thunderland.]
[Glares down. Ah, such troublesome-- probably doesn't even have clothing. Ah, right, right. Clothing first then, ah, all his stuff is soaked as well. Item shops for--
Wanders out back into the rain. He's not through with Kite.]
[And little bit later he has run back with clothes folded and underneath his clothes -- umbrella jacket still in play. So much mourning of the cold and rain.
Shaking off his jacket as he returns to storming over to reach into his shirt to toss clothes at Kite.]
[When Thunderland gets back, Kite has returned to burying his face in his knees. He looks up again--what was he back so soon for? Then again, this was a public area and the only way out...
And suddenly there are clothes being thrown at his face.]
Nnh-! Haaa! [The AI is caught unprepared and flails for a moment before pulling a shirt off his face. He finally stands, growling quietly... only then he realizes this player just got new clothes for him for no reason.
[Place to change, place to change. Pneumonia and other such ailments might be possible as nice as it would be to research them; he'd rather not catch them. Mutter, mutter, and wander about the area to find a place to change his own clothes.]
[He continues to give the doctor a blank stare for awhile longer--he knows what he means, just not why. The AI isn't exactly used to kindness from strangers, what with the whole framed-as-an-Internet-serial-killer deal that went down.
He stands there awkwardly, then turns around and just starts changing at the back of the room for lack of a better spot. No, he doesn't care who warps in and sees him in his underwear, he wasn't programmed to know any better care about that.
More noticeable, however, would be the hundreds of thick stitches sewn into the boy's body. He's covered in them from head to toe, criss crossing over his chest and back and encircling entire limbs as if they had been removed and reattached several times. His pale complexion is also more obvious sans-clothing, his tone practically gray and contrasted by the red rims around his eyes. There's a large triangular scar on his chest, still coloured a faint and unnatural-looking red. The stitches encircling his neck might also seem a little suspicious
( ... )
[Thunderland continued to make soft clicking noises with his tongue. More thoughtful than anything else. Sorting his thoughts out into sentences rather than streams of consciousness that seemingly made little sense. His clothes were shaken each time he took an article off. Twisted to get the rain water out of them -- he paused for a moment as he decided to set his wooden scythe up against the wall, trying to brace it so that he could set his clothes on top of it to dry
( ... )
[He was halfway done fastening his jacket on when Thunderland came up. He gave him a blank look. The question was something he should have been used to, but then again he wasn't really able to answer it before...]
Hhaaaa...? [...Oh, right. Still not able to answer it. The AI pauses, then pulls out his Relic from its pouch. Readable flashmail was always a good thing to have. He sends a brief message to one Doctor Thunderland, Jr.]
[He blinked. That was odd -- sending mail when they were right in front of each other. Regardless, he reads it. "AI?" What he was? What was that? His mind was running about with all these thoughts and it was slowly starting to seem like this young boy would be someone that he would like to dissect. Ah, what mysteries could he uncover? His fingers twisted and twitched just a bit as he was allowing his excitement to get away from him.]
You're unable to speak? Is it because of the scar on your neck? Or some other reason?
[Kite would probably be a little reluctant to answer if he knew what Thunderland was thinking right now, but sadly he is not psychic. Or maybe that's a good thing.]
Nnn. [Shakes his head--though, in a way, that was part of the reason. He cringes a bit.]
[Returns to looking at his Relic. It seemed like the other could hear him just fine, but speech and other such functions might be hindered. Well, speech for certain. Hm, hm, hm.]
Incomplete in what way?
[Ah, these answers could be found through dissection, couldn't they? Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect--]
[Kite stares blankly for a moment. 'In what way'? He was incomplete in a lot of ways, but listing them all off would be tedious. Her sticks to the topic at hand.]
[Shakes off his jacket that he has been using as his makeshift umbrella. Mumble, mumble, mumble. Stare.]
You're going to get sick that way.
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...Haaa? [Sick? Pfft, AIs don't get sick, especially not if they're powerful anti-virus programs. He gives the doctor a funny look.]
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You need dry clothes and bed rest.
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[The AI stubbornly remains seated, staring straight up at Thunderland.]
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Wanders out back into the rain. He's not through with Kite.]
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...Well, maybe at least dry clothes would be a good idea. Now that he wasn't being told to do it, anyway. Being wet was seriously not fun.]
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Shaking off his jacket as he returns to storming over to reach into his shirt to toss clothes at Kite.]
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And suddenly there are clothes being thrown at his face.]
Nnh-! Haaa! [The AI is caught unprepared and flails for a moment before pulling a shirt off his face. He finally stands, growling quietly... only then he realizes this player just got new clothes for him for no reason.
Now he just looks confused.]
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[Place to change, place to change. Pneumonia and other such ailments might be possible as nice as it would be to research them; he'd rather not catch them. Mutter, mutter, and wander about the area to find a place to change his own clothes.]
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He stands there awkwardly, then turns around and just starts changing at the back of the room for lack of a better spot. No, he doesn't care who warps in and sees him in his underwear, he wasn't programmed to know any better care about that.
More noticeable, however, would be the hundreds of thick stitches sewn into the boy's body. He's covered in them from head to toe, criss crossing over his chest and back and encircling entire limbs as if they had been removed and reattached several times. His pale complexion is also more obvious sans-clothing, his tone practically gray and contrasted by the red rims around his eyes. There's a large triangular scar on his chest, still coloured a faint and unnatural-looking red. The stitches encircling his neck might also seem a little suspicious ( ... )
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Hhaaaa...? [...Oh, right. Still not able to answer it. The AI pauses, then pulls out his Relic from its pouch. Readable flashmail was always a good thing to have. He sends a brief message to one Doctor Thunderland, Jr.]
< AI. >
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You're unable to speak? Is it because of the scar on your neck? Or some other reason?
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Nnn. [Shakes his head--though, in a way, that was part of the reason. He cringes a bit.]
< incomplete. >
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Incomplete in what way?
[Ah, these answers could be found through dissection, couldn't they? Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect. Dissect--]
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< vocal files unfinished. damaged. > Aahhhh...
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