Raging against the Machine

[hunny_sensor]

Characters: Doll deuxesmachina and Chosen hunny_sensor
Date/Time: Slight backdate to April 29, late night
Location: The Marketplace, then The Wilderness
Rating: PG-13 for possible language and action violence.
Summary: It's a final exploration of the Magitek Factory before the Wilderness changes again! What will they find, other than robots and lasers?

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[deuxesmachina]

Doll had only been to the marketplace once or twice, and she too regretted very early on that she had not asked Chosen what he--at least she guessed it to be a him--looked like. What had she been thinking? It was sloppy.

She guessed she just had to look for a guy who was pretty full of himself...and was carrying a sword. The market was starting to thin out, so that at the very least made her job easier. Her unnatural red eyes scanned the remaining people one by one. Towards the end of her analysis, her eyes fell on the man by the elevator.

Was that how you got to the wilderness? She didn't know...but you certainly had to get to it somehow, since she had never seen it anywhere near the town itself.

Doll took a chance, walking up to the man, putting on hand on her hip and smirking just a little bit.

"You the "Chosen" one?" It still amused her every time she thought about it. He had to be full of himself to give himself that kind of name, after all.

[hunny_sensor]

Blue eyes grew bored of looking at the same empty area after a while, and they unfocused themselves. As the redhead began to yawn, he heard a voice as a figure approached his field of vision. His mouth clamped shut quickly as he blinked to refocus, and his stance straightened up immediately.

Holy crap, she's hot. Though his mouth had gone dry at the sight of her, he put on a grin and gave a cocky flip of his long, red hair. Was he full of himself? Yeeeeah.

"That's me, and still chock full of greatness! You must be the ever-so-lovely Doll," he replied, immensely relieved he didn't screw up his mental picture of another person he met over the journals. Just then, the elevator pinged, the doors opening.

"That's our fun train. All aboard!" He proclaimed while turning, offering an arm. Sometimes, he was a little too much...

[deuxesmachina]

Doll looked Chosen up and down a few times. He wasn't that bad, but she also wasn't overly impressed. She just continued to smirk at him, her red eyes having a bit of a dangerously playful look in them.

"Good, glad to hear it," she said to his first statement. "And why yes, I am," she finished, referring to herself. Before she could think of anything else to say conversationally or in good fun, but the sound of the elevator grabbed her attention.

"Fun train?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow, that look staying in her eyes. "Now you really must not disappoint~" She ignored his arm, but in a playful kind of way, and entered the elevator first.

[hunny_sensor]

Oh, this was too good. Playing off the refused arm as a rolling of a shoulder to ease an imaginary muscle strain, he followed her into the elevator and pressed the appropriate button. As the door closed, he made a quick check of the sword and shield he had equipped by testing how easily he could unsheath and unshoulder them respectively. It was a small movement on both ends, a little flick of a thumb and a hitch of the shoulder, and he nodded to himself. Despite his rather silly attire and personality, he was still a Guard.

"You know, it is such a shame that we've never met before," he said to break the silence as the elevator moved.

"And here I thought I'd met all the pretty faces in Edensphere. Chosen, you've so lost your touch," he chided to himself playfully, blue gaze turned to her.

"But that's old news. How long have you been stuck here in the House of Horrors, hunny?"

[deuxesmachina]

Doll's eyes drifted to the swords. The gun she had was still being fixed, so she hadn't brought it. As long as she didn't run into those harpy things that tried to take her arm, she was sure she could fight off whatever came at her.

"I'm usually at the scrapyard all day," Doll replied. She didn't go out much, she was afraid to after what happened to her arm, to a certain extent. She felt safe in the scrapyard.

"Maybe you aren't chosen to find pretty faces~?" Doll teased, deciding to keep up the game they had started playing. This was much better than being bored.

"I think it will be three months next week," she replied, this time rather flatly. "You must have been here longer if you know all the pretty faces, hm~?"