Jemma was… intrigued by this whole situation. Her singing had stopped around the same time as Jade’s, mostly due to the surprise of someone immediately translating a song she thought was interesting. The sensation of Leah trying to wrestle her out of the room was forgotten by a sudden burst of ‘hug it’. So the bear shape darted forward, ignoring the words being whispered by almost everyone, and [s]gently[/s] rammed its armored skull against Jade’s chest. Shards of bone and strands of fur began flying around the room, disintegrating rapidly once removed from the still living body. The bear bellowed lowly, rumbling a comforting purr not too unlike a rather large engine. Ink pulsed, and a snake-like neck and head sprouted from the hind-legs of the bear, turning to focus on Wolf and … Violet? Was that the name? Yeah it was. An echo of Wolf’s voice in her thoughts repeated the name for Jemma. The snake head turned, tilting somewhat as it focused on Vi… There was a burst of soft chuckling, before a voice echoed forth, “[color=DarkMagenta][b]You should get someone to replace or look at your joint braces. Oh! Or, or, you could probably find somethin’ in section 7 of the graves. ‘S the last place I saw some higher tech scrap![/b][/color]” Jemma chirped, ignoring the social norms of… not… commenting on someone’s cyberware without prompting. The bear leaned up, swiping a bloodless, mostly bone, tongue…? Over Jade’s cheek. “[color=DarkMagenta]I can imagine! Does she often get ‘take out’?[/color]” Questioned the whispering bear-snake thing. The question was answered for her when ‘Vi’ had started to bid her goodbyes. ‘I could call—‘ being cut off by a firm ‘No’? Made sense. Often, then, most likely, maybe, probably. Silver one… Silver Templar? The Blonde Ally? … No! It [i]had[/i] to be the other one, made out of crimson and [STRESS-FEAR-STRENGTH]. It couldn’t be the one of [BLADE-null-FOCUS]. That would be… difficult! Jemma [i]liked[/i] that one! In-so-much as the foggy memories allowed her to like it. … Oh! “[color=DarkMagenta]Speaking of which! Hey! Wolf! Hey! Hey hey hey hey—[/color]” The woman cut her off with a glare, to which both heads of Jemma’s current shape began laughing and smiling about. “[color=DarkMagenta]So can I, like… Leave? Or whatever? You didn’t necessarily make it super clear so…?[/color]” She trailed off, shrugging and bobbing the snake head about. [hr] Meanwhile, far and above the conversation hidden from the sun, a man slams his forehead into the workstation he sits at. A frustrated scream rips from his mouth, before he sits back up. [hr] Felix was having… a morning. That’s how he would describe it. He had clearly stayed up well past his ‘bedtime’ as Ion occasionally put it. Dark bags sat under his eyes, and he had kept the luminosity of his hard-light limbs at a ‘distant candle in a storm’ low. In the corner of his HUD, was an image that Ion had sent him. The time stamp had it at 6:38 AM. It was [url=https://imgur.io/a/1hyILbV]him, or at least, a heavily doctored image of him.[/url] He didn’t even own a tank top like that! … He thought. Maybe. Who knows. He rarely slept at his apartment anymore, so, eh. The biggest issue was having his face fully associated with his ‘hero’ identity. Felix hadn’t even gone out on a field mission, yet. Still had two days to go to be cleared for active duty. Above board. Legally. If Eva’s not looking. And if it definitely doesn’t involve ARES in any way, shape, or form. Yup. Back on topic. While the image kept his genuine look, it frustrated him that it was edited in such a way to make him seem so, well, suspicious? Mischievous? Gremlin-esque? Troublemaking? A definite Loki-archetype. Oh well, too late, and going through multiple different reverse image searches proved that it was a solely localized image, so, yay. A rapid, incredibly irate, message was sent and read, and responded to. With a smiley emoji. Fucking… Felix heaved a sigh and stood, snatching up the still prototype A.R.I. Module from its workstation stand. A burst of information scattered itself over his HUD, artifacted and distorted. Another failed start-up sequence. The tinker growled, setting it back down again and picking up his micro-tools. He was getting frustrated with the damn thing, and Sovereign wasn’t really able to help. Something about ‘[b]organic processing being hard to extrapolate in conjunction with inorganic processing.[/b]’ “[color=Gold][b]In simple terms?[/b][/color]” He had questioned, only to be met with, ‘[b]Computer does a fast think better than a human does a pattern-recognition think.[/b]’ Jackass. Anyways! Felix focused on the suspended module, eyebrows furrowing as he adjusted the moorings for the motherboards AGAIN. Figured that soldering them would’ve worked right? No! Fuckin’ microtech. Half of a half of a millimeter off? Guess what suddenly can’t run power as it’s supposed to! Whatever. He was in minute three, when a sudden idea sparked behind his eyes. Sai had said his speciality seemed to be prosthetics, and to angle his inventions as if they were [i]all[/i] prosthetics… What… if… Felix’ face exploded into a grin, as he rapidly began disassembling and then [i]re[/i]assembling the ARI module. In the span of ten minutes at most, a pair of what Yue would call: ‘The best damn headphones,’ replaced the wrap-around-headband chassis. Felix’ grin only widened when, with a bit of prompting on Sovereigns’ part, the boot up sequence started. [ [color=SkyBlue][i]POWER ON… SYNCHRONIZATION START… SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE. ALLOCATING… ALLOCATION COMPLETE. NOTIFICATIONS SILENCED. PROGRESS: 88% COMPLETE. PROGRESS: 92% COMPLETE. PROGRESS: 99% COMPLETE. PROGRESS: 91% COMPLETE. BOOT SEQUENCE COMPLETE. welcome to A.R.I. Augmented Reality Interface. fly with the dawn.[/i][/color] ] Yessss. He was totally going to test this out. … Buuuuut having a witness for his success would be nicer than just Sovereign. Hm. Which building did Dawn say she worked in, again? Eh. He’d just send her a text to warn her ahead of time… And maybe trace the receiving device to wherever it’s physical location within the tower was. And maybe input those coordinates into ARI. And maaaaybe… Just… Close his eyes… And… [i]Go.[/i]