" i don't like anyone. you people are so silly. "
アルト クレフ — 𝘾𝙇𝙀𝙁 𝘼𝙇𝙏𝙊
@augmentedhumanity.bsky.social
𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. (🇧🇺🇹 🇹🇭🇪 🇭🇦🇷🇩🇪🇷 🇾🇴🇺 🇦🇷🇪) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ𝄞
"It's faded to time if you don't know where to look. I, naturally, know 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 where to look." Clef holds up the bundle to her face, examining the material for any imperfections. It's about as good as you can get around these parts, and Clef has made sure of it. "You know this material is scarce
I'm not going to walk away from helping one asking for repairs no matter the vintage. New...old it's all the same for me."
" several reasons. hope you've got the time, red boy. " " first; i just like his armor design, especially the purple. real cute. second; i've repaired him once already, so i know his innerworkings and design much more intimately than i do any other reploid. it was easy to take and copy. and . . .
( @augmentedhumanity.bsky.social ) “You’re wearing armor modeled after Vile’s. Why?”
Robot Master? Sure, she's heard the term before, once or twice. Hidden in archeological sites chalk-full of Mavericks that have something to hide. Something about being prototype bots from a long time ago. She pulls out strips of Ceratanium from her cabinet drawer, thinned. They are bundled
"Evil? Absolutely not... just fixing up a friend's damaged helmet, it's outer casing is forged from the stuff. But that's robot masters for you." Spoke the burnet, not that he'd expect for her to know what those were...or did she? Subaru wouldn't know just yet...
‟ Give her an ‧ ‧ ‧ ᴜɴғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ' ⨟ an unanswered question 𝗢𝗥 ❜ a path nobody else dared to follow and she'd already be halfway there's “.
⊹ ⟆ 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐑 🐈̷ 𝅄 ₓ .
" ceratanium? you've come to the right place, I guess. " Clef steps away from the mechaniloid, turning to her right and towards a cabinet. She drags open a drawer. " whatcha need it for? you trying to repair something evil? "
"You could, I'm looking for some ceratanium..... need it for this repair job." Reply the other, stepping into the light. looking both the female and deactivated....and highly damaged amenhopper down.
" amenhopper . . . in pretty bad shape. look at that, the poor destructed thing. " clef feels a presence . . . she glances back. " . . . can i help you? "
What fascinating technology. How scary. ... Unfortunately, that's all Clef can really think, positively. Clef sighs quietly and looks down at her own gloved hands, as though examining her nails. "Claim to be a warrior, but you get so offended by what a lady says? I didn't know you had to sic
?? "Mood watch!? Oh you better listen and listen good girly, I'm no one's watch I'm a warrior! You here me!!" Yelled that was moment ago said voice, before taking physical form before the other in a flash of digital energy. Claws ripping the air as he materialized with a...not too pleased look.
So 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 is who all those Mavericks whisper about. The one with "𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭", or more accurately, the potential to be a threat to them. From where she's standing, obscured in the city shadows, it's hard to make Clef out at all— and in her armor, she looks almost exactly like a Reploid.
𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 .ᐟ .ᐟ .ᐟ X's automated systems immediately tipped him off of the incoming threat. A narrow miss. Thankfully his steeled nerves kept him from flinching into its path. Tensed form facing the stranger. "Are you 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆.ᐟ .ᐣ There's civilians around .ᐟ Someone could've 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱.ᐟ"
Oooh, ice cold, like steel. "You're a mean little Reploid, Zero. I thought it was in the best interest of Hunters to be nice to us poor humans." Clef folds her hands behind her back and takes a testing step forward. Zero is much more bulkier than her; definitely has power in that structure that
He wasn’t about to risk her following him, whether to the battlefield or back to Hunter HQ. Not to mention, her appearance reminding him of a certain unstable former SA-Class Hunter was still throwing him off. Between that and her behavior, he had no desire to prolong their exchange.
