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[1]
[At the wee hours of the night, most people are sleeping. But most people doesn't include Kagura, who has been rather suspiciously busy carrying around instrumentation and personnel around for weeks now. And now, in an office, she's checking some results, the massive robot armor looking as incongruous as usual when it comes to handling normal-sized sheets of paper.
The battle suit masks her face, as always... but as she reads she practically irradiates a perceptible aura of frustrated irritation. And impatience. Kagura needs this done yesterday, and it's not advancing fast enough.]
"SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE ATLANTIC". YEAH, THAT'S PRECISE ENOUGH FOR RECON. LIKE THAT ISN'T OVER A HUNDRED MILLION CUBIC KILOMETRES. YOU PACK OF CHUCKLEFUCKS.
THERE HAS TO BE SOME WAY TO SPEED THIS UP. THERE HAS TO.
[2]
[(Only people with existing CR with Kagura in this prompt, please)
A bit later, Kagura is outside. Well outside Alhambra base and, more unusually, outside her suit. The small form of the Mistletoe, however, is impossible to miss in the night - while every mistletoe always has had a slight glow in their eyes, owing to their nature as SOL and LUNA energy reactors, Kagura's irises right now are green lights strong enough to see at two hundred paces - an adorable flashlight strong enough to read to. And the occassional crackle of electricity whips the air in the surrounding area even as she floats there doing nothing but look towards the east. Some pebbles even intermitently vibrate and float under her.
Her posture is also somewhat different. She used to stand against herself, standing in defiance of a body that didn't want to. But right now she looks stronger. More upright. You could even say a little healthier. At least as long as you don't look at her face. Because that face is equal parts enraged... and worried. Perhaps even a little scared. And definitely lost in thought.]
[3]
[The next day, a long distance away, Kagura looks at an empty, ruined building. She checked the forms and had words with the on-site foreman - the thing is scheduled to be demolished tomorrow. And she's allowed and in fact welcomed to assist with civilian issues if it does not directly contradict any of her current standing orders. It will do.
The battle suit makes a turn around the building for a minute, scans making certain no life forms are picked up inside. Then she floats above it, stops, opens a hand...
*BBBBBZZZZOWNT!*
...and a huge beam of SOL energy, easily as powerful as anything Kagura has ever used, falls from her and pierces the building to the basement before exploding in a spectacular silver and orange explosion, which is followed by a rain of silver LUNA beams Macrossing out of her back to intercept and annihilate all the debris that comes out flying. All that remains by the end is a somewhat melted crater and rubble. And not even particularly large rubble. That was... pretty excessive, really. At least the cleanup people aren't going to need much more than shovels to clean up what's left.
After that, she begins floating back. But while she made sure to do this a good distance away from the usual UG haunts, the fact that someone blew up a building in a pillar of fire and plasma is kinda hard to diguise if anyone happened to be anywhere near this town.]
[At the wee hours of the night, most people are sleeping. But most people doesn't include Kagura, who has been rather suspiciously busy carrying around instrumentation and personnel around for weeks now. And now, in an office, she's checking some results, the massive robot armor looking as incongruous as usual when it comes to handling normal-sized sheets of paper.
The battle suit masks her face, as always... but as she reads she practically irradiates a perceptible aura of frustrated irritation. And impatience. Kagura needs this done yesterday, and it's not advancing fast enough.]
"SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE ATLANTIC". YEAH, THAT'S PRECISE ENOUGH FOR RECON. LIKE THAT ISN'T OVER A HUNDRED MILLION CUBIC KILOMETRES. YOU PACK OF CHUCKLEFUCKS.
THERE HAS TO BE SOME WAY TO SPEED THIS UP. THERE HAS TO.
[2]
[(Only people with existing CR with Kagura in this prompt, please)
A bit later, Kagura is outside. Well outside Alhambra base and, more unusually, outside her suit. The small form of the Mistletoe, however, is impossible to miss in the night - while every mistletoe always has had a slight glow in their eyes, owing to their nature as SOL and LUNA energy reactors, Kagura's irises right now are green lights strong enough to see at two hundred paces - an adorable flashlight strong enough to read to. And the occassional crackle of electricity whips the air in the surrounding area even as she floats there doing nothing but look towards the east. Some pebbles even intermitently vibrate and float under her.
Her posture is also somewhat different. She used to stand against herself, standing in defiance of a body that didn't want to. But right now she looks stronger. More upright. You could even say a little healthier. At least as long as you don't look at her face. Because that face is equal parts enraged... and worried. Perhaps even a little scared. And definitely lost in thought.]
[3]
[The next day, a long distance away, Kagura looks at an empty, ruined building. She checked the forms and had words with the on-site foreman - the thing is scheduled to be demolished tomorrow. And she's allowed and in fact welcomed to assist with civilian issues if it does not directly contradict any of her current standing orders. It will do.
