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Laying there in the ground and rubble, Siegmund just stared up at the sky above him, his memory banks trying to recall the memory or imagery he had just witnessed. Though as he tried to replay the situation, or even the events of fighting with Cynthia, nothing came up. He could see himself rushing towards Cynthia, and then.. nothing. No memory, just an empty gap of time lapse, roughly one minute, forty three seconds long. What was this sensation of not knowing a segment of time? Why did it bring.. concern to his processors? A shadow hung over his view, blocking out the sky briefly as his one still intact visual oculus fixated on Cynthia's face. She seemed to be showing signs of concern, but finding that Golems did not in fact bleed, he knew she would be ok. His arm lifted slightly, as he gave a thumbs up, a bit of static surging, making his hand twitch slightly. "Systems are stabilized. Only a sixty three percent decrease in my structural set up. 'Tis but a Flesh Wound' is the term I have been told before." A brief smirk on his face indicated the attempt of humor, but quickly returned to his rather emotionless expression. "Sufficient data was gathered for my analysis. Was I able to supply an adequate challenge for your tastes?"


❤Ί don't want to set the Ⱳorld on fire
I just want to start a Ƒlame in your ℌeart ❤


Hearing Cynthia call the fight off at this moment, Siegmund began to notice his severed arm being brought over. She seemed amused by the notion, but began mentioning some 'vision' he had seen. How could she have seen what he saw, recall what he couldn't. "My memory cores has no recollection of the source of this 'event' you are referring to. Last clocked visual cue was charging towards you, then reactivating here on the ground." It truly baffled him, but he figured she knew what she was talking about. She spoke about 'others' getting into his brain, as Siegmund only blinked. Could they access memories he had no access to? Giving a nod to her final question, she had asked if he could stand. "Sensors indicate standing up is a potential risk, standing at only a forty nine percent chance of not toppling, but risks are meant to be taken." As she gave him room, Siegmund put his hand to the ground, shoving himself over onto his stomach. The uneven ground around him made it easier to get up onto his legs, which upon further inspection had lost much of the exterior plating on the right shin. Metallic core bars could be seen, arranged surprisingly like a metal skeletal system. Planting his feet firmly, Siegmund slowly rose up, reaching over and picking up the retrieved arm and cradling it with his good arm.


❤In my ℌeart I have but one Đesire
And that one is Ɏou, no Øther will do❤


Stepping out of the destruction he apparently caused, Siegmund was.. slow to move. The furnace wasn't burning as bright as it could, and thus function was reduced to a slow crawl in most aspects. Turning to look to Cynthia, he asked a question. "Does the school have a mechanic?"

Antonette paused as she entered the grounds of the school. A curious electrical feeling going over her that didn’t quite hurt but didn’t quite tickle either. Frowning she reached up and touched the side of the sunglasses she wore. ”Val, what the heck was that?” she spoke aloud waiting for a response that never came. Panic took over the girls features after mere moments of not getting a response. Setting down her bag next to her she immediately whipped around her book bag and started rummaging through it.

While doing so she didn’t notice the faint rustling of paper as it fluttered down towards her until something smacked against the side of her head. Growling audibly she was about to toss the trash away from her as she waited for her laptop that she had pulled from her bag to boot up. However, the paper seemed to cling to her skin and wouldn’t let go. Shaking her hand vigorously she cried out in frustration before ripping the letter looking thing open. Out dropped a piece of paper and some other odds and ends. Blinking in confusion she paused to read the letter. Just reading the first paragraph made her angry. Turning around she reached out and sure enough she felt the barrier beneath her fingers. Was that the electrical charge she had felt before? Turning back to the letter she read on….

She couldn’t contact anyone outside of the barrier? Her face visibly paled as she realized that was why Val wasn’t responding to her. Val was on the internet but now since she was cut off… She would have to find a way to upload Val here, because surely they had wifi here…. Reading more it was confirmed that they had an internal network. Setting the stupid letter aside for a moment Toni immediately set to work pulling up Val’s files and uploading them. She was bound and determined to upload Val to their network. As she got the process started she sat back and picked up the letter again.

She shouldn’t have picked the letter back up. Her blood ran cold… to leave this place she had to fall in love and get married? What the fuck kind of place was this? What had she agreed to? She started to hyperventilate as her eyes quickly read more. They had already roomed her with a fiancé? What was this some kind of multiversal dating service?!

Pulling up the map of the school her eyes scanned over it trying to make sense of it all. The overall underlying threats in this acceptance letter were utterly outrageous! They would take care of her? Did they even care? It sure as hell didn’t sound like it. Reading the rules she couldn’t help but start to see red around the edges of her vision. Barely registering that she was looking at a ring box she flicked it open to see the ring. They were fucking serious?! They had been watching her for her whole life?! The class list barely crossed her mind as she shoved the items in her backpack just in time to realize that her bag was gone and in it’s place was a note that said it was in her dorm. Glancing at the number she felt like she wanted to scream but also to start throwing things. Instead she started to hack. Once Val’s upload was finished she heard her wonderful friends voice in her ear. ”Toni? What happened? I lost you for a moment.”

”I know Val. You’re on the schools Network now. Apparently we can’t leave this place until I fall in love and marry someone.” Looking back at the map as she pulled it back out. ”This is the school map Val. Upload it to your memories and can you give me a scan of the school?” She could see Val copying the file to her systems but she seemed to be having trouble with the scan of the school.

”We have no access to satellites here. I do detect some kind of sensor structures that are very outdated. I’ll scan as you walk around and start building a model of the school. Perhaps you should start with looking for your room? Is there some kind of other place where we can look up information of what this place has?”

Val’s voice was soothing but frustrating all at once. Collecting her things Toni stood and shouldered the backpack. With a grunt she started heading towards the massive building in front of her. She was terrified but she was also really mad. People usually didn’t like her when she was mad.

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Seeing that grin on Cynthia's face made a momentary grin appear on his face as well, a bit of static jumping as the remaining synthetic flesh was stretched tightly. At least his sparring partner was an understanding one. Letting him get up as he needed, Siegmund only looked to Cynthia with a blank expression, hearing her voice show concern for the situation. She seemed rather worried by the facial expressions she showed him. Something taken from him? Siegmund let his processors scour for anything he could recall being stolen from him in his past. When nothing short of a shift back at his previous residence arose, Siegmund concluded that, whatever this memory was, it was before the reset. "These key words do not register any recent memories, thoughts or emotions capable of such a blast. However.." His voice trailed off, a rather unusual feature for him to do, especially at a time like this. His systems were indicating the approach of extreme caution when informing others of this faulty mechanism. He could trust Cynthia, she knew partly what it could do anyways. Turning his head back to face her, Siegmund carried on where he left off. "My current activation period has only been seven years, forty three days, nine hours and forty two seconds. Prior to that time, all core processors were shut down. All accessible records have been deleted and removed." Pausing for a moment, he looked to his severed arm, holding it up and inspecting the wrist. "Based upon a radiometric dating analysis, my calculations estimate my original construction date was roughly three hundred ninety seven years ago. Any events between my construction and my most recent activation are inaccessible."

