[ That part is muttered under her breath. She doesn't sound thrilled, but there's not a rage that seems indicative with such a comment. It's orders and commands that give her purpose, but conflict with the inner workings of her emotions — however "new" those may be. Androids were designated with a goal and to execute the function no matter what the cost. Aranea, just happens to be on the other side of this. Her heels are digging tighter in the ground, a confident step towards the woman even if her route relies on diameter than a direct b-line. ]
Chit-chat during missions are prohibited. Not a good conversationalist.
[ She's raising her sword, ready to strike but the Olympians were fond of ambushes. 2B had ordered them: let her finish it. It's fitting — she always finishes missions, no matter what the cost. There's no remorse right now, not when this was a means to an end. Aranea was quick, beautiful as she dodges the hurled melee weapon. It sinks into the ground with a sickening thwip and discarded from her vision.
But, Wyvers were inspired to crawl to their feet as well. ]
You're kidding.
[ Was the first thing 2B mutters out before nearly being tackled by unarmed fodder coming to Aranea's aid. She's annoyed and instead focuses her gaze back to the woman. They're both ducking and weaving between opposing factions. ]
Let's end this — maybe once this is over you'll get an answer. Big maybe.
no subject
[ That part is muttered under her breath. She doesn't sound thrilled, but there's not a rage that seems indicative with such a comment. It's orders and commands that give her purpose, but conflict with the inner workings of her emotions — however "new" those may be. Androids were designated with a goal and to execute the function no matter what the cost. Aranea, just happens to be on the other side of this. Her heels are digging tighter in the ground, a confident step towards the woman even if her route relies on diameter than a direct b-line. ]
Chit-chat during missions are prohibited. Not a good conversationalist.
[ She's raising her sword, ready to strike but the Olympians were fond of ambushes. 2B had ordered them: let her finish it. It's fitting — she always finishes missions, no matter what the cost. There's no remorse right now, not when this was a means to an end. Aranea was quick, beautiful as she dodges the hurled melee weapon. It sinks into the ground with a sickening thwip and discarded from her vision.
But, Wyvers were inspired to crawl to their feet as well. ]
You're kidding.
[ Was the first thing 2B mutters out before nearly being tackled by unarmed fodder coming to Aranea's aid. She's annoyed and instead focuses her gaze back to the woman. They're both ducking and weaving between opposing factions. ]
Let's end this — maybe once this is over you'll get an answer. Big maybe.