The battle suit makes a turn around the building for a minute, scans making certain no life forms are picked up inside. Then she floats above it, stops, opens a hand...
*BBBBBZZZZOWNT!*
...and a huge beam of SOL energy, easily as powerful as anything Kagura has ever used, falls from her and pierces the building to the basement before exploding in a spectacular silver and orange explosion, which is followed by a rain of silver LUNA beams Macrossing out of her back to intercept and annihilate all the debris that comes out flying. All that remains by the end is a somewhat melted crater and rubble. And not even particularly large rubble. That was... pretty excessive, really. At least the cleanup people aren't going to need much more than shovels to clean up what's left.
After that, she begins floating back. But while she made sure to do this a good distance away from the usual UG haunts, the fact that someone blew up a building in a pillar of fire and plasma is kinda hard to diguise if anyone happened to be anywhere near this town.]
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YES, THERE IS SOMETHING OF A PROBLEM, KUGIMIYA. MY ENERGY OUTPUT IS RISING OVER MY DAMAGED BODY'S ABILITY TO TAKE IT. I'M HAVING TO SPEND SOME HOURS EACH DAY STRAPPED TO A THING TO TAKE AND GROUND SOME HUNDRED MEGAJOULES OF SOL ENERGY FROM ME.
YOU KNOW MY OPINION ON HAVING TO SIT STILL AND DO NOTHING FOR HOURS ON END, I IMAGINE.
[All of which is true, but not even close to the whole picture, of course. But no point worrying Kei.]
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Did it happen after...You know.
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DYING, YOU MEAN? YES. SOME OF THE RESIDUAL ENERGY FROM THAT PLACE STUCK TO ME. ANOTHER PROBLEM WITH BEING A MISTLETOE. ON THE PLUS SIDE, I SUPPOSE IT'S PROOF THAT IT REALLY HAPPENED AND WE DIDN'T GO INSANE.
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THAT SAID, IF YOU'VE NOTICED A COUPLE DEGREES CELSIUS RISE OF THE AMBIENT TEMPERATURE IN ALHAMBRA LATELY, THAT WOULD BE ME. YOU CAN'T DO THIS KIND OF THING WITHOUT SOME HEAT, AND I DECIDED RADIATING A CHUNK OF IT WOULD BE SAFEST.
[Raising the temperature of an entire hectares-wide area is rather a lot of energy. But then, Kagura always was a rather powerful generator, even before this.]
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So any idea of how this works and is happening?
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AND IT'S NOT LIKE THERE'S A LOT OF DATA OBTAINED OUTSIDE OF THOSE THEORETICAL CLASSIFIED ORIGINAL BLUEPRINTS. I'M THE OLDEST MISTLETOE ALIVE, AND I'VE BEEN STEPS AWAY FROM THE TRASH CAN FOR THE LAST SIX YEARS. MISTLETOE DEVELOPMENT IS NOT EXACTLY A DEVELOPED SCIENCE.
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[The face plate turns slightly, the eyeless metal "looking" at Kei unnervingly for a few seconds]
I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT ALL. BUT SUFFICE TO SAY THAT WAS ABOUT A PERSONAL PROJECT I HAVE BEEN ENGAGED IN. REMEMBER, BY ALL ESTIMATIONS I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD YEARS AGO. I'M JUST TOO STUBBORN TO KEEL OVER EASY. AND THERE'S A THING I WANT TO LEAVE DONE BEFORE MY BODY CATCHES UP WITH ME.
THAT SAID, IF YOU BREATHE A WORD OF THAT TO ANYONE WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A PROBLEM.
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Why did you think I went out here in the middle of the night?
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IN CASE YOU FORGET, KUGIMIYA, YOU HUMANS ARE THE EMOTIONAL EQUIVALENT OF A TRUCK HITTING THE CLAXON TWENTY FOUR SEVEN. IT'S VERY HARD FOR ME TO NOT KNOW EXACTLY HOW MANY HUMANS ARE AROUND.
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And I was around here to maintain practice in operating at night since enemies aren't going to politely wait until the time is convenient. Nobody wants me to do maneuvers around Sakihama unless it's an actual emergency.
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[To the second part, the massive hulk does a small nod]
WELL DONE. YOU SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE REST OF YOUR SQUAD OUT OF BED FOR IT AS WELL. SURUGA IN PARTICULAR APPEARS TO ME LIKE HE COULD DO WITH A FEW SURPRISE NIGHT ROUTINES. [Being a space pilot, Kei might not have been subject to the drill instructors perennial favorite of suddenly waking people up for maneuvers at midnight, but Kagura has definitely used it to torment cocky recruits more than once]
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