[center][h1][color=f9ad81]N.E.R.O.N[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center] [color=fff200]Assignment[/color]: [color=f9ad81]Attend for debriefing and progress report[/color] Interacting with [@king Tai][/center][hr] 
            N.E.R.O.N's large metal bulk approached the bar, his shield (bloodied though it was) was slung over the Pistons and mechanisms composing the construct's back. Opening the creaking wooden door, N.E.R.O.N was greeted with  the poorly lit tavern, a few passed-out drunkies, and the promise of his comrades in the back, just as he had expected. Though a little late, the automaton came through with it's intent to attend. Sadly, it never had a chance to clean up, and still reeked of viscera from the day's work.
            [i]"I imagine everyone is having a productive evening"[/i], N.E.R.O.N heard as it walked into the back room, the half-asleep bartender having spat into a cup as the bulky robot passed. [i][color=f9ad81]"Quite, Sir"[/color][/i], it responded politely as it closed the restricted doors behind itself, the electronic locks making a hearty [b][i]clunk[/i][/b] sound as they reengaged. [i][color=f9ad81]"Five women in the same neighborhood in the same day, I had an experience indeed"[/color][/i], N.E.R.O.N continued, his signature cheery tone making the material he spoke about seem much more wholesome than what it was intended to be. The large metal man stood by his comrades across from Blaque, those of which consisted of an embracing man and woman, a small child holding a cold drink, and a few others. The child, suprisingly, was a little bit of a controversial subject for the otherwise naïve automaton. N.E.R.O.N's programming dictated the evacuation of children over all others in the face of danger, and to allow the child to participate in activities as harmful as Vendetta's missions, it was truly the only thing N.E.R.O.N disputed with his master about.
            N.E.R.O.N started again,[i][color=f9ad81] "this stark increase in attacks against females roaming around a certain region, mostly prompted by gangsters of Ghost Face, is something I feel like should be addressed by I and perhaps two others."[/color][/i]
            [i][color=f9ad81]"If I'm not mistaken, you had mentioned a job similar to this to me a while ago, correct? [b]Operation: Bash the Bullies[/b]?"[/color][/i], the robot proceeded. [color=f9ad81][i]"I would like to pick such a job up, if you will. Otherwise, I am prepared for the primary briefing, sir"[/i][/color], ended the automaton, proceeding to seat itself on a metal chair beside Blaque. 

>Social conditions met. Physical Movement commenced: Finger Tapping

            N.E.R.O.N's steel fingertips started to tap the table as it listened to both his master's answer and his comrades' conversations. This little habit, initially having been installed by a rebel hacker just for fun, now became a convincing staple of N.E.R.O.N's humanoid personality.