Citrine and KOS-MOS post-fight. Not locked.

[letshilbertluv]

[Ah, it's a regular night in Camp. The zombies are roaming vacantly, the moogles are kupo-ing, the condom tree is dropping it's bounty. Basking in the glow of the radioactive lake, see one (1) deathbot-chan and orinji-chan, chatting it up in a newly-sprung gazebo. There is patio furniture and a tea cart with a few extra cups. The orange URTV is

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[oranginavariant]

Does your combat log contain data on when we fought?

[letshilbertluv]

Negative. To limit potential damage to the space-time continuum, I have not actively pursued knowledge of the future.

[oranginavariant]

Logical.

*Checking the status of the diagnostic program.*

What have you learned of the testaments so far?

[letshilbertluv]

Why do you ask?

[oranginavariant]

Curiosity. They seem to have their own agenda concerning everyone in our universe.

Try moving your ring finger now.

[letshilbertluv]

[Successfully flexes it]

I can provide basic notes on the abilities the Testament displayed, but that is all; I do not know their agenda.

[oranginavariant]

That would be fine.

*Tapping at your palm-up fingers lightly.*

Can you adequately feel this? Any disturbances in your touch sensors?

[letshilbertluv]

Your body temperature is 300.15 kelvin. Pressure applied was [i hate formulas]. All systems are now functioning normally.

[oranginavariant]

Good.

*Tea-sip.*

About the T-weapon...

[letshilbertluv]

Yes, Citrine?

[oranginavariant]

Don't you wonder why Vector isn't investigating it?

[letshilbertluv]

I was not positive that Vector was not investigating it.

[oranginavariant]

I just would have thought that the Miltian Government, who backs Vector, would be involved in it.

[letshilbertluv]

I would not know either way.

[oranginavariant]

Mm. I see.

*Leans back against the chair, relaxing, and tilts her chin upward.*

[letshilbertluv]

Thank you for repairing my arm.

[...]

Why did you?