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"Error... Apotheosis. Apologies, system error. Memory, memory. Check. We sought you out for potential aid in the search for Master Baine. Something with water," She blinks slowly, her eyes flickering as she speaks. "Magic, aye aye are sea." The tiny one makes rude sounding blerps and honks, but stays within her larger self's hands, rubbing at the large numeral upon her torso as one might their head from a headache.
"Help is.. What again? Items of aid in some form. Partitions... Pardon, my brain is error, error, error." She looks and blinks slowly at her miniature self with a blank expression, though a tinge of worry is in her broken mind.
"I have plenty of nutritional paste," She answers. After a few whistling sounds from MiniQat, she adds, "Though I may consume human foodstuffs with no ill effect." MiniQat flutters near Nemiril, gives her a nod and a tiny thumbs up, then pushes Qatrinnica off toward the priest. It takes a couple shoves before the larger one realizes to move, and does so. "We shall return with information."
MiniQat lights up in a whirr of sounds, quickly relaying information to Qatrinnica, though only a little sticks. What does stick does tell her what to expect, and now her interest is more piqued with the possibility of her origins becoming more explained. A starship, from beyond this place where little exists that could create something like herself. Reverting toward speaking to Dolga, "It might be ne-necessary to show proof of allying, lest trickery be suspect-ected," A slow series of blinking accompany her speech.
The tiny one makes a set of chirps that sound almost like laughing at the mention of intelligent. Qat herself looks at the pointy-eared one, eyes not quite seeming to register Nemiril, but there seems to be some hint of other within that metal skull. "This one is designated Qa-a-Trinn-n-ica," her voice distorts her speech when she mentions her name, "Carrier of Chrome Justice. I am constructed, yes." She makes no indication of offense at the half-elf's forwardness. The tiny one beside her lets out more strange noises, "Oh, yes. This other one is designated MiniQat. She is another half of me."
The tiny one nods, and catalogs the information for later. Qatrinnica herself seems to internalize it as well, but it doesn't quite seem like she's going to retain it herself.
The tiny doll makes a few strange sounds, after a moment and a forceful prod, Qatrinnica speaks again, "Underwater? Is there anything else within the tunnel that might be a danger?" The little one looks at the old dwarf intently for the answer.
Qatrinnica looks at both of the other volunteers. She has many questions, but most of them are unrelated. MiniQat whirrs to assure her to hold off on them. Not sure of the value of the money, it sounds well enough to her. She cocks her head, and intones with a distorted voice, "No questions from this one, currently."
The lost people are of less concern to Qatrinnica than rumor that if the flame doesn't come back up, the Technic League will come in full force. MiniQat assures her this is quite undesirable, and so, the pair and more decide to seek out the lost, and uncover why the flame has gone. Other things lie underneath, it seems, so it may also be prudent to not just leave and instead explore, yes.
Visual Aid
The symbol for 4 is upon her forehead in a blue, crystal color, behind her metallic black hair, bangs covering one of her electric blue eyes. Strange protrusions replace her ears, metal, hornlike instances curling along her jaw, and five black cables extend from the back of her neck, not reaching her shoulders. Beside her floats a miniaturized version of herself, with a single black cord extending from this copy's back. It makes whirring, bleeping sounds as if speaking, though only Qatrinnica herself understands. Qatrinnica currently travels lightly, all of her various gear stowed on a sash worn over the tight, black suit that serves as her clothing and apparent armor.
Q4 and MiniQat applying for entry. |