Blink-blink. The fuck is that? Clef doesn't let her confusion show on her face. In fact, her eyes go half-lidded, looking more disinterested than before. " . . . Is that your "mood" watch? You don't gotta hide what you think of me, boo. What a turn-off. "
??? "Boring!? Who does this girl think she is calling us boring, you wouldn't survive a day in our shoes!" Spoke....yelled a disembodied voice, one seemingly bleeding from the male left wrist. With what looked to be eyes gleaming with each word uttered.
To the left, the very furthest away from X's audial, there is a soft 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. Then— 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘔 !! A violet-colored charge shot lands right next to X's ride chaser, but narrowly misses him. Enough to warn of a presence. "𝘠𝘰𝘰-𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘰 ~ !" Clef calls from the side of the street. "Heeyyy, blue!!!"
@augmentedhumanity.bsky.social There were no active incidents to act on lately. A definite good thing, as far as X was concerned. Because of this, to remain proactive, the hunters were dispatched on various patrol routes. X currently idle at a red light. Gaze scanning the area around him.
Clef pouts. "You're not even a performer? You're a boring boy." She folds her hands behind her back, inching closer with a bit of curiosity. "I'm Clef Alto, love. Don't forget it, 'kay? That'd be awfully rude."
"Me?" "Entertain you, but I'm not a performer...wait who even are you?"
ashes Clef antagonizing Reploids is so funny because Reploids are naturally stronger than humans. Even if she's augmented, she's absolutely not winning against those war machines bro.
Ughhhh. The second Clef thinks she's made a break through Zero's unrelenting stoicism and professionalism, there he goes again, reverting back to that boring old self. He really is such a sourpuss. "I'm not threatening you, red. But you'd think of it that way, since your machinery demands it."
Even if he knew X was more than capable of handling himself. “I would prefer you not waste my time. You can make threats all you want, but you won’t get very far. Augmentation doesn’t change the fact that you’re still human.”
"Oh, I don't know. Pick the one with the highest notes kept for the longest seconds. Surprise me. I wanna see how well tuned those vocal chords are."
"A gospel?" Lola was admittedly surprised by the request. It was definitely a little different from what she was used to, but she could do it! "Got a specific one in mind? I probably have just about any of them saved to my database!~"
Whether he's willing to share or not, she knows exactly why he hates her shade of purple. Maybe that's exactly who she got it from. But she won't address that little mechanical elephant. "Ah, so you 𝘢𝘳𝘦 capable of a little pushback. Here I was, wondering if you were as mechanical in personality
“I suggest you take your own advice. Your purple is far more offensive.” There was a reason he disliked that particular color, though he had no intention of oversharing.
"Correcting me, are you? What an informative girl you are. Next thing I know I'll learn that you give your companion a certain set of skills to help them on their heroic journey." How vague. Clef leans on her side. Song request? She doesn't know. "Sing a gospel."
you have any song requests?"
Okay so this is clearly not just a little singer-drone, as Clef would have been led to believe. What a fascinating piece of technology. "Sure I am. Humans are self-centered enough to design technology like you to look like us, so why would I claim to be anything else?"
"Well, I'd hope that I'd be good at it! It is my job, after all!~" The little drone responds before beginning to glow, a girl appearing in its place! "Are you really human, though?"
A squint. "I've still got human ears, love. The whole shebang, with those annoying little hairs that never regrow. So if you're gonna sing, pinky promises you'll be 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 at it? I don't wanna lose my hearing so young and spunky."
"Entertain? Well...I could sing!~"
Clef tilts her head to the side, giving Zero a mock-pout. "Aww, you're the 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘯 one. Always such a serious little sourpuss . . . Have you ever considered getting a paint job, Zero? Your red's really harsh on the eyes. . ." What an eyesore! She hates that shade.
“I’m a Maverick Hunter, not the latest act in your personal circus.”
" hey, you. " " entertain me, yeah? doin' something fun? "