[center][h3]Relica[/h3][/center]
[@PaulHaynek], [@Rezod92], [@The Irish Tree]
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Relica let out a tired sigh. It seemed her old battle sister had finally come to her senses. That was good. Between the Automaton' and the hornet, there was enough firepower and magic to easily turn the hamlet into a smoking post-tornado disaster zone. She was just thankful tha--

[color=lime]"Fweh?"[/color] Kerry just grabbed her shirt.

She was told to keep her mouth shut.

Then she was airborne.

The prior request was not going to be fulfilled.

[color=lime]"[b]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!![/b]"[/color]

Attempts at flailing proved quite fruitless, as her short legs couldn't really kick the hornet as she was being held like a grocery bag. Unfortunately, Kerry's decision to grab Relica by her shirt - which wasn't meant to be grabbed and used as leverage - caused the gremlin's rather plump torso-taters to eventually pop out of their usually restrained position.

So, now she was being hauled through the air by her old friend, with her melons free from the oppression of her garments, while screaming her lungs out as the pair zoomed towards whatever destination Kerry ad in mind.

Granted, she could've used her robotic octo-arms to restrain Kerry... But doing that, in mid-air, at this height... Well, let's just say that neither Relica's rotor-contraption nor her jump-boots would be enough to shoulder their combined weight and keep them from being pancaked on the ground below...

So for now all she could do was endure and-

[color=lime]"[b]AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"[/b][/color]

[center][i]Later that very same [b]AAAAAAHHH![/b], at the Temple.[/i][/center]

Finally having landed and being freed from her sudden kidnapper. Relica was busy being on all fours, panting and breathing ungracefully and in a raspy, ragged manner. The gremlin eventually caught herself back to a reasonable state where she could muster the strength to get off the dirt and stand back up, still not aware that her blouse bunnies were free and joyfully showing off the everything and everyone around her. She was a bit too focused on Kerry at the moment to pay much attention to anything else.

[color=lime]"What the actual heck, Ker."[/color] Relica said, a scowl and anger in her eyes. [color=lime]"You [i]still[/i] gonna fight her? I know you're pissed, I am too y'know!, but what're you gonna get outta beating her up, huh? Satisfaction that yoo pounded a cripple into the ground? And what the hell's the deal with that coin pouch, where'd you even get it!?"[/color] Relica's first statement was more a sincere inquiry, while the latter was a less sicnere one. It didn't take a genius-level intellect to figure out where a purse of coins, that the hornet hadn't had on her before, had suddenly come from.

After waiting and, probably, listening to Kerry's response. The gremlin sighed and rubbed her tmeple.

[color=lime]"Fine, whatever... I'm gonna go get things ready to repair Eula once she gets back... I'll probably need to use more stuff than I'd planned since you're gonna be like this. [i]Awesome[/i], just what I nee- Hey, is it breezy here, ya think?"[/color]

Relica looked around. Then looked down.

[i]Boing~[/i]

[i]Hello~![/i]

... ... ...

[color=lime]"[b]CURRY YOU IDIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!![/b]"[/color]

A tomato-headed gremlin than ran off with remarkable speed from the hornet's side, shielding her bosom from the harsh and probably not lecherous stares of others, as she dashed to her sanctuary for protection. Well, her workbench. Same thing, really. Seemed she'd need to fix more than just Eula's arm.

[center][i]Moments later, at her wortkstation[/i][/center]

Muttering an untold amount of curses under her breaht, Relica was going through her sack o' knacks to get set up for her eventual patient. She'd managed to fix the shirt-situation, so that was good at least, but her mind was a bit more focused on the apparent scuffle between her buddy and the automaton-girl. She would've liked to talk Kerry out of it, but knowing the hornet, there really wasn't going to be a way to do that. She'd always been head-strong and stubborn like that, even back then... Which was probably why they'd been at each others throats so often back when they first met.

Hopefully, the mercenary could reel it in a little better these days, and wouldn't go too far. The thought of adding injuries and damage onto the already battered Automaton casued a twinge of pain in Relica's chest. Honestly. She'd explained all of this to Kerry back in the days... But that stubborn muscle-head was so damn stubborn, she probably even forgot.

Having a voice inside your head that told you what t do, no matter what you wanted yourself... Being a golem or automaton was a hard life... Being created with free will, with emotions and with wants and desires of your own, but rarely if ever getting the opportunity to act on or express them... it was just unfair. Relica scowled again and angrily slammed her gloved hand onto the workbench's surface.

Which only served to hurt her hand and cause her to comedically grab it and swear a lot. Loudly.

Once the pain had subsided and she was relatively calm again, she gave her position a bit of thought. It was very likely that the mother and brat from that village were going to spread accusations about herself and kerry, and the other villagers weren't likely gonna do them any favors on that front. The monk might be willing to look the other way, givne how much of a softie he'd seemed to be, but she wouldn't put it past the guy to throw them under the carriage after this. She sighed deeply. If it came down to it, she'd just have to suck it up and shoulder the blame for this herself, hopefully, as the latest addition to the Taskforce and a relative unknown, the locals could just peg her as a volatile and untrustworthy monster, rather than having the whole group's efforts up until now undermined.

But that was a best case scenario, and if wars had taught the gremlin anyhting, it was that the best scare scenario rarely ever happened. Especially when monster-hating humans were involved.

With a bunch of parts, bits and bobs now assorted and laid out on her workbench, all the gremlin could do was sit and wait. Well, not entirely true. She remembered the scuffle with the Varjan patrol and quickly unlinked her damaged drone. At least she could tinker and fix this up while she had nothing else to do.