Renose
BrokenPromise
Azure BubblesTatiana Lorenz + ???
“Look, all I'm saying is that the next time you're on the same battlefield as that demonic bitch, you give her a taste of her own medicine and hit her with phosgene gas. Oh! Or cover her in napalm. That'll give her a taste of her own medicine.”
Tatiana rolled her eyes, dismissive of the idea. “You really think she's going to stand around and let me cover her in napalm?"
"Of course not," the other Tatiana replied with a grin that was all too happy with the suggestion that involved fire and high explosives. "That's what cluster munitions are for. It doesn't matter how she tries to dodge if she can't."
That got the same reaction from a similarly dressed girl on the opposite side of the green skinned original, if she could be considered the original and not just one of the eldest of the clones. "Please, napalm, cluster munitions? You might as well just smoke her with a J-DAM from out of sight range? Where's the fun in that? Where's the finesse, the style? If we're stuck killing we might as well look good doing it."
"Hey! Explosions are fun! And stylish!" Cool guys, or girls, didn't look at explosions after all. And what was more fun than having the battlefield look like a Michael Bay movie?
That was one of the myriad of conversations that went on in the rented out ballroom. It was a strange sight for anyone else had they been here, but it was normal for Tatiana. All around her was...herself. Different version, different variants. For the most part they looked similar, with varying hairstyles, scars, skin color, and the like. Their personalities were where the main differences were. They may have started from the same point but all of them had their own experiences, so they had wound up in very different areas. Like Ms. Pyromaniac next to her.
Some of them were seated at tables while others milled about, sampling the food that had been prepared for them and generally enjoying the time that they had to relax, before they had to get to the war. You could tell the ones who had just come back from the front. They were a bit twitchier, their eyes scanning the room, sensitive to loud sounds. Honestly, she had to keep herself from doing that too.
At least there were plenty of stories to go around. Victories, defeats, funny stuff that happened. Tatiana had already relayed her recent battle and how that had gone, with a good laugh all around at how she had taken out the ghost cowboy, followed by annoyance and anger at the ultimate ending. Understandably they held little respect for someone who chose making it impossible for a battle to even happen as their way to win. That wasn't a test of skill or tactics, that was just a waste of everyone's time.
"Ah man, you know what I miss? Fighting with you guys," Tatiana remarked aloud after taking a sip of hr drink. "I can barely remember the last time I got to fly side by side and tag team some hulking demonic monstrosity with one of you."
"That's cause you're a big shot pilot," another Tatiana with a piercing in her ear from a bullet hole called with a grin. "She's moved up in the world. Too important for the rest of us now."
Tatiana shrugged, conceding the argument. "Yeah, I guess." She had been fighting with some pretty powerful people all told, though it still didn't seem to be enough to counter what the Demons and the Angels could throw at them. Like that one girl with the black holes. "I'm just saying, it would be nice to fight with someone who isn't a tin can or a sniper who'd blow over in a stiff breeze."
There were several nods of agreement to that, as it was a sentiment that they could understand. "Well then you're just gonna have to do a worse job and get yourself demoted."
"Not too bad though. Don't want Eos to scrap our production line. Then we'd be out of a job."
"And out of bodies. Though that's not a problem for hacker girl anyways. She likes being in the computer more than she does being in a physical body."
Tatiana sighed aloud as the arguments and jibes rolled around her, a flowing conversation as they all interacted like old friends. They had, generally speaking, the same neural networks after all, so they could generally guess what one another was thinking. Or you could just be her, and have psychic powers. That worked too.
Finishing her drink, Tatiana placed the cup down next to her before clapping her hands. It was a bit loud and she had to add a bit of psychic reinforcement to it to get the message across, but it was effective in getting everyone to quiet down and listen to her. After a few moments she was faced with a veritable sea of herself, most of them listening attentively for her to begin.
She took a deep breath before starting. "Alright, so you're all here because you heard what happened at the challenge of that Mad Scientist, the one that was supposed to be fair but probably wasn't. And now you want me to teach you all how to use the psychic powers that I got too." It made sense. They were based on the same general physical and mental parameters, so if she could do it and it was a replicable process (in order for it to be passed from one body to another) then presumably they could achieve the same feats.
She gestured back towards the table where all the drinks were. "From what I was told, all those drinks were laced with drugs that are designed to 'liberate' your mind, activating psychic potential. That will help, since to be honest I'm not entirely sure how well this is going to work." It was better to try and fail than not try at all. Hopefully the Machina didn't mind all the appropriated drugs though. Eh, it would probably be fine. They could make more.
Several of the girls nodded in approval, with a couple more cheering. "Come on, don't hold back on us now," someone in the back called. "We're all gonna need those tricks."
"I won't," Tatiana reassured them. Her gaze swept the crowd once more before giving a determined nod. "We'll break into groups for this. Follow my instructions, and we'll see if you guys can measure up to the best the Machina has to offer." At the very least, this was going to be interesting, and she set to work without hesitation.