❤Ί don't want to set the Ⱳorld on fire
I just want to start a Ƒlame in your ℌeart ❤

So many questions seemed to run through his processors, each ending in less than favorable outcomes or lower than adequate results. Should a mechanic be around however, Siegmund could have at least a thirty percent increase to any outcome to fully function after an inspection. Alas, Cynthia's words didn't shine any light on the matter. Unsure if they had an actual mechanic, Siegmund seemed unmoved by the notion, but if he had been capable of emotion, he'd have sighed in disappointment. "Pity. I shall have to attend work like this then. Make some adjustments to routine until further reconstruction can be done." Making his way for the exit, Siegmund made a light bow of his head, unsure if doing any more would cause more parts to fall off. "I thank you for this opportunity to 'Spar' Cynthia. I look forward to a 'rematch' at some point." Taking his leave at this point, Siegmund made his way, slowly, towards the bar.


❤In my ℌeart I have but one Đesire
And that one is Ɏou, no Øther will do❤


Despite his best intentions, Siegmund wasn't able to keep all his parts fully intact during his trip. A few pieces of plating fell from various sections during his trip, a bit of wiring here or there, and the pinky finger of his severed hand even fell down as he descended the stairs into the bar. The bartender currently on duty just stared in shock at Siegmund's current status, but as Siegmund dismissed him from his duties, he left in an a hurry. Setting his severed arm on the counter, Siegmund slipped behind the counter, grabbing the drawer containing backup uniforms. With his all torn and tattered from the spar match, he needed to change. Getting dressed with only one arm was.. challenging, but after a good while he was able to do so. Tucking the unfilled sleeve within the vest, Siegmund set about analyzing the objects around him, trying to find something suitable to use as a prosthetic. Picking up a whisk, he stared at it for a good while, pondering the applications such a tool could provide for his use.

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

Toni stopped on her mission to enter the building as she heard someone shouting ‘Hey, hey you’ Half turning she sighed and waited for the guy to catch up to her. Once he did he bombarded her with questions and it made her frown. Did she look like someone who knew everything? Then again…. Most generally she did. Ash colored eyes roamed over the boy in front of her for a moment as he spoke but once he finished she tilted her head. Shifting to face him fully she adjusted her backpack and tried to recall all of his questions. ”Well, everyone here is stuck here. According to that letter anyway.” She pointed to the letter in his hand. Hers was currently in her backpack. ”I have no clue where we are besides it’s a place called Heartless Academy. I just arrived here too. Do you always ask so many questions?” She pondered out loud. She normally didn’t mind so many questions but right now she wanted to figure out where the rest of her stuff was. Reaching up she touched her ear lightly. There were small machines in them that resembled hearing aids. They weren’t really, they were auditory devices so she could adjust sound around her to hear better, but also a way for Val to constantly talk to her. Rubbing the bridge of her nose she moved the glasses she wore slightly. They weren’t prescription but they were there as a display for Val. She needed to come up with a better way but this was as good as it got for the moment. ”Well Cyan, I’m Toni. I’m not sure if I can help you find your way around, but I suppose you can tag along with me. We can be lost together. I’m wondering around so that Val can create a model of the school and scan it for a better representation. Because of the schools block to the outside I’ve lost satilite signal which blocks her from scanning the entire place. Rather frustrating.” Looking around Toni could see as Val scanned the things around her adding them to her memory banks. Val was also trying to work her way through the schools network. There was a lot of code that was unfamiliar to them.

Blinking and thinking that she had started talking about Val without introducing him she looked back to Cyan. ”Val is an AI that I built. Say hello Val.” A small whirring sound could be heard as a speaker activated on the side of Toni’s backpack turning on. A voice came out suddenly, ”Hello Cyan. I am Valerie. Toni and I are looking for the dorms right at the moment. May I see the map you received? I would like to compare it to the one that Toni showed me. Was there a particular place you wanted to go? I could have Toni write a directional line on your map if it varies from our own course.” Toni Reached back and hit something on her backpack turning off the speaker. ”Stop volunteering me for stuff Val. She grumbled under her breath before looking up at him and laughing sheepishly.

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Still analyzing the whisk in hand, Siegmund wasn't sure if this bar held the appropriate tools he would need to do a self reconstruction.. or if he even had the ability to do this task. Aside from that, there were other flaws to his initial considerations, such as the different variations in metals compared to his body and the metals in this whisk. While it was mostly constructed of either a stainless steel or alloy, Siegmund's own metallic body was composed of a rare metal known only to his original homeworld. Informed by the inhabitants of that locale, it was a metal that was near impossible to melt with conventional sources of heat, relying solely on a unique kind of fire to even begin to liquefy the material. Setting down the whisk, Siegmund calculated that this academy had only a forty seven percent chance of carrying such a source of heating elements in its perimeters. Tack welding was going to have to be his solution..


❤Ί don't want to set the Ⱳorld on fire
I just want to start a Ƒlame in your ℌeart ❤


Considering the chance to leave his post to seek assistance, the sound of someone descending the stairs halted any further thoughts on the matter. The sound of a female voice, a booming one at that, soon filled the ambiance of the bar. "Greetings dear customer, welcome to the Heartless academy bar. Please, have a seat up at the bar." Gesturing with his still attached arm, a bit of smoke billowed from his void of an eye socket. Hearing this unconfirmed individual speak his name, along with questioning his condition, Siegmund blinked, a lack of emotion across his face. "Ah yes, my current condition is less than standard for the normal day to day routine. Accepted invitation to 'spar' with fellow faculty member prior to work shift. Miscalculations led to.. Undesirable scenarios, and spar was called off." His eye shifted to the pinky Zila was carrying. "Ah yes, part A four hundred thirty seven. It seems you have located it for me." His hand gestured to the severed arm on the counter next to him, waving over it for her to place the pinky finger along with the other parts. "Rest assured that any and all spirits can and will be served up, regardless of lack of appendages." He had a job to do after all.


❤In my ℌeart I have but one Đesire
And that one is Ɏou, no Øther will do❤


When the question of it being a normal event for golems to lose parts came out, Siegmund blinked again. "It depends on the origins or functionality of the golem. My sole purpose was undetermined upon my reactivation, but it seems this construct has a familiarity to combat, as previous investigations of deterred." His head looked down to his severed arm, before looking back to Zila. "Though I suppose that doesn't answer the question you were asking." Whether it was a joke or not, Siegmund was taking her question seriously. Once her name was given, Siegmund nodded his head ever so slightly. "Acknowledged. Had the services here been on a charged or tab foundation, such notions would be wavered for those in service. Regardless, what can I do for you?" He placed his hand on the counter, ready to serve.

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

Toni didn’t quite understand why the boy was apologizing. She had already forgotten about her comment about his questions. Blinking she listened and well could understand his worries. ”Yeah well apparently the being stuck here part is for everyone. I was told the same thing, and that they had already picked someone out for me.” she scoffed at this, and shook her head. How could they do such a thing?

Seeing him get slightly jumpy when Val was talking Toni lifted an eyebrow before nodding to his question confused. ”Yes, an AI.” his next question caught her off guard but only for a moment before her mind went into overdrive. This school had pulled her from her own home and well Cyan had mentioned something similar happened to him. Of course it could do that, but how? Looking around she wondered back to the barrier around the school and what powered it? ”Val, have you gotten into those towers yet?” she spoke out loud. “Yes, Toni.” Val replied in her ear. ”Good. Use them to scan as much of the school as you can and start digging for a mainframe. I want to know where and when we are. Start a count of people too. Catalog style.” Toni barked off orders to her friend and watched in her glasses as Val went to work.

