「 𝙄𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 」

[NC] Honestly, she couldn’t care less about the source of them. Plus, free labor? Free pipe bombs for all of her father’s enemies!

[NC] Building a pipe bomb.

“What do you mean ‘hm?’ That isn’t my name. I don’t know where you would have gotten that misinformation from.”

“. . . That’s not even remotely close to my name.”

“It isn’t denial. It’s. . Trying to convince doesn’t seem worth the effort.”

“They aren’t fins.” 💢

“No. Just because you say so does not make it accurate.”

“Hmm. . . I suppose that’s good news then. Maybe you’ll actually be able to fulfill the reason for your creation.”

“Is that so? Against who?”

“They were just a design choice. No practical purpose.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do? A fight to go pick and then lose?”

It’s rare moments like this that she actually misses Bass a little. These comments were usually focused on him. “It is a headpiece. Not fins. I’m not designed to be aquatic in any way.”

She is still clearly very unimpressed. “That isn’t my name. I don’t have fish fins. You are mistaken.”

Piano continues to stare back, clearly unimpressed. She looks to the left, and then to the right. “Who are you talking to?”

“I’ve yet to form a proper opinion on your intelligence level yet. We’ll see.”

“Untrue. Incorrect. I can’t imagine you don’t know the definition of such a common word.”

Piano stares back. “What? If you need something then say it.”

“I am aware of this. I worry his incompetence could rival Bass.”

“False.”

“I have no doubt in father’s abilities to create a machine much stronger and superior than him.” . . . “That being said, his. . . ‘overzealous’ personality is probably a hindrance to that goal.”

“My own accomplishments are irrelevant. I was created primarily to keep an eye on Bass, but with him currently out of the picture. . You’ll do for now. You share similarities. Loud. Overconfident.”

“Bold words for someone who hasn’t seemed to do anything than amass a few failures. That’s what I’ve gathered from my observations of you, at least.”

“Is that truly a creation of father’s? He’s so. . .grating.”

Staring at the manhandled sandwich as well, deadpan. “Obviously not.”

“In comparison to the food item, it is considerably large. It takes up about a fourth of it.”

“They definitely aren’t now that it has a giant thumb imprint in it.”

“. . . . Why are you holding it like that. No one is going to take it from you.”

“This isn’t what I meant when I said I. .” Piano pinches the bridge of her nose with an irritated sigh. “Where is the rest of him? I’ll have to work on his repairs before father finds out and it puts him in a mood. . . . It’s also hardly any fun to dismantle something that’s already in pieces.”

Piano catches the arm, blinking in surprise for a moment before regaining her stoic expression. Boomerang storage? Was this. .? “Comet. Where did you get this from.”

“Hard to imagine he’d give up his oh so peace loving ways, pathetic as they are. But you are correct, there’s always a chance. And if I could get my hand on /his/ inner workings. .” A cruel smile crosses her face.

“I would love nothing more. Unfortunately they prove to be a little harder to get my hands on.”

“. . . It gets a little dull dismantling the same old Sniper Joes and Mets, but maybe something more advanced would prove to be more entertaining.”

(Soon these men and their questions would be obsolete.)

[NC] “I second this nuh uh.”

“Unlikely. Or rather, foolish.” Piano’s expression was equally discontent. “Do you have nothing better to do than falsely berate me?”

“I’m not a puppet. 💢 A version of me? Hm. Difficult to believe, but not impossible I guess. I cannot imagine any version of myself would be loyal to anyone other than my father.”

“A Xeno? I’m unfamiliar with that term. Say what you will, but I properly fulfill the role I was built for.”

“. . . I can see this polite act is doing nothing in my favor. So I’ll drop it. There’s plenty of other easier and more worthwhile targets. Leave my father alone.”

Piano instinctively steps backwards. This doesn’t seem to be going as smoothly as she hoped. “A base of operations? Machines to accompany the ranks of your army?”

“Not very bright, or a very good liar either.” There’s still a hint of a small genuine smile on her face. “But you are correct. Your idiocy did bring me a bit of entertainment.”

“There are other forms of power than just in physicality. Things like information, connections. .” She closes her eyes briefly, her smiling widening slightly. “Things that you surely don’t have much access to here, correct?”

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“Vermin? Watch your-“ It’s a challenge, but she quickly switches back to her polite tone once more. “You’re from the. . ‘netherworld’, you said? There must be differences between here and there. Such as different technologies? Surely there’s must be something here would benefit yourself.”

Piano just barely stifles back a rare laugh. “You are not very bright.”

“You’ll do no such. .” Piano clenches her fists at her side. As much as she had complete faith in her father, she didn’t know what this girl was capable of. An ‘overlord’? She wasn’t familiar with anything like that. “It’d be smarter to put our resources together wouldn’t it?”

“Obviously I’m loyal to the person who’ll be on the winning side of history. My creator, my father, is leagues above everyone else in nearly all aspects.” Piano crosses her arms as she looks up at Flonne. “Your words mean little to me.”

“You’re beginning to irritate me now too. I am not a puppet. I have a will of my own.” To an extent. “I am much more than just common scrap.”

“I do not have fish fins.” Piano reaches out to flick him in the forehead.