“Look, all I'm saying is that the next time you're on the same battlefield as that demonic bitch, you give her a taste of her own medicine and hit her with phosgene gas. Oh! Or cover her in napalm. That'll give her a taste of her own medicine.”
Tatiana rolled her eyes, dismissive of the idea. “You really think she's going to stand around and let me cover her in napalm?"
"Of course not," the other Tatiana replied with a grin that was all too happy with the suggestion that involved fire and high explosives. "That's what cluster munitions are for. It doesn't matter how she tries to dodge if she can't."
That got the same reaction from a similarly dressed girl on the opposite side of the green skinned original, if she could be considered the original and not just one of the eldest of the clones. "Please, napalm, cluster munitions? You might as well just smoke her with a J-DAM from out of sight range? Where's the fun in that? Where's the finesse, the style? If we're stuck killing we might as well look good doing it."
"Hey! Explosions are fun! And stylish!" Cool guys, or girls, didn't look at explosions after all. And what was more fun than having the battlefield look like a Michael Bay movie?
That was one of the myriad of conversations that went on in the rented out ballroom. It was a strange sight for anyone else had they been here, but it was normal for Tatiana. All around her was...herself. Different version, different variants. For the most part they looked similar, with varying hairstyles, scars, skin color, and the like. Their personalities were where the main differences were. They may have started from the same point but all of them had their own experiences, so they had wound up in very different areas. Like Ms. Pyromaniac next to her.
Some of them were seated at tables while others milled about, sampling the food that had been prepared for them and generally enjoying the time that they had to relax, before they had to get to the war. You could tell the ones who had just come back from the front. They were a bit twitchier, their eyes scanning the room, sensitive to loud sounds. Honestly, she had to keep herself from doing that too.
At least there were plenty of stories to go around. Victories, defeats, funny stuff that happened. Tatiana had already relayed her recent battle and how that had gone, with a good laugh all around at how she had taken out the ghost cowboy, followed by annoyance and anger at the ultimate ending. Understandably they held little respect for someone who chose making it impossible for a battle to even happen as their way to win. That wasn't a test of skill or tactics, that was just a waste of everyone's time.
"Ah man, you know what I miss? Fighting with you guys," Tatiana remarked aloud after taking a sip of hr drink. "I can barely remember the last time I got to fly side by side and tag team some hulking demonic monstrosity with one of you."
"That's cause you're a big shot pilot," another Tatiana with a piercing in her ear from a bullet hole called with a grin. "She's moved up in the world. Too important for the rest of us now."
Tatiana shrugged, conceding the argument. "Yeah, I guess." She had been fighting with some pretty powerful people all told, though it still didn't seem to be enough to counter what the Demons and the Angels could throw at them. Like that one girl with the black holes. "I'm just saying, it would be nice to fight with someone who isn't a tin can or a sniper who'd blow over in a stiff breeze."
There were several nods of agreement to that, as it was a sentiment that they could understand. "Well then you're just gonna have to do a worse job and get yourself demoted."
"Not too bad though. Don't want Eos to scrap our production line. Then we'd be out of a job."
"And out of bodies. Though that's not a problem for hacker girl anyways. She likes being in the computer more than she does being in a physical body."
Tatiana sighed aloud as the arguments and jibes rolled around her, a flowing conversation as they all interacted like old friends. They had, generally speaking, the same neural networks after all, so they could generally guess what one another was thinking. Or you could just be her, and have psychic powers. That worked too.
Finishing her drink, Tatiana placed the cup down next to her before clapping her hands. It was a bit loud and she had to add a bit of psychic reinforcement to it to get the message across, but it was effective in getting everyone to quiet down and listen to her. After a few moments she was faced with a veritable sea of herself, most of them listening attentively for her to begin.
She took a deep breath before starting. "Alright, so you're all here because you heard what happened at the challenge of that Mad Scientist, the one that was supposed to be fair but probably wasn't. And now you want me to teach you all how to use the psychic powers that I got too." It made sense. They were based on the same general physical and mental parameters, so if she could do it and it was a replicable process (in order for it to be passed from one body to another) then presumably they could achieve the same feats.
She gestured back towards the table where all the drinks were. "From what I was told, all those drinks were laced with drugs that are designed to 'liberate' your mind, activating psychic potential. That will help, since to be honest I'm not entirely sure how well this is going to work." It was better to try and fail than not try at all. Hopefully the Machina didn't mind all the appropriated drugs though. Eh, it would probably be fine. They could make more.
Several of the girls nodded in approval, with a couple more cheering. "Come on, don't hold back on us now," someone in the back called. "We're all gonna need those tricks."
"I won't," Tatiana reassured them. Her gaze swept the crowd once more before giving a determined nod. "We'll break into groups for this. Follow my instructions, and we'll see if you guys can measure up to the best the Machina has to offer." At the very least, this was going to be interesting, and she set to work without hesitation.