Looking back to Cyan she smiled softly. “You have a point that we may not be from the same time or place. I’m having Val look into it.” Looking down at his map she registered his other question about time. “Well time is a relevant term and something humans use as a concept to make themselves feel better and more in control. So it’s possible, I can’t say for now though.” She shrugged waiving off his apology about being so flustered. Since he was heading to his dorm it wouldn’t be bad to check to make sure her stuff really had been taken to hers. Val immediately pulled up a guided display on her glasses telling her which way to go.

Clicking her tongue as she thought she made a follow me motion with her hand as she started to walk into the building and through the hallways. “I’m not sure how many there are yet. Val is still running her search. The place is big enough for quite a few and given how many dorms are… with their previous statement of us being roomed with someone else… I would venture to say several.” When he asked about where she was from and how she felt about the whole thing she had to think for a moment. How did she feel about all of this? “I’m from Stane City. I would say I feel cautious. It’s not new to me to be in a new environment or to be in a place that makes me uncomfortable. Those are norms for me. It’s the not being able to have satellite access that is unsettling. It leaves Val virtually blind until we can hack their system.” Turning a corner she brought them to the hallway that was for the dorms. “I’m in number Nine. Which one are you in?”

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Zila Novak the security guard seemed.. enthusiastic about her job. Was that the definition he was looking for? Siegmund wasn't quite sure, as part of his processors had been damaged in the brawl with Cynthia. Aside from that, it seemed she was more casual business than standardized business, noting her attire, her posture, and her refusal to sit. Siegmund could comprehend these actions, but they didn't compute. "A test of strength, prowess, and skill was the goal for the spar, and the limitations of both parties was contested. An unforeseen variable was the causality of my current condition it seems." Deeming these adequate answers for the questions propagated onto him, Siegmund reached for a towel to clean the counter with, when a student wandered into the bar itself. "Greetings dear customer, I am.." He was greeting Iain, only to be cut off by Zila, hearing her greet and then address the student on the matter of Siegmund providing service at a later time. Head turning to face Zila directly, Siegmund showed no emotion on the matter, but internally his processors were trying to compute why the security guard was retaining him from doing his job currently. Was he not in adequate enough condition to fulfill his duties? Zila received a few rapid blinking of Siegmund's eyes in retaliation to her words, the very essence of them being a bit of a confusion for the golem. "Do I appear incapable of performing my duties? I have been instructed to serve this academy with drinks and sustenance, yet currently I am being informed I am not 'capable' of continuing my tasks." If he was able to show emotion, perhaps he would be angry or upset? Siegmund wasn't sure what status he would be in right now.


❤Ί don't want to set the Ⱳorld on fire
I just want to start a Ƒlame in your ℌeart ❤


As another student arrived, Siegmund was about to jump in and serve the individual, but as Zila prevented him from doing his job yet again, Siegmund could feel the fire in his furnace flicker a little smaller. What's more, this new customer simply GRABBED the liquor for himself! Was Siegmund's duties here obsolete? Was he unneeded? Processors on the fritz now to understand his actual place here now, he was cut off his processing train to hear Jack, the newer customer, comment on the alcohol and his drinking 'partner's lack of familiarity to a bar. Iain seemed to dislike the drinks here, another blow to Siegmund's current mindset. He wasn't needed, and like most tools that outlasted their usage, he would be trashed right?


❤In my ℌeart I have but one Đesire
And that one is Ɏou, no Øther will do❤


Zila seemed dead set on assisting Siegmund, remarking on the well being of students and faculty alike being her jurisdiction. Looking to her, his face showing unphased by any of his mental calculations, Siegmund simply blinked. "Understandable. But, as a tool, I am failing at doing my task currently, but it appears I am not even needed here." Reaching over to grab his severed arm and the detached pinky finger, Siegmund looked to the door Zila was motioning to. "You desire to help reassemble my construct? Yes, we have a back room here, though I see no concern to worry about the customers. Seeing as I am obsolete now." His processors weren't going to drop that reality easily, now that it was shown in full perspective. What good was a bartender if anyone could just get their own drinks?

Leading Zila into the small back room, Siegmund left the door partially open behind them and listened as Zila ask further questions. Offering up his arm as she requested information on a full scale examination of the damage, Siegmund remained silent until asked more questions. "Plasma would be the most preferred source of heating apparatus to repair this kind of damage, as the metals I am composed of can withstand intense heats naturally." He began pointing to various locations on his body, speaking as he did so. "Replacement plating, fiber optics and industrial glass will be needed for cosmetic repairs, along with synthetic flesh to 'humanize' my head console. I see no reason for the school to carry such supplies however, as they would serve no purpose to others besides constructs such as myself." His head tilted to the side at Zila's 'joke' trying to contemplate what she was meaning by that. "I have no strong feelings in either direction of the emotional spectrum over this situation. It is problematic but provides a chance for mechanical repair or maintenance."

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

Toni nodded as Cyan said that time was confusing. ”It’s a big wibbly wobelly, timey wimey thing.” she said quoting one of her favorite tv shows. ”You get used to it when you deal with it on a day to day.” she said referring to his dislike of math and science. She lived and breathed science and math. Thinking about the other students that were here she inhaled deeply. ”I’m not sure what they are like but just like normal people, not everyone is nice or willing to help.” she shrugged again thinking about it all. She didn’t like the fact that they were stuck. She didn’t like that she was to be roomed and forced to marry someone she didn’t know… It was very depressing to her and it made her itch to burry herself into her work.

As they moved through the hallways he said he had never heard of Stane City. That was odd. It was the largest and most well known city compared to the nations capital. Looking over her shoulder at him she considered him. ”What City are you from? And as for Val hacking everything… well we are running into some issues. There is new coding that neither of us have seen before. It’s changing as well. So we will have to be careful of it. Usually when I have seen coding that changes it has alarms or triggers built in. I don’t want to tip off the wrong people that I’m poking around in their stuff.” She didn’t know what the laws were here for hacking or even if she could hack this code. Which the mere thought of not being able to set her teeth grinding.

As they came to the room and he said room nine as well she grimaced unintentionally. Not because she didn’t like the idea of being roomed with him…. He seemed nice enough, but that it seemed too coincidental to not be planned. As he asked if she wanted to enter together she frowned but nodded.

Noting that he did not have to use a key to open the door she wondered if it was linked to their DNA or finger prints. Was it coded to specifically them or would they have to worry about random people walking into their room? Looking around the room as she entered into the room and assessed the interior. Not in the least what she would have picked but it could be described as cozy. Walking further in she sat her backpack down on the island and saw yet another letter with her name on it. Looking concerned she picked it up and opened it. Scanning through the letter she was being told that some of her equipment was not to be kept in her dorm room but that she had been supplied with a workshop that not many of the other students knew about. ”Dammit. They moved some of my belongings. Deeming them unsafe for the dorm area. So they’ve put them into some workshop or something.” she was absolutely livid that they would tell her that her things would be in the room but in reality they were somewhere else in the school. She would often spend sleepless nights working on her projects. How was she supposed to do that if she couldn’t have the stuff here in this room?

