Aertas Gang

[00:33] Bruno moves up closer tailed by a whole family and their beloved Babushka, stopping a few meters behind Miyeon. He remains silent, yet his gaze likely tells enough on its own to his siblings. The Shengese would likely feel this ominous presence behind her at this point.

She had to.
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[00:33] Tyrrin asks, "Anti-Citizen activity?"
[00:33] Iris shifts towards Trik.
(Iris)
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[00:33] Iris says, "I did not say kill. However, understood."
[00:34] Freda Von Bohm says, "Iris, Yeah? Our lovely piece of technology."
[00:34] Trik Gutterrunner exclaims, "Broken Razugre... Raz-Ogre? Hrm... new name-title later... but if broken-ruined, might as well kill-kill!"
[00:34] Freda Von Bohm says, "We need your help forcefully escorting someone out from the city."
[00:34] Trik Gutterrunner exclaims, "But do not-not!"
[00:34] Trik Gutterrunner exclaims, "Ack-gah!"
[00:34] Wolfgang says, "Don't harm it. I have a soft spot for Seven."
[00:34] Iris says, "...ah."
[00:34] Lackey asks, "How long is long, and long long before they belong? I'm sure that creation is it's own ordeal, but Trik- how long does it take for a subject to think and feel?"
[00:35] Tyrrin whispers something.
[00:35] For a moment, Seven hesitates. Then he looks back at his maker. He had been commanded to 'play'...If he didn't he might risk more disappointment-

Yet it sounds as if the synthetic was getting whisked away. Probably for the best, though he already has his terrible teeth bared.
(Seven)
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[00:35] Tyrrin whispers something.
[00:35] Iris says, "Of course. Do lead on."
[00:35] Trik Gutterrunner exclaims, "GAH!"
[00:35] Trik Gutterrunner asks, "WHAT THE FUCK-FUCK DOES MAN-THING WANT-NEED?"
[00:36] Freda Von Bohm says, "Convient for you, The young Aertas here already have the anti-citizen in sight."
[00:36] Freda Von Bohm asks, "Just do me a favor and help them, would you?"
[00:36] Tyrrin asks, "Mind telling me whats going on?"
[00:36] Iris asks, "...who? The red-head?"
[00:36] Ryker asks, "I think it's about to go down, hm?"
[00:36] Trik Gutterrunner says, "Not Trik domain-care."
[00:36] Trik Gutterrunner says, "Trik only care-care about experiment-tests."
[00:36] Freda Von Bohm says, "No-no, Just watch."
[00:36] Cyril Pyr Aertas asks, "Would that be your business, Red?"
[00:36] Tyrrin says, "Why does everyone call me the red-head...."
[00:36] Trik Gutterrunner says, "OI. FREDA-FRIEND."
[00:37] Tyrrin asks, "Oh is this my name now?"
[00:37] Tyrrin asks, "Red?"
[00:37] Ryker says, "Because your hair is red."
[00:37] Cyril Pyr Aertas says, "Red."
[00:37] Iris asks, "Could you elaborate as to what warrants their removal?"
[00:37] Freda Von Bohm says, "Observe, Iris."
[00:37] Trik Gutterrunner exclaims, "LOOK-LOOK AT WHAT TRIK GREW-MADE!"
[00:37] The youngest Aertas stood at attention, railgun at her side as she gazed about the crowd. This would be one of her first duties as a young private of the Achyon's military.

She notices Bruno's gaze on a certain girl, Shengese.

'Anti-citizen' indeed.

"Speak against the military will not be tolerated." Matryona spoke out with a rather visible accent. It's thick...

"No scene is needed, Babushka. Bruno will make it up to The Machine. He doesn't need extra hands doing a job he should have already done."

"What were the citizens of Achyon referred to?" Seinna hues settle on Miyeon.
(Matryona pyr Aertas)
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[00:37] Trik Gutterrunner whispers something.
[00:38] Cyril Pyr Aertas says, "Iris."
[00:38] Cyril Pyr Aertas says, "Get infront of me.."
[00:38] Trik Gutterrunner whispers something.
[00:38] Iris asks, "I usually observe. Jf you simply required my observation, why did you request my aid?"
[00:38] Cyril Pyr Aertas says, "This is a poor formation."
[00:39] Iris says, "I am not in a military uniform. I would not add to a formation."
[00:39] Lackey whispers something.
[00:40] Iris whispers something.
[00:40] Trik Gutterrunner whispers something.
[00:40] Wolfgang whispers something.
[00:41] Tyrrin says, "So errr..."
[00:41] Trik Gutterrunner whispers something.
[00:41] Cyril Pyr Aertas says, "Hush now."
[00:41] Tyrrin says, "Not sure what im gettin myself into."
[00:41] Cyril Pyr Aertas says, "You're ruining the tension."
[00:41] Wolfgang whispers something.
[00:41] Lackey whispers something.
[00:41] Tyrrin just stares at this n***a
(Tyrrin)
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[00:42] The shengense's eyes looked at all the Aertas and such in front of her, raising an eyebrow to Bruno, who she had indeed met earlier.

