Ninety-Seventh Matrix {Voice}

[whatthefactor]

According to my calculations ... it's 18/01, evening. Roughly ... 21:00. Yes, that's about 1440 minutes after what I remember last.

So tell me, am I correct?

Hmph. You'd think with the infinitely advanced technology on their hands, they could have fixed my back, but noooo. Of course not. Zetta sons of digits

Comments

[nomnomguts]

Goodness, how careless of you to lose so much time. [Not that she... actually has any idea how much time he lost. XD Cannot divide for shit, maaan.]

[whatthefactor]

It was. I won't make that sort of miscalculation again. Though it's still doesn't add up. I don't remember a single radical in this set being capable of doing that.

[nomnomguts]

That?

[Pieces slot into place.] Oh my, someone killed you? [She's doing her best not to-- okay, okay, yeah, she sounds kind of pleased about this, but not entirely, because Sho is technically an ally, and offing her allies without her permission is kind of unacceptable.

Even if it is Sho. 8|]

[whatthefactor]

Nope. It's |impossible| to kill a digit who isn't alive to begin with.

[nomnomguts]

Pity. Oh, very well. Did you get [...what is that word he was always using?] 'derived', then?

Or only knocked unconscious?

[whatthefactor]

Derived. [he snickers] Which reminds me, you see ... when I was refactored in, my shirt was well ...

[at this point, he switches to video. Here, have a view of the bloody, shredded remains of Minamimoto's shirt.]

[nomnomguts]

[LEANING IN REAL CLOSE to the comm screen now. What's this?]

Oh? That is not my work, but--

Hmm.

Ah-- how awful! I've never seen anything [...] like it, unless you count the work of the monsters in the forest~

Is it only the shirt?

[Locked; 99% Unhackable]

[whatthefactor]

Look like a familiar equation to you?

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[nomnomguts]

Why in the world are you asking m-- hmph.

Tell me, what do you recall?

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[whatthefactor]

A long range attack, most likely a spell of some kind, for several seconds before my consciousness was terminated.

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[nomnomguts]

[Pause she's sort of just. staring at him incredulously. The hell does this even have to do with her?]

Really now, do I have to repeat myself? Why do you think this concerns me?

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[whatthefactor]

If my calculations are correct, my stomach, my insides were attacked after subtracting my consciousness. At least, that is the one of the more likely solutions. While it's unlikely you attacked me directly ... [he snickers]

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[nomnomguts]

[...] Is that so? Goodness, if you have some opinion about all of this nonsense, why don't you just go ahead and say it? Just what are you insinuating?

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[whatthefactor]

Do the math.

[Locked; 99% Unhackable] But she sucks at math XD

[nomnomguts]

Oh please, I'm sure that you're aware by now that I had nothing to do with this. That said, I would know if one of my kind had arrived in the city. [okay not really, that's overconfidence speaking] Besides, we--

...

[No, that makes no sense at all. Why in the world would they--

brief pause goes here, but when she speaks again her tone is just as careless and indignant as before] ...we don't handle spells, or anything of the sort.

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[whatthefactor]

Adding in some numbers to crunch, nothing more. Not like I'd bother wasting any measurable function of time trying to talk at the "police force" or some shit like that.