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It seemed that whatever vocabulary used by Siegmund had shifted gears in Zila, as her smile soon vanished from her expression. What was running through her head? The curiosity was soon peaked however when Zila seemed to answer what he was pondering, expressing a statement about considering his clientele. Why hadn't such a factor been analyzed for this situation? Back at homeworld, such an issue was just overridden by the lack of materials to repair him after dangerous events, but here... there were children about! As if to conceal his face, his still attached hand reached up, covering the exposed eye socket and dangling synthetic skin. "My apologies.. it seems I still have much to learn from this facility about moral codes, dress codes, and overall present-ability." Was this shame he felt for being a failure at work? Or was he just doing what he could to prevent any further issues for the students? As there were now two clients serving themselves at the bar, Siegmund knew he'd need to resolve this issue soon enough. Her booming voice resonated in the barroom, a rather unique feature to do such a task in a room such as this. She informed him of her own perspective on his status, of him not being a tool. A rather cold smirk came across his face for a split second, before vanishing again. It seemed someone wasn't fully aware of a golem's task.


❤Ί don't want to set the Ⱳorld on fire
I just want to start a Ƒlame in your ℌeart ❤


Stating the obvious of his lack of necessity to being at work got a rather odd response out of Zila. Self confidence? Was this something he was in need of? Was it some form of commodity? Regardless of what it was, Siegmund only spoke facts and figures while escorting her to the back room. "I am only stating the analysis results that I have conducted. I am unaware of this 'self confidence' you speak of Ms. Novak." His voice was clear and unwavering in any form of emotion, but perhaps his posture or reactions to situations was leading to her conclusions? It definitely was something to look into later he figured. After they had separated themselves from the students and Siegmund had offered his responses, Zila seemed to resort back to her previous emotional disposition on the matter. She believed the school had access to such supplies? "As a fellow faculty member I will have to take your word on the matter of this topic. Perhaps an investigation for supplies, parts, and equipment is needed." She seemed to be an interesting individual, an organic figure that had a radiance of possibly being something... bigger.


❤In my ℌeart I have but one Đesire
And that one is Ɏou, no Øther will do❤


His theories seemed to be confirmed as Zila gave a now proper introduction of herself. A Goddess of sorts, much like Khnumra correct? The concept of wishes however was an intriguing factor, the yearning desire to obtain something, whether a matter of speech or physical possession, in the form of devotion to an unseen force. It seemed this Zila Novak was declaring herself to be the manifestation of that said force. As she gave her example of her existence being similar to his role at the bar, Siegmund silently calculated all the factors internally. This Zila Novak had no reason for producing a lie to him, and therefore he found no reason to deny or decline her statement. The following factor however seemed to stir some internal unidentified variables, was he desiring a wish for his own identity? Such extreme options wouldn't make sense for the time being, so all processors on the subject stopped, focusing on Zila's words instead.

She wished to help him with his situation, and all he had to do was believe in her? Not only her, but to believe in her ability to be ABLE to help him? Siegmund brought his hand to his chin, letting himself contemplate over this situation. Following her orders would mean a better chance to socialize with the other faculty, a chance be part of some form of group, and to appease another. The disadvantages.. well, none came into consideration. While a million frames of data streamed through his head, the actual length of time that elapsed was only seconds, before his hand dropped from his chin. "Understood. I see no reason to doubt both your existence, nor your ability to help with the matter Ms. Novak." Figuring he had to actually SAY what he was analyzing, he cleared his throat, a bit of smoke escaping the small holes in his plating both in his face and his neck. "Ahem.. I, Siegmund Gole, do hereby believe in Zila Novak, Goddess of Wishes, and not only that, in her divine ability to mend my current stasis of disarray." Figuring that to be a good enough to help her out, Siegmund shifted his attention to the door, to the bar on the other side. "If I may inquire a word in the subject at hand, could I request assistance in finishing the rest of my shift? To act as a more 'approachable figure' while I arrange the customers drinks." Maybe she could help him out for a bit, at least until his replacement was able to arrive.

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

Toni glanced up at Cyan from the note that she had read. ”Well….” she laughed softly rubbing the side of her head in thought. ”That depends on what you are talking about. The parts by themselves are more or less harmless. It’s what I do with them.” Clicking her tongue she moved around and set her backpack down on the desk. She had probably tell him. ”I’m what you call a mechanic of sorts. I build things. My family owned a corporation that built and sold weapons. I was one of our top researchers. Mechanical things come naturally to me.” she didn’t like the thought of sharing so much with him but if they were going to be roomed together. He was going to see it sooner or later and well… at least this way he would be able to understand part of it.

Wondering around the room she poked her head into the different rooms she came back out as he asked if she wanted to go find other students and socialize or see if they had tips for them. Looking back at the map she had at the start she saw a newly added door in the gym. That hadn’t been there before…. She thought as she looked up at him. ”I’m not sure about the whole socializing thing. Not many people like to spend a lot of time around me. Especially if they’ve heard of the family company before. So finding the place that they stored my stuff would be nice. It says on the map that there is a door in the gym.” that was so odd. Listening to his answer about where he was from Val gave a positive indicator on her glasses. They knew where Seattle was. Hearing his request about sharing information she considered him for a moment. Her ash colored eyes sizing him up. ”Only if you share information with us as well. I’ll see if I can make you a visor or app for your phone if it still works. So did you want to hang out here or go explore a bit more?” she asked curiously.

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Pride? Confidence? These concepts were foreign to personal execution for an inorganic creation such as himself, but it was a variable factored into organic life. Siegmund seemed to just be staring at Zila as she explained it all, regarding his necessity to reevaluate his way of thinking. Was that a plausible program he could do? Perhaps he needed to learn more in this world than he originally had figured. "Understood. I shall begin my process of changing my views and calculating algorithms thusly." He remained emotionless in facial expression as ever, but the heat from inside his furnace radiated to his shoulder at the hand Zila patted him with. Though touch wasn't a sense he was able to experience, he could still make note of the pressure her hand put on his shoulder. She seemed to radiate a presence of just simply being there about her, something that would require further studies to understand.

Curious to see the results of him accepting her as being a Goddess of some formality was intriguing, and definitely a process he questioned internally to peak his own interest. When he declared his belief for her, the smile on her face was.. intriguing. Often times organic life smiled when they were happy. Was that something he could work on? Regardless, her process and procedure afterwards was amusing, his own head tilting to the side as hers did. Was she entering some form of trance? A meditative stance to hone her 'powers'? Whatever this position was, she only remained in it for a moment, before grabbing her phone and showing it to him. His still intact eye scanned the screen, inputting all the data she was producing and sharing within nanoseconds. If she looked close enough, a bit of fanning lights could be see physically scanning the phone screen itself. She soon switched it to a photo of a new student, someone Siegmund had yet to meet. Antoinette Vanko was this students name, and as Zila instructed taking her along to this hidden workshop, Siegmund blinked. A student was to be his repairman? "Acknowledged. I thank you for this information Zila Novak."


❤Ί don't want to set the Ⱳorld on fire
I just want to start a Ƒlame in your ℌeart ❤


Watching his arm and all the extra dismantled parts vanish from sight, Siegmund wondered where all the supplies he'd used previously had come from. In a sense they had to be stored somewhere else, only to be teleported to the location they were needed. Were there thousands of cups somewhere in an inaccessible room, just waiting to teleport to a table? What about the spoons or even drink umbrellas that some patrons wanted in their martinis? A stack of useless data nonetheless, but one that provoked intrigue.