Speaking against the military...? What is all of this?

"Cogs."

Plain and simple, Sol replied to the younger Aertas.

"What's this about?" she asked after her short reply, surely they wouldn't be offended by being called 'cogs'.

Right...?
(Miyeon Sol)
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[00:42] Trik Gutterrunner whispers something.
[00:43] Vykruu Heltask says, "You're dismissed, Mallory."
[00:43] Vykruu Heltask says, "I look forward to seeing more of you."
[00:49] "Cogs." He answered. "Cogs is what you called us. Cogs is what you said were horrible. While the word itself is not offensive the context was less than pleasant."

Bruno remains right where he was, his weapon still behind his back ready to be drawn.

"It does seem that with a push of a cog you have found yourself turning many more. My sisters have helped me reach the conclusion that something should be done.

Action must be taken."

Blue eyes that had long forsaken their hue gazed upon the Shengese's own irises. A step forward is made.

"If you despise the very city you live in, then I urge you to leave. If you prefer to apologize and be given this..." A glance is passed to Amelia, briefly. "... second chance, you may do so. You are fortunate: Not everyone gets a second chance."
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[00:50] Tyrrin scoffs
(Tyrrin)
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[00:50] Tyrrin says, "<apologize? Yeah right I would never.>"
[00:50] Iris says, "Please re-state that."
[00:50] Tyrrin says, "Ehhh...."
[00:50] Cyril Pyr Aertas asks, "Got a frog in your throat?"
[00:50] Tyrrin says, "I said uhhh...."
[00:50] Tyrrin says, "More like..."
[00:50] Cyril Pyr Aertas exclaims, "Speak up!"
[00:50] Tyrrin says, "An air bubble or something."
[00:50] Trik Gutterrunner asks, "Wow. Will Trik have new-fresh subject for experiment-test?"
[00:50] Tyrrin asks, "Demanding arent we?"
[00:50] Cyril Pyr Aertas says, "Always. I don't pretend to be anything else."
[00:50] Iris says, "At such a rate, perhaps."
[00:50] Tyrrin laughs hysterically
(Tyrrin)
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[00:51] Tyrrin says, "I like this guy."
[00:54] Tyrrin asks, "So like...can i go?"
[00:55] Cyril Pyr Aertas says, "Never was keeping you here."
[00:56] It's confirmed, evidence presented as a confession.

"Do you know what Achyon is?" She asks genuinely. "Do you know what Achyon can be? You call us horrible, but I don't think you've seen the very worst of the Empire."

They acknowledge the methods of conquest and control the Empire uses.

"You speak with a tongue too loose for a place rigid and built from steel. Were you some thousand miles north east you'd no luxury to question a man in uniform approaching you."

Matryona kept her hand on her railgun, voice steady. "Apologize for your actions and leave with a warning. Or hold them and leave Achyon for good."

She only did her job. Upholding order and structure.
(Matryona pyr Aertas)
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[00:59] Iris asks, "Do you require aught else, Freda?"
[00:59] Freda Von Bohm says, "No no, Sorry for keeping you."
[00:59] Freda Von Bohm says, "May the machine spirits watch you, Iris."
[01:00] Iris says, "They are never not."
[01:05] Huh. This is very... familiar.

As the Aertas took a step forward, she leaned back - staring at his face. Listening to his words, complaints, and especially his demand.

"...you know very well what I despise," a short reply was given to the white-haired teen.

Her eyes now focused on the female Aertas, as she asked question after question, talking about the Empire like it was something new, something people weren't aware of yet. The teenager ready to pull her railgun at any time.

Apologize or leave for good... love it or leave it.

...

"Huh," her eyes darted to Bruno, who was the person she talked with earlier and started all of this. "Suppose it wasn't generalization after all," her arms crossed.

"If that is the case, I suppose I shall take this chance to continue leaving here, officers."

The Young shengense bowed her head lightly to the soldiers.

"I apologize for calling you a 'horrible cog' or however you interpreted it. It won't happen again, mister...?"

Her eyes darting between the two Aertas now, waiting for their response.
(Miyeon Sol)
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[01:10] Further in the back, masked behind the arms and uniforms of her more militaristically-inclined siblings, a fourth one stands idly behind the rest observing.

Her gloved hands clasped together behind her back as an upright posture keeps her head staring forward. A quaint yellow coat keeping her warm from the chilly evening breeze and tensions slowly warm up the rest of the crowd.

"Tut tut." She simply remarks with a short chuckle as her head bobs to the side, watching the current Aertas standing uncomfortably close to the Shengese prepare to reply. She seemed almost standing in anticipation as her eyes ever-so-slightly scan the growing group of curious bystanders.
(Amelia Locke pyr Aertas)
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[01:12] A more violent confrontation was what Bruno had expected, though it seemed as if such would have to wait for another day. The teenager stared at Miyeon when she accepted to quietly and gently take the easier way out. Despite her words a desire was burning within the boy's heart, one to shoot a trail of mana behind each and every step she took. It made itself known upon his expression through the use of a frown, yet no violent action was taken.

