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[center][h3][color=a2d39c]Miyu, [s]Traitor Angel[/s] Honorless Blade[/color][/h3][/center]

The majority of the BEAST's antics, the watching, circling, the breathing, the bowing, and all that, looked absolutely ridiculous and Miyu didn't see or feel any of it because, as mentioned before, she was FLYING away.

Miyu's flight slowed slightly when the tingling started. She was worried it might make her pass out or something, but fortunately, this was not nearly as bad as the electrocute-y death that had nearly occured earlier. So she kept flying, and resumed her top speed.

And then her vision went to absolute shit. [color=a2d39c]"Seriously? All that to make it difficult to see again? That's your purpose here? Fuck you. At least I can still see the direction of the sun. I'm going home, and then I'm going to kill myself to undo all this. Just eat the Mech like you wanted to and leave me alone."[/color] As neither the BEAST nor Miyu apparently knew, wearing super strong prescription glasses when you now have perfect vision, resulted in very non-perfect vision.

After the text became readable, [color=a2d39c]"Ok? So you're Machina? Well you're absolutely terrible at your job, all I can see is your dumb text. And why are you even bonding with me? Shouldn't you bond with some human soldier they've augmented enough to punch through steel? Go home and find an owner as defective as you or something to fight your dumb war with. I've already got a bunch of defective robots to take care of but at least they don't kill me or fuck up my eyesight even more than it already is. The Angel of Death's gotta be pretty pissed at me already for how often I die even without doing it to fix my eyes."[/color] Again, seeing she had been flying away, all of the BEAST's posturing was to an empty audience, and Miyu had been gaining distance. The surge of adrenaline, Miyu wasn't able to tell from the adrenaline surge she was getting for being angry and flying.

She'd reach her home base soon, thanks to the wibbly-wobbly-ness of space in the Nexus, a large factory sitting in the crook of a river. It was slowly falling to pieces, as one Angel wasn't enough to man a factory once intended for dozens of workers with heavy automation. Moss and ivy, previously repressed, were growing over the building, and the concrete loading bays were starting to let grass peek through the cracks. The crane at the dock that had likely unloaded boats in the past was now red with rust, unlikely to ever move again. The dock itself was fairing better, but still covered with moss, save for one small path likely walked frequently by Miyu. Perhaps odd to find foot trails made by one possessed of flight. A vegetable garden had been planted on the sides of a personal walkway leading between the dock and the factor.

It was that same difference of scale that prevented Miyu for maintaining the whole factory, that allowed Miyu to scavenge resources and use it for so long, given that as a one person assembly line, a single month's parts would last a very long time indeed. But a few years is a long time even in the Endless War of the Nexus, for the parts here were laughably out of date. The Daimyo's shields and armor were below par, and it's strength and speed were as outdated as spears against the current cutting edge like Ni-Mu. Who ironically was using spears and swords again, albeit, really cool ones. With her hypercharged reactors capable of nuclear detonation having run out at the battle for Alt Signia, the remaining few Daimyo models Miyu had left were mostly useful for carrying and lifting things.

All this could be easily taken in while Miyu tried to feel around for the door she couldn't quite find. [color=a2d39c]"Ack.. Stupid.. Why would you even.. Is this the Machina's new 'Irritate the enemy' program or something?"[/color]

[@Inner Demon]