Shifting his intention to Zila, Siegmund asked if she would help him end his shift, offering up his stump of an arm, the shirt material draping helplessly from it. "Could you tie this up as well? It seems my previous knot came undone during the early parts of work." Once the help was provided, Siegmund nodded in her offer to join festivities next door. "I have no prior contracts or commitments, so my presence for procuring drinks can be used again." After they figured out the things that needed to be finished up, Siegmund led them back out into the main room of the bar, as he began to serve up a few drinks and clean. He would let Zila actually deliver the drinks to the customers as he remained behind the counter and mixed them. Using a shaker in one hand was easy for him, though required a few extra steps to pour the drink proper.


❤In my ℌeart I have but one Đesire
And that one is Ɏou, no Øther will do❤


With the work shift over, Siegmund wiped up the last of his minuscule mess and joined Zila's side. "Preparations have been completed, I am ready to join in this 'pool party' you have spoken of." He nodded, before hearing the sound of someone approaching the bar room. Head on a swivel, he spotted another female organic lifeform, quickly addressing Zila Novak in a manner of asking a question. Seemed this one also knew of Zila being a Goddess of wishes, as her words leaned heavily towards needing a wish. The instant she addressed Siegmund however, a puff of smoke escaped the vents in his neck. She knew his name already? It seemed word traveled fast in this place. Looking to Zila before they ventured in, Siegmund's eyes fixated on the water in the middle of the room. Water and him didn't mix.

Seeing the one known as Clementine speaking to another individual, whom Siegmund didn't know as well, he factored in concern over the situation. Was he going to be asked to get INTO the water? Such a request would provide problems, and his calculations began escalating. An analysis showed rough estimate of eighty seven point three percent chance of causing a commotion if he entered the water. Overhearing the one who asked the questions earlier mention the word cooking, Siegmund seemed to chime up."If you are requiring a cook, I can volunteer. My primary functions here in Heartless Academy are serving spirits and cooking food." He took a definitive step forward as he spoke, was this an action of pride? He wasn't sure, but whatever he could do to avoid getting on or near the water was the course he would take today.

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

Toni looked at Cyan as he sat on the couch. He seemed comfortable there. She nodded as he questioned her statement of her being a mechanic. It was obvious though that he hadn’t quite heard everything that she had said. ”I build weapons, suits of armor, programming, and generally anything technological.” she wasn’t trying to be an ass about it, she was just stating a fact. ”Our company was one of the top weapons suppliers of the world not long ago. When Dad decided that it wasn’t quite where he wanted to keep the company going. I was already in the R&D department. I have built suits that were more for armor and of course Val.” Going to stand near the bar she leaned back against it and watched him. ”What about you? What were you before this school abducted you?” she should also get to know her roommate. Val prepared to record his answers for future reference.

She was glad when he said that he wanted to come with her to find her workshop. Nodding she shifted to stand straight. ”Well information sharing is something that is beneficial to both of us. For example, I can’t cook worth a damn. Unless it’s something really easy I wouldn’t eat it if I made it.” she laughed softly at herself. It was an odd sound for her but she thought it would help lighten the mood. ”Join all ya want.” as he went to hand her his cell phone for the app she chuckled and shook her head declining it. ”I have to make it first. Essentially I’ll make one that has all of the information we got from the initial envelope and we can add to it. Why the school doesn’t already have something like that is beyond me.” she waived her hand dismissively as she turned grabbing her backpack again. It did have her laptop and other important items. Until she found her workshop she wasn’t going to leave this anywhere. ”Well let’s head to the gym.”

Leading the way she took them back outside of the dorm and Val put a map up on her glasses to follow. It didn’t take them long to get to the gym and she pointed out a few other places that seemed important on the map along the way. Like the giant map at the front entrance that they both had missed, or even the job posting board. She thought that one was awkward. Why in the world would a school have a job posting board?

As they entered the gym she followed the on screen map to find the door to her workshop. Finding it behind a bunch of mats, she had to move them to get to it. Opening the door she coughed as dust came out. Oh that was just great. Waving the dust away she went in and immediately the lights came on and they were in a place that looked like it had been an auto body workshop. Tsking her tongue she growled softly as she looked around. Off to one side there was her large crates that stored her equipment. Calling out in joy she ran over to it and scanned the crates. They seemed in relatively good condition. This was good. Nodding to herself she started muttering as she looked around. She wasn’t going to bring her equipment out into this environment until she had evaluated it. Spotting a random arm on one of the work benches her face scrunched into confusion. Going over to it she could see it was some form of prosthetic but not a kind she had seen before. ”What the hell?” frowning she saw a note next to it. Yet another note. Rolling her eyes she picked it up and scanned it. ”So apparently one of the staff here is something called a golem and he is kind of mechanical. He had his arm blown off during a sparring match and they are sending it to me to repair.” how the hell was she supposed to know how to fix this arm? Granted just looking at it made her want to start taking it apart. That was just how she had always been when presented with new tech. Setting the note aside she pulled out her laptop and a connector cable. Finding a computer in the room she sat her laptop down and plugged it into the new computer. ”I’m going to have Val upload to the system of this place and convert this workshop to my home specs.” she talked out loud more so Cyan knew what she was doing and didn’t think she had COMPLETELY forgotten he was there. Locking the laptop after she got the process started she stowed the backpack in one of the cabinets. ”Do you want to continue poking around in here or would you like to look for another place?”


Unknown to her the school sent two messages out to Zila and Siegmund to let them know the parts had been received.

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Zila's assistance was much appreciated, as the flimsy cloth could easily be set ablaze if not properly attended to. With the knot made in the sleeve, Siegmund was set to leave, only to be stopped at the words of Zila once more. She had an inquiry to pop upon him, something to get him contemplating over. His eye blinked at her words, as if trying to analyze what she was intending to mean. "You.. desire.. to know what this inorganic individual would rather do with his functionality, not his obligations? These commands are foreign to me." His response was more robotic than ever before, but he held up his hand, making notion that he wasn't finished. "However, if such a request is your command for me, I shall be able to oblige, in due time. There is much I need to calculate before a conclusion can be drawn. Will you permit time?" With his words, they stepped out to finish his job, only to have Clementine invite them over to the pool in the next room.

The other individual, Clementine, was rather, spunky. As Zila was quick to greet her, Siegmund remained near the door frame for a time, stepping in further as the duo were discussing matters together. His sensors could detect the glance of another upon him, but as he would look about the room, he found Abyssia's gaze averting from him. She must have found his presence unsettling, a common reaction to something so inorganic. A remedy was going in order. About to venture over and introduce himself, Siegmund overheard Zila make the first leap of socializing. His eyes, or singular eye as the other was nothing but a gaping black socket right now, blinked at her. Putting his one hand to his chest, Siegmund gave a bow. "Greetings Abyssia. As stated by Ms. Novak, I am Siegmund. I hope to function adequately in your presence." His wording was in regards to his missing limb and disrepair.


❤Ί don't want to set the Ⱳorld on fire
I just want to start a Ƒlame in your ℌeart ❤


At the mention of needing food prepared, Siegmund was quick to offer his assistance, hearing that Abyssia would also be in the midst of making food. Nodding to her, Siegmund let a smile appear and vanish across his face in mere seconds. "Assistance is much appreciated. Thank you in advance Ms. Abyssia." He looked to Clementine as she informed them of a list of food to prepare, before discussing more with Zila. Watching them work on the pool, Siegmund decided to take the prior requirements and address Abyssia more so on the matter. "I can provide a heating apparatus for the meals in mention, but will require assistance in combining much of the ingredients. Lacking an appendage has decreased my productivity by at least sixty three percent." As his hand gestured to his missing arm. "Should my lacking appendage be a distraction or make you uneasy, I can stand on the other side of your presence, as to avert the interest to stare, should you require."