"It's not the name you gave us all that mattered, it was the way you treated those who sacrifice body and mind to the cause.

You may call me Bruno. Bruno pyr Aertas."

He expected a proper introduction in response. Even if her apology had yet to be accepted in the moment.
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[01:12] * You have been awarded 10 Roleplay Points! *
[01:13] Alfredo says, "Yoo."
[01:14] Alfredo says, "Quite a crowd, y'know... yeah."
[01:14] Not everyone knew what life was like in sections of the Empire. Many spent their entire lives in Achyon and at war with Osronans.

Matryona didn't think of it as a slur, no. But to use something like that as an insult? Insulting the productive of every piece of the machine whilst being a part of it?

It's not constructive criticism.

The apology made the patrol complete. Structure returned to the streets of Achyon. Deceit of that nature truly isn't tolerated elsewhere.

Talking is mercy.

She relaxed until her brother offered a greeting. Soon, she tenses and salutes. Harshness aside... "Private Matryona pyr Aertas."

Sienna hues drift to Alfredo. What a time to greet a crowd but the rather tense youngest Aertas remains in a salute position.
(Matryona pyr Aertas)
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[01:15] Despite playing a part in this particular event's peanut gallery, it was not like Wolfgang to do so at all. He had been at a loss in regards to the true nature of the incident since its establishment,

but so little of it made sense. Perhaps he lacked context? Likely.

He turned his heel in an abrupt motion, waving a farewell to Lackey, Trik and Seven - who, immersed in his own daydream, seemed to finally have found a snippet of solace and respite.
(Wolfgang)
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[01:18] If it was possible for her mechanical eye to shed an oily tear, it would. But things didn't work like that, Instead the older woman out of the group of similarly aged children simply held her arms behind her back. The third-mechanical one simply giving a thumbs up of approval towards the Aertas members.

"Handled that like I thought you lot would, I'm sure your grandfather would be proud to see you lot holding up the status quo."

Old as she was, She appeared more battle-scarred than a lot of the other soldiers here in the plaza, Judging by her silver cap to indicate her officer status.

"Certainly better than the night I thought the lot of us playing one of those competitive board games turned out."

And with a long reach, The third-metallic limb reached over to Bruno, far as it could to give the young lad an approval pat on his shoulder. The parental support he needed and wanted, Probably.
(Freda Von Bohm)
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[01:21] Lackey drifts in and out, near and away for a while- inevitably, she feels the urge to move overcome her, and twists in place, prancing off rather whimsically. She was making no money, not expanding any horizons at this moment, and so she needed to move, come back later.
(Lackey)
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[01:22] As soon as they introduced themselves, the shengense took a more straight position, looking in the eyes of Bruno.

"Miyeon Sol."

The teen stated her name, she had no titles or any fancy name.

Sol thought about opening her mouth to speak, but it was useless. Cogs will be cogs. And honestly, she'd prefer to be as far away from them as possible... especially when they are this close like the Aertas is.

But, those names that were given to her burned into her mind - she wouldn't forget them so soon. Somethings can't be forgotten at all.

A quick glance was given to Freda when she spoke, but quickly her eyes darted back to Bruno and Matryona.

"Right. Anything else, mister Bruno, miss Matryona?" she asked, still leaning a bit away from Bruno.
(Miyeon Sol)
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[01:28] The hand that came up from behind was cold to the touch, and only reaffirming his deep fears that he was unworthy of proper praise. A failure in his own way. Unable to reach heights expected of him by birthright. Bruno's own memory of his moment etched itself into his mind, solidified by the gaze exchanged with Miyeon. A name to be remembered.

"Unless you desire to stir trouble and work machinery with your bare hands once more, I do not believe there is anything else from me. Though my sister may have some words for you."

He hoped she would unleash more of her blunt truths.
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[01:31] What a patrol this became, Steely hues bounced between the 'anti-citizen' and his younger siblings, truthfully? The older teenager was brimming with pride! Neither of the older siblings, or even Freda needed to involve themselves.

Calm remained. Similarly to Freda, the soldier had his own silver cap to indicate his status.

With the situation handled, Cyril offered a curt pat on the back for the third-born.
(Cyril Pyr Aertas)
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[01:32] Grandfather being proud? Hardly. Naught was achieved aside doing what they're expected to do as enlists of the military.

"No."

"I've little information to speak much else. All we do is for the means of progress. Be as effective as you can, even if it means making yourself fodder because you may not be good at anything."

Her expression remained dull and more... unamused. It's clear that she's quite tense. "Nothing else is needed. Mission accomplished. We should continue patrol."

The little solider turned and began walking off.
(Matryona pyr Aertas)
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[01:33] Iris turns to glance at Matryona, and then to the other Aertas. "Do enjoy your patrol."
(Iris)
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[01:34] Bruno had nothing else to say, Miyeon gave him a nod.

And, after listening to Matryona's words, a nod was also given to the Aertas. The 'anti-citizen' too had nothing to say to the officers.

"Have a good night, officers."

Her eyes glanced at Matryona (and the others probably) walking away from the square.
(Miyeon Sol)