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[potatolament]

[The train station seems... relatively crowded today, though not simply by any number of bodies. A sort of riddle, ‘one of these things doesn’t belong’. The answer itself becomes hard to conjure, simply because it’s that terribly obvious that... can you really believe it? That nearly overnight there seems to have appeared this mounted build of

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[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan has been out doing patrol work, and decided to land at the station just in case there were any new arrivals. Flexing her wings and pulling them back into her back, Morrigan blinks as the last few bits of Glados's monlouge reaches her ears. Looking around and seeing her, Morrigan blinks.]

Pointing fingers won't do anything. [Approaching her slowly since giant sentiant AI just makes her think of Huitzil, Morrigan is ready to move out of the way if needed.]

(ooc- I was so tempted to throw Alice at her. XDDD)

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[She looks over, the 'head' tilting slightly to the decide, a silence of processing.]

You're right. But neither will reasoning with an insane, brain-damaged maniac who seems set and determined to murder you. Try dealing with that, then tell me what you would do.

Where is this. Who are you.

[They're shot out not like the sarcastic questions earlier, but more as profound queries, demands for answers.]

((ooc: ... that would have been so many kinds of win.))

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[desertedchateau]

I have dealt with that. I learned to fight and stay away from him.

This is Ruby City- a dimensional pocket of sorts. Wherever you're from, you can't go back of your own free will. There are homes and food, and we have hosts, but they don't like giving direct answers. Threatning them also won't work.

I'm Morrigan Aensland. Who are you?

[Morrigan lifts herself into the air, hovering lazily.]

((ooc- I still might. /considers this!))

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[potatolament]

[Since when did people ask her that. She was usually 'her' or 'it' or 'that thing'. But she knows her 'name' certainly, which she flickers off with a certain, almost rehearsed mannered.]

Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System. G-L-a-D-O-S. A revolutionary invention of Aperture Science, made to de-ice fuel lines.

[Immediately she sinks back to the snark, semi-cold tone.]

And what a shame. Here I was just going to... pull myself down, and drag myself back to the labs. I'm so very glad you've informed me. But I'm sure I can find a quaint cottage. To drag myself to. And implant myself in. By myself.

But of course, I'll be looking forward to the food. Which I cannot consume.

I'm very impressed with your levels of information. No, really. Especially the analysis of the most important parts, our captors. Here, let me record that part in the notes...

[Alright, yes. She's turning a bit bitter.]

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[desertedchateau]

[Delicious bitterness. Morrigan sighs, runs one of her hands through her hair and then begins filling things in.]

Nice to meet you, Glados.

Take all the notes you want. I'll tell you what I know and what I've seen of them. There are seven. They refer to themselves as a family, and appear to be humans. The ones I've spoken to- both male, a dark haried one named Temper, and another dark haired one named Gene, are both very big on manners. Keep yours, and they'll talk. Get angry, and they'll dismiss you for being rude.

No one currently in the city knows exactly what they are, just that they're nonhuman and dangerous when they want to be. If they pulled you here, it was for a reason. If you need somewhere else to attach yourself to, there are several empty apartments. Walls can be knocked down to make one large room.

[Eying her for a minute, Morrigan bites her lower lip thoughtfully] It wouldn't be impossible to detatch you, I don't think. How heavy are your components?

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... perhaps I need to clarify that point. I was being sarcastic. I can't disengage. I can't move myself. You are looking at a moderately sized super computer. I'm not moving from here even if I want to. And I am not letting other people move me. I'm sorry if you came to some sort of misunderstanding. Don't worry. I'm used to it.

... [but she does record the notes given, a whir of processing. Manners. She can try. But she isn't usually keen on them when someone endangers her.]

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[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan idly transforms herself into civilian clothes as Glados talks, the bat wings at her head vanishing beneath her hair.]

Good, then I won't feel the need to apologize. But I will anyway. Sarcasm is fairly rare coming from a super computer. The last one I dealt with wasn't as large, or as talkative.

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[potatolament]

Sarcasm is fairly rare coming from most functioning beings. At least any kind of clever, recognizable sarcasm.

[She'll flicker in brief, silent astonishment at the change.] How did you do that. [Because... seriously, this seems more fitting to a children's program then to any explainable phenomena of science. What was that.]

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[desertedchateau]

It is. It's kind of sad.

[Morrigan chuckles at the question] Basic transformation magic. It comes with my species.

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... you're kidding me. You really just explained that as 'magic'. Ha ha. Seriously. How did you do that?

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[desertedchateau]

If you can't think of it as magic, then think of it as disrupting energy. Or atoms, whichever. It's just rewriting one outfit into another.

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[potatolament]

[She can't help but feel like she's being patronized. She isn't sure what to feel about that other than mild distaste. 'To be tested', she notes to herself on this issue. Science can prove anything. Or get rid of anything that doesn't work. Good enough.]

Then fine. We'll leave it at that. Is there anything else you can tell me?

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[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan lowers herself to the ground, tired of floating.]

There are non humans here, as well as humans. Monsters in the forest, but since they stay away from the city and in turn- [Morrigan gestures to the rest of the train station], they're nothing to worry about. The weather is also pretty constant, and we have seasons.

Which is strange for a dimensional pocket. The one I hail from was stuck in a perpetual barren Fall.

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[potatolament]

[She draws away slightly at the mention of monsters, but returns to normal once assured, limb drawing near again.]

Fantastic. Really. Exactly the kind of place I've always wanted to be.

That should be enough then. I need to dwell on this. Calculate things.

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[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan makes a mental note of that, and nods.]

Right then. Speaking of monsters, I'm going to go say hello to one. If you have any other questions, there are plenty of people who can answer them for you. Do excuse me.

[With a half bow, Morrigan rises back into the air and summons some bats, vanishing into them as she dissappears. The bats hover for a second and then vanish as well.]