Witnessing half of the pool freezing over and the other remaining still in liquid form, Siegmund kept his distance. "I will.. require no entry to the pools perimeters. Shut down while on duty is ill advised." His statement was more of a warning to the others than to a single individual. As he stated so, a message appeared in his internal head capacity, a notification that his arm was being worked on currently. It was a positive reinforcement to know that, and as Clementine approached with her lists, Siegmund listened intently. "Understood, will not stray from recipe, as per instructions Ms. Clementine." Turning to Abyssia, Siegmund held up his own list, seeing as Clementine gave them each a list. "Shall we commence preparations?"


❤In my ℌeart I have but one Đesire
And that one is Ɏou, no Øther will do❤


As others were coming and going, Siegmund lifted one of the crates with his single arm, his golem strength aiding him despite his missing arm. Placing the box down next to the food prep stations, he pried open the top and retrieved the needed items. "If you are permitting Ms. Abyssia, I can work on the organic meat products, as they require cooking. Do you have any objections to this process?" He looked to her, his head cocking to the side. After they started working, Siegmund was silent as ever, trimming small amounts of fat off each of the steaks and setting them aside to be seasoned with simple salt and pepper. Arranging everything out in a categorized arrangement before him, Siegmund reached over to start up the grill, before stopping. "Apologies Ms. Abyssia, but.." Siegmund kept his back to her as he spoke. "I could not help but notice your stares for approximately twelve point three seconds upon my arrival. I wish to share my apologies for being an.. unsightly figure. Constructs such as myself are generally not meant for public viewing, more so for functionality. I hope my presence does not hinder your work or enjoyment at this social gathering." His voice, though monotone and normal, carried his concern. Could he really make someone nervous just by being there?

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

oni grew confused as she didn’t hear a reply from Cyan. He had been rather quiet, which didn’t seem like him in the short time she had known him. Frowning she turned and looked back towards the door. When she didn’t see him she scanned the workshop and realized he wasn’t there. ”Cyan?” she called confused. Walking to the door she stuck her head out and looked around the gym. Not seeing him she stepped back into the workshop crossing her arms. A notification box popped up on her glasses. ”Open message.” she waited for Val to open the message and nearly started cursing.

So her roommate had been transferred to something called a sister school? What the hell was this place? They had just arrived here and he was being ported somewhere else? The mere idea of it was terrifying to her. Could they really do all of this to a person without their consent? Apparently so given that he had completely vanished.

Muttering to herself she checked Val’s progress on the computer before heading back to the arm on her table. Going back to her bag she pulled out a paid of non-latex gloves a Dr. would wear. She had to protect herself from whatever things may be lurking in it. She didn’t know what a golem was but it looked mechanical enough. Grabbing a stool she pulled it over and took off her jacket before looking at the arm.

Studying it closely she picked up the parts and let Val scan them before setting them back down. Where skin seemed loose she would lift it and look inside. It was obvious as she worked that she was very methodical and intrigued by the work. It was her way of distracting herself from the knowledge that she was now alone again in this school. It had been nice meeting someone right off the bat and being able to play brave for them. Now she was alone with a severed arm being asked to fix it.

Eventually she lost herself in her work and completely forgot about time.

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In all reality, there was a lot going on in this 'pool party meets ice rink' setup of a party. Had it not been for Siegmund's quick reaction to taking on a task, he might have just stood in the corner like some form of ornament or trinket. Zila may have had the best intentions for him, but this wasn't the ideal scenario Siegmund would have asked for. He wanted to keep a counter between himself and the others. He wanted to do a job, provide a service, or get out of peoples way. These were his protocols after all, or were they rooted from a deeper issue? His processors analyzed over these variables as he conversed with Abyssia in a greeting manner. She seemed, unsettled. Her preparations for keeping her own hair out of her work was an optimal procedure, something Siegmund was glad to see being done. Up until they began their culinary artwork though, Siegmund was making notes in his memory banks of Abyssia's behavior. She seemed to be in a trance or deep thought at variously odd moments, as if pondering or reminiscing. Was that the expression one made when recalling a memory?

Though thorough in his job, it was still hard to do much with just one arm. This limitation however didn't hinder his ability to keep tabs on Abyssia as she worked, and when he spoke up, his sensors indicated she was taken aback by his remarks. Setting down the cutlery he was using for the food, he turned to look to her as she spoke, her apologetic words reaching out to express her concerns. "There is no need to apologize. As an inorganic construct such formalities do not need to be used on me. My primary functions are to service the faculty and students alike and nothing more." His head did tilt slightly to the side, curious as to her remarks of him being 'human'. "Hu..man? My processors do not recognize such an anomaly within the confines of my construction. I am nothing more than metal and fire." His hand lifted, tapping on the side of his cranium. As his knuckles made contact, a slight metallic echo came from him, a hit of flame lingering in the vents of his neck and exposed arm. "If anyone should apologize though, it should be me for not only startling you, but making you uncomfortable now. Your face has increased to a more red pigment than previously from my verbal responses after all." It seemed this was going to be an endless waltz of apologies potentially.~


❤Ί don't want to set the Ⱳorld on fire
I just want to start a Ƒlame in your ℌeart ❤


Not long after they were talking did Clementine return with Solari and Illasun. She began showcasing the party to the guest of honor, before making her way over to the food station and introducing the guest of honor to Abyssia. Taking this time to step out of the fire, Siegmund was about to begin work on the food again when Clementine arrived to help. Blinking at her arrival and her 'help' Siegmund agreed to accept help, but found this Solari individual to be rather perplexing. She was using 'magic tricks' to disintegrate his prepared food, only to have them materialize elsewhere. Siegmund only stared at Solari as she did this or when she laughed, receiving only a few blinking stares. "I find this... 'Magic' to be complex and unpredictable." He remarked, before finishing up the dishes Clementine had ordered.

When all was said and done, Siegmund felt a burning fire roaring within his furnace, sensors looking over his food. Was this a sense of pride perhaps? Watching as the other staff members came to grab food, Siegmund was ready to step back, when Clementine addressed him directly. Did he need anything 'special'? Siegmund blinked a couple of times, before actually speaking. "I require nothing 'special' Miss Clementine, as I am not the guest of honor or a primary member of the party. Napkins shall suffice for fuel sources. Thank you." There he was going at it again, referring to himself as less of an important staff member.


❤In my ℌeart I have but one Đesire
And that one is Ɏou, no Øther will do❤


With people grabbing food and going about their party mingling, Siegmund found himself standing isolated in a crowded room. Scanners looking to Abyssia and Illasun conversing, the guest of honor apologizing for the sudden handshake initiated by Clementine. Miss Clementine was swimming with Solari, who had changed shape, and Zila was grabbing food with the other male staff member Siegmund had yet to meet. The world revolved around him without a need for him to interfere, and Siegmund felt a tug within his processors. Was it an emotion, or simply a faulty wire getting snagged? Unsure of it all, Siegmund grabbed a handful of napkins, retreating to a far corner of the basement pool room and just stood there, watching the others indulge in social interactions, shoving a napkin or two into his mouth.

