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[After the team returns in haste from the Cardinal Shaft, Kagura's severely damaged armor is brought hurriedly into the Graveyard installation. Kagura is a valuable asset, and panicked pilots demanding a valuable asset is repaired don't get asked as many questions - plus everyone is shook at the report of the mission that they are finally now getting, since Kagura set it up so a message would go off if she went down.
Therefore, half an hour later, the normally grim and quiet Graveyard installation is a boilerplate of activity, with everyone rushing every which way. Graveyard technicians and medics rush around while the Executors are looking somewhere between dazed and in disbelief. The thing that resurrected the PRAYERs is gone. All that is left is cleanup. It can be over. And the Major is down, so nobody is entirely sure who takes over now until Graveyard sends another officer. Her second-in-command is sort of organizing everyone now, but he seems more shocked than anything. He never liked Kagura, but well, it's Kagura - he expected to be dead before he saw her down.
In this chaos, it could be doable for concerned someones to get in and see how Kagura is doing if they're willing to be bold about it. And what such a person would find is... Kagura's huge body left listlessly against a corner, nobody paying it any mind at all. It's opened up while the hole in the gut remains, still vaguely glowing like heated metal - and instead of looking at it, technicians and medics beaver around a center table that looks very much like an operating table staffed with strange, esoteric crystal-y tools. And in a moment when a few of them move away to get some weird flask, what is on the table can be seen.
A tiny, clothesless, fairylike female figure with a semispherical lower half, and an upper half littered with scars that don't look new.
A Mistletoe.
It seems most definitely hurt, its lower half is chinked, but the technicians around it are wiping off their brows. It looks like she's out of danger for now, and resting. Kagura's armor is still laying on the corner, lifeless.
What the hell is going on?]
Therefore, half an hour later, the normally grim and quiet Graveyard installation is a boilerplate of activity, with everyone rushing every which way. Graveyard technicians and medics rush around while the Executors are looking somewhere between dazed and in disbelief. The thing that resurrected the PRAYERs is gone. All that is left is cleanup. It can be over. And the Major is down, so nobody is entirely sure who takes over now until Graveyard sends another officer. Her second-in-command is sort of organizing everyone now, but he seems more shocked than anything. He never liked Kagura, but well, it's Kagura - he expected to be dead before he saw her down.
In this chaos, it could be doable for concerned someones to get in and see how Kagura is doing if they're willing to be bold about it. And what such a person would find is... Kagura's huge body left listlessly against a corner, nobody paying it any mind at all. It's opened up while the hole in the gut remains, still vaguely glowing like heated metal - and instead of looking at it, technicians and medics beaver around a center table that looks very much like an operating table staffed with strange, esoteric crystal-y tools. And in a moment when a few of them move away to get some weird flask, what is on the table can be seen.
A tiny, clothesless, fairylike female figure with a semispherical lower half, and an upper half littered with scars that don't look new.
A Mistletoe.
It seems most definitely hurt, its lower half is chinked, but the technicians around it are wiping off their brows. It looks like she's out of danger for now, and resting. Kagura's armor is still laying on the corner, lifeless.
What the hell is going on?]
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[Izuru's reaction can be only one.]
No. You're wrong.
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[The man just sort of vaguely looks at Izuru, not really caring much but mildly curious about what this is about.
Kagura, on the other hand, is burying her face in the pillow already because she knows exactly what's coming and she doesn't have a throat to tell him to stop.]
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She is always to the point, rude, has a short temper, and doesn't care if she hurts peoples' feelings. But that's just how she is. It doesn't change that she is always trying her hardest, and to bring everyone back home safely! And she does that out of her own will! You treat her like a tool that can be programmed and only follows instructions, but that's not true!
No tool would act the way Major Kagura does! Look how angry she was just now, tools don't get angry! They just do what they're told!
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Here kid, come outside for a second and let me tell you something.
[When they go out, the man closes the dor to the operating room with a click and looks at Izuru somewhat concernedly.]
Look, kid. She's an AI, yes, but she's a support AI. That's what Mistletoes are. She's not psychologically equipped for telling others what to do instead of being told any more than you're equipped to have telekinetic powers, and she most definitely shouldn't be giving orders, much less to humans. [There is a definite distaste in his voice as he says this. Someone is not happy about being ordered around by Kagura] It's just a matter of time before her brain gives out and she malfunctions and goes crazy - a Mistletoe just isn't a full person, kid. They're just approximations we build ourselves with PRAYER tech to have a chance. I should know, I open them up constantly.
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You're not listening to me. They're not full people because we make them that way.
[He decides to try another tack]
Look, you yourself said it, she hurts your feelings often, right? But Mistletoes are empathic. It's done that way to help with their role as support units for Executor operatives. If she hurts your feelings she's hurting herself too. Tell me, what exactly would you call a robot that goes around punching itself then, if not seriously malfunctioning?
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But a human would. I think you are underestimating how much of a person Major Kagura really is.
[This is getting nowhere, and also Izuru feels... annoyance. It's rare for him to be annoyed at another person's attitude rather than the other way around.]
Excuse me, I really gotta go.
[And off he goes.]