(Emily, 3rd page)
"... and the flight home just got delayed three hours", Cris's voice snorted over the comm; Emily's sound