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

Toni had completely forgotten about time until a loud bell rang. Looking up from her work she was rummaging through her backpack. Confused she yelped as a portal opened up around her and plopped her on her dorm’s couch.

Looking around she started swearing quite colorfully as she stood. What the hell was going on?! ”Toni are you ok? One moment you were in the gym the next you are back at the dorm. What happened?” the AI asked curiously. ”Looks like the school can portal people. It’s not very pleasant. Keep scanning that arm and uploading yourself to the mainframe of that workshop. I want all home settings imported asap.” with a sigh she sat her backpack down next to her and rubbed her face moving the glasses for a moment. What the hell was going on? She didn’t have time for this shit. With a groan she got up and went into the kitchen wondering what the dorm would have available to eat.

Upon finishing his meal he stood up and looked at the Male who look'ed as if he was done for the night. Jack on the other hand had plenty of life in him and the fact the bottle was not empty did mean it wasn't time to call it a night yet. Jack chuckled leaning full weight onto the male "Come on...You can't be calling it a night on me already? " Jack sounded as if he was a pouting child but quickly chuckled some more after. The loud bell rang threw out the campus and Jack wondered if that meant it was time to end the fun? Nah screw that Jack would still wonder. Leaning back the bottle taking another large gulp he looked around the room and wondered what way they head towards, that and even if the mimic man would hang long enough. Jack figured he could just end up wondering some more by his self, though some company would be nice. Rather boring alone. Reaching into his top jacket pocket he pulled out a pack of smokes and pulled one out placing it onto his lips. Sliding the pack back in he pulled out a zippo lighter from another pocket. It made flipping it open and letting the flame sit on the end of his smoke slowly taking a puff, lighting it up. Taking a rather long inhale, he slowly exhailed and turned to the man. " So i wa-" though he was quickly cut off a portal of sorts opened and quickly surrounded him then quickly faded away. Jack stood there confused for a second glancing around the room. "What the Hell is this?" He looked down still holding the bottle in one hand and his smoke it the other.

The room was poorly decorated and the colors nearly made his sick. Judging by the objects in the room he was standing in a living room or sorts? Which meant he was in his dorm now, and this campus had a fucked way of instantly throwing someone some where else. Talk about controlling. Jeez. What if he was enjoying his self somewhere else, that wasn't cool. Jack frowned still glancing around before threw the alcohol effecting him he hear and picked up a sent. Female. Smelt nice. Guessing this would be his roommate for now. Sniffing some more this room had a horrible air freshener or something. Almost smelt like some old ladies bad perfume. He walked over and opened two glass door's which led to a balcony. Taking a drag of his smoke he started to walk over towards the kitchen where the female was. He had a very good buzz and was slightly annoyed of how he was throw here. Where was all the fun in wondering for hours drunk trying to find it?

Toni was rummaging through the fridge finding several things that looked tasty. Pulling out a steak she sat it on the counter before going back and finding instant mashed potatoes that apparently tasted like cheese and bacon, and some veggies that could be steamed in the microwave. She could deal with this. Putting that on the island she went back and found a handful of spices and a broiling pan. ”Toni, I’m registering a second heat signature in the room with you.” Toni’s head immediately went up and looked around spotting the male as he walked into the kitchen. Palming a knife she had set on the counter she looked at him critically. ”Guess the school already replaced Cyan, or are you one of the staff?” she asked the male seriously. However, flicking her gaze over him she doubted it… bottle of alcohol in his hand and a cigarette in the other. Wrinkling her nose in distaste from the smell she eyed him warily. Cyan hadn’t been scary in the least but without her armor even a ‘thug’ like this guy could do a lot of damage to her. She could see Val already taking the male’s measurements and making note of potential weakness’.

Knowing she was probably over reacting she turned though and turned on the oven to start heating up. Taking a deep breath she counted to ten, while keeping an eye on him, before turning back to the steak on the island. Remembering back to her letter she wondered if this would be her roommate since they had both been ported back to the room after that bell. Glancing at her steak she figured she could ask. ”Want one? I think I saw an extra one in the fridge.” she pointed to the steak with her knife.

Jack's eye's scanned the female from top to bottom then back up. She was a cute chick, though telling from her holding the knife and instantly giving the room a slight second of tension Jack chuckled. He sniffed the air and got the sent she was possibly human but there was something here at the school slightly messing with his nose. There was a certain race here that was pissing him off cause it's sent was everywhere. Though who was this Cyan she was talking about? Staff? He could try to continue his fun with her from his previous target but she off the bat seemed more "modern" then the previous person. "Poor Cyan. Didn't last long huh?" He took a swig of the bottle and glanced around the kitchen. It had top of the line utensils. His eyes glanced back towards the girl. Was she really only human? Maybe gifted? Not like that was not a possibility giving how many he has run into. This one girl....You know what we'll save that story for another time. Seems i'm the new roommate " Mid sentence he turned again his back to her now glancing around thw room once more as he finished his sentence." If that's what they call them here " Again knocking back the bottle and then followed by a drag of his smoke. He did take not of her nose twitch before he spun around, Being the fact not allot of people could stand the smell. Living with him you would have to get used to it or try to get him to stop. Which again would be nearly impossible.

His ear's twitched to her voice asking him about the extra steak. He was still full from the one he just ate from the food court and shook his head "Nah It's alright i've already just devoured something before i came here, or i should say was forcibly teliported here. " He walked into the kitchen past her and knelt down into the fridge and scanned over the items it contained. "What no beer? What if i get thirsty?" Jokingly he chuckled and closed the fridge and walked out again stopped at the couch in the front room. He leaned on the back of it taking a drag of his smoke and stared at the women. "So..How long have you been in this place for?" He was about to continue asking questions but the man let out a slight hiccup and shook his head. With a confused look he glanced at the bottle which was almost empty and sighed. Look's like i wasn't pacing myself nor was i expecting i would be teliported away....Was hoping to the grab another bottle before bed" He mumbled under his breath mainly talking to his self. His vision slightly getting impaired as the alcohol started to effect the Demon.

Toni didn’t care that the male looked her over. Frankly she was used to that. Sure she wasn’t as well endowed as other females but it didn’t matter, it made her suits easier to build. ”No. He didn’t.” it irritated her that he would be so flippant about someone being removed from the school. Watching him drink from the bottle she had the urge to break it. She resisted though and just nodded as he said that he was the new roommate. ”Cell mate?” Toni offered as he mentioned that’s what they called them here. She didn’t care as he went back out into the living area. Seasoning her steak and setting a kettle of water to boil she put the steak in the oven and the veggies in the microwave but didn’t start them.

Leaning back against the island she looked out over at him as he leaned on the couch. Crossing her arms across her chest she reached over and set an egg timer for the steak. As he said he was ok about the steak she shrugged. ”Less work for me.” When he asked how long had she been in this place she stared at him for a moment. ”I just arrived today. Cyan had as well but he has already been moved to something called the sister school. I was working in the workshop they set up for me when the bell went off and I was teleported here. How about you?”

