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Cog stands, watching Aegan. Jealousy flared up inside her, only for a moment. She could never be that gentle with another being. Not with her metal and wood crafted hands. The jealousy subsided in a matter of seconds, and she spoke.

What was that all about? Is she going to be okay? Are you okay?

CRIT!!!!111!&@

Cog, frustrated at how rusty she was, swings again hoping more than ever that this shot is the one to drop this ass permanently.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
2d6 + 12 ⇒ (4, 3) + 12 = 19

After her last attempt, she hears Aegan's call to her. Although still unsure who these two were, she chose to follow them.

Anyone is a better group to be with then these guys, I guess.

(out of character, would Cog be able to remember who created her? Or is she sort of hazy like Wolverine?)

After hearing what the gang leader said as he cruelly dug his scythe into her abdomen, Cog feelings of annoyance turn instead to a flood of anger. Unsure of why she is unable to control herself, she continues to attack. Violently.

attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
damage: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (5, 4) + 12 = 21

F*ck. I'm rusty. Heh... No seriously though, come on Cog.

Cog tries again to attack the gang leader. She raises her great sword and aims to strike.

attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
damage: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 5) + 12 = 23

A frustrated cog grips her greatsword. She wasn't afraid, but more frustrated.

Here I was thinking this war was over. "So much for making your 'normal' acquaintance, Aegen and...that girl."

Move to K6

attack roll: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

damage roll: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 1) + 12 = 19

Cog remains still, with the exception of her head scanning the streets.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Most of the experience she's had with others had involved them running away. Treading carefully, she speaks.

This woman doesn't belong to me. I don't know what happened any more than you two. Who are you?

Cog's words come out harsher than she had intended, but none the less she waits to see the reactions of her new acquaintances.

This is not how I wanted to start my stay here...

Cog kneels down to inspect the body. The fact that the woman is dead doesn't affect her, having seen this thousands of times before on the battle field. Granted...None of those dead soldiers looked this pretty or peaceful.

I thought I was done with this.

Hello?

Cog looks around, worried.

She doesn't belong to me, someone must want to claim her.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

It's...so black outside? Dark. Yes, that's the right word. No one is around, dammit. Is it cold? Oh well.

Cog's head cocks as she notices the sparkle in the distance. With no hesitation, she walks toward it.

Perception Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14