[center][b][h3]Relica[/h3][/b][/center]
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The gathered group eventually spoke up, one after the other. First was the wererabbit, who introduced herself as [u][b]Lunatea[/b][/u]. To Relica, she honestly didn't look like much of a warrior, in any capacity. Heck, the washboard-rabbit didn't even look like proper mage either. Was she just a random civilian? What kind of [i]Taskforce[/i] employed and sortied random-ass country-bumpkins!? Maybe she had some hidden talent? Or maytbe she was part of the logistics and/or administrative duties? The gremlin couldn't help but feel a sinking sense of dread as her eyes scanned the remaining group with the same predatory glare as a cat selecting its prey.

Next up was the goblin. At least this one was equipped with a weapon, which was a bonus. But frankly, he didn't look like much either. Resembled the kind of back-alley mugger you'd find in any town. Definetely not a soldier or combatant of any kind of proper training or merit. Sure, he might know how to poke someone with that little blade of his, but honestly, even a child could figure out which end you stick in the other guy. Hopefully he had other talents. Also, what was with his personality? Talking and acting like he ran the show. Also, did he not think she could hear him whiserping to the young human? Her fuzzy ears flitted in annoyance.

Finally, the Takeshi-person spoke again. At least he had some courtesy, although his 'apology' was less of an actual apology and more of a 'I'm an ignorant racist and proud of it'-statement which was used as an excuse to validate his behavior. Then again, that was common for these human-supremacist types. Always thinking themselves ever so high-and-mighty, not having to have common decency or manners, because they were humans and thus blah-blah-blah-blah world bleongs to them. She sighed slightly andput her hands on her hips, giving the goblin a disapproving side-eye.

[color=Lime]"Yeah, I heard the man back when [i]he[/i] introduced himself, thanks.[/color] She felt that this little goober was going to be one of those pesky jerkys who'd get on her nerves somehow. [color=lime]"And as you can all plainly see--"[/color] She used one of her mechanical arm to lightly tap the large, hulking workbench and cargo-which-lay-upon-it that was located right behind her. [color=lime]"-- I got a bit of luggage to unpack. So, thanks for offering, but I [i]really[/i] should set everything I'll need up before I go exploring an island full of monster-hating invaders [i]and[/i] locals, don't you agree?"[/color] She gave a slight sneer at the young lord as she said this.

[color=lime]]"As for that mechanical monster you mentioned, she's pretty much why I'm here. No offense, but I [i]seriously[/i] doubt anyone on this lil' island got the means to properly take care of someone like her."[/color] She relaxed her hands from her sides and the mechanical arms on her back whirred, grappling onto her cargo once again as she began moving forward, towards the exit of the temple. [color=lime]"So yeah, I'll take you up on that offer, young lord-sir. I'll get myself situated and have a look around your base here, seems like a much smarter thing to do than bolt headlong into unknown territory, yeah? Wars are won in the preparation stage, after all. But Oh--"[/color] She paused as she was halfway out the entrance. Turning her head to look back over her shoulder. [color=lime]"-- But if you're that curious about my tech, come stop by when you get back. I'm sure I'll be able to show you somethings that'll blow your mind. Good luck out there in the field~! And come back safe, yeah? I'd really hate to have travelled all the way here for nothin'."[/color] Relica finished, waving as she walked on, leaving the temple interior.

[center][i][h3]Temple Outside:[/h3][/i][/center]

[color=lime]"... ... ... The actual heck is this...?[/color]

Relica was not quite prepared for the sight she saw when exiting and stepping into the temple grounds proper. She had been told that this was where refugees and fleeing citizens of Shizuyama gathered, but she had imagined this was nothing more than a temporary stop for them. A sort of checkpoint or safe-haven-on-the-road to a more secure and Shizuyama-controlled area where they could regroup. But no. That wasn't it. This wasn't a war camp or a fortification. This was a mess.

Refugees scurrying about to and from, no organized patrols or sentries, no orderly supply-stockpile or fire-precautions... Hadn't these guys been under attack for [i]weeks!?[/i] To call the defenses flimsy - in her opinion - would be an understatement! This was [i]terrible![/i] No, it was worst than that, it was [b][i]catastrophic![/i][/b] How were these Zupanguese going to win back their own land if they couldn't even muster a decently organized and functioning base of operations? Wait... Did the brass know about this? Damn those rat-bastards, taht's why they sent her here... They must've known the state this place was in, and figured this'd be an easy way to get rid of her. Those [i]assholes[/i]. Thought they'd be all slick and smooth and pretend to care about foreign affairs while potentially getting rid of a creaking wheel in their little machine?

[color=lime]"Heh, so that'sit, huh? You just wait, you waxed-moustache creeps. I'll show you..."[/color] Relica muttered to herself, with a menacing grim grin on her face, as she pulled her stuff along.

She'd eventually settle on a location somewhat central, but a bit out of the way, from the main temple area. Corners were, after all, the best place to build stuff. She ignored any glares, scoffs or jabs sent her way - she was far too preoccupied with herself to care about these narrowminded backwater island-folk at the moment. For now, getting her workbench, and subsequently her workshop, set up was of the top priority. Once that was done, she could go and try to find this 'Ayu' with the supposed white hair, and start making some [i]suggestions[/i] to her - since apaprently she ran this whole shabang.

[color=lime]"If she hadn't been a monster-supporter she could've had a cushy position in society, huh? Hah."[/color]

The gremlin muttered to herself as she set things down, propped things up and began to get to work, using her mechanized arms to whip this way and that, pulling things out her sacks and crates atop the large metal bench, setting them down and ordering them in a practiced and routine-looking manner. Third campaign of her career, in a land where humans hated monsters, fighting against other humans, who also hated monsters. The irony was too thick here.