She groaned internally… that was all she needed to be roomed with an alcoholic. Figuring she might as well get introductions out of the way she moved across the room to her backpack and pulled out a small device. Turning it on she sat it on the counter and a beam of light spilled from it displaying Val. ”This is Val my AI. If you ever hear me talking to no one in particular; I’m more than likely talking to her. Right now unless I use a speaker I’m the only one who can hear her.” she reached up and tapped the devices that looked like hearing aids in her ears. ”Val say hello.” The small device on the counter whirred softly before a voice came from it. ”Hello. I am Valerie. Please call me Val. I am Toni’s AI and will assist her however I can. Please do not mind her rough tendencies, she’s really a sweetheart.” At Val’s words Toni growled, ”Val. Enough.” looking to the red haired male she shrugged and hoped she wasn’t blushing too much. She would have to fix Val’s programming later. ”I’m Toni. What’s your name?”

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Abyssia was.. kind with her words, expressing a bit of her own culture as she spoke in regards to her reaction. It was.. nice to see someone actually take the effort to be courteous to him, though Siegmund did not mind being seen as just a tool. Staring at her face as she spoke, Siegmund blinked before going silent for a moment. Home.. that was a concept he was still figuring out. "Acknowledged. I shall retain such information in my memory banks for future communications. However.." Something tugged at his memory core, to include a small sense of his own origins, or what lack thereof he could offer. "Such anomalies are foreign from the world I previously arrived from. In a world where even the oxygen can be hazardous to organic life, simple social mannerisms are forgotten." His voice, monotone as ever, recited the information he witnessed in his time back in 'home world'. Radiation, dust clouds, or other various chemicals wafting in the breeze brought countless civilians to their knees, often resulting in fatal casualties. It was a rough life for organic kind there. His thoughts were quickly given way though as Abyssia went off with Illasun, and Siegmund, for a brief moment, was left isolated.


❤Ί don't want to set the Ⱳorld on fire
I just want to start a Ƒlame in your ℌeart ❤


Clementine seemed adamant about providing food for Siegmund as well, though as he proposed just consuming napkins, she seemed.. appalled by his words, as evidenced by her eye twitching for two point nine seconds. Were napkins not acceptable as a fuel source for him? She informed him she would get him something 'fancy' as a fuel substance, but Siegmund found this prospect to be unnecessary. "But preparations have already been established Ms. Clementine. There is no need to venture out for my efficiency needs. Do, as they say, 'Enjoy the party'." He flashed a small smile before it vanished again, letting her venture off on her own accord. Still grabbing some napkins, he ventured off to his corner, contemplating over the advice she had given.

In his now self inflicted isolation, Siegmund was able to process all that he needed to for his excursions. Cynthia had made note of him 'blacking out' in some fashion during their skirmish. It was a notable endeavor to have looked into. A future battle would need to happen again for his calculations. Her presence also was tolerably enjoyable. Factoring Zila's arrival to the bar was next, his processors thinking over all that was discussed between them. Zila had offered up a rather compelling question for him to delve into, but the answers didn't come easily to him. What did he actually desire? Such a notion was beside his basic calculations, but was something that nagged at his core. Shoving another napkin into his mouth, Siegmund settled on the final actions he was asked to do: Socializing.


❤In my ℌeart I have but one Đesire
And that one is Ɏou, no Øther will do❤


Eyes scanned the room, looking to each of the other faculty members who were talking among themselves. So many interesting organisms, each one vastly unique to the ones around them. They all brought their own personal stories, experiences, and cultures under one roof. They intermingled with each other, letting their lives conjoin into one single moment in the fabric of reality. It was... an experience Siegmund felt his processors indicate they had seen before. Perhaps before his last activation...

As the notion of such a thought transcended into his memory core, the empty eye socket flickered a spark of white light, like a camera flash, and in that brief moment, Siegmund saw something else. A gathering of various races, all gathered around a watering hole in a similar fashion. children played in the water, as merchants sold various oddities and trinkets from booths. Everything was... peaceful. A child approached up to his position, and as a hand reached up to him, his own hand reached forward to make contact, but sadly was cut short. The imagery he'd seen vanished, revealing he was still in Heartless, at a pool party, and was now just extending his hand as if to shake anothers to no one there. A memory, a single fragment of his core corrupted from deactivation. Letting his hand return to his side, Siegmund blinked, looking down to the ground now.

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

Jack had chuckled at the comment of cell mate bringing up another story for another time. The demon smiled and took a drag of his smoke which was nearing the end. "Less Work" The women spoke the truth. At any point if anything was easier you take that chance with out hesitation. Listening to her explained the situation he took the final drag from his smoke and exhaled, Then let the smoke sit in the palm of his hand with the ember on his skin. instantly a low crimson flame engulfed his left palm, burning the smoke to nothing not even ash remaining. As fast as the flames came they faded away. "A work shop? What kind of work shop are we talking about? Vehicles or school handwork?" He was very curious as he wasn't able to bring his bike which made him a very depressed man at that point.

As the women began to explain Val to him he walked into the kitchen and leaned onto the island staring at the device. He wasn't a professional at this type of stuff but he could understand the basics. Yet he more or less broke stuff similar. Black markets had loads of this gear on it, but again wasn't his style. Letting out a laugh after the women snapped at the device Jack shook his head and glanced up at the slightly blushing girl. "There is nothing wrong with being rough. At least i know im not in the room with a softy. There's some points for ya right there. Stay rough dont go soft on me " He chuckled taking a chug from the bottle but was shocked when it was empty. Letting out a slight sigh he set it down and looked back at Toni. "Nice to meet you Val and Toni. Names Jack. May i ask something?" he stared the girl down again from head to toe back up again. Not in a sexual way more just curious. "Are you really only a human?" He only asked cause her scent was that of a human.

Toni frowned as he immediately zeroed in on her workshop. ”I’m a mechanic of sorts. I build armor. So not vehicles but not shop class either. Computer programming and technology.” she always had a difficult time explaining what she did to people. It was hard to explain that she built combat suits.

As he laughed at her when she snapped at Val she frowned at him. ”No. You are not in the room with a softy. I have never in my life been described as that.” She hadn’t. Her work had left her in shape and lean but that was because she didn’t want to deal with the extras in her work that came with being on the heavier side. Nodding at him when he introduced himself she was about to reach over to turn Val off when his next question caught her off guard. Narrowing her eyes at him she shifted to a more defensive stance. ”Is that supposed to insinuate that you are not a human?” that was strange. Something naggled at her memory. Hadn’t Cyan mentioned something about humans or creatures? ”Val scan. Show me the report from earlier.” on her glasses lights danced around as she started to see the reporting of the amount of occupants of the school. There were several that Val had listed as unclassified as they were upon scan not human… What did that mean not human? Frowning she saw the report come up for Jack. Looking at him through it she almost glared at him. ”So what are you if you aren’t human?”

”Toni, he has gifts. He burned the cigarette he was smoking in his hand.” Val said through the speaker so that Jack could hear her too.

Toni just continued to frown. The timer went off and she slowly went around the island to it to turn it off and flip her steak. Turning on the veggies. ”So are you going to try to kill me in my sleep?” She looked at him questioningly. Her hands itched and she wished hard that she had her armor with her, but it was in her workshop. This would not do.

--Time Skip--

Over the next month Toni spent all of her free time outside of classes in her workshop. She met the owner of the arm the very next day. Sieg was an interesting fellow and one she wished she could spend more time with. His structuring and programing was so interesting to her. She wanted to help him upgrade parts of him that seemed dated, but it also in a way added to his charm. He was always willing to answer her questions about his composition to an 87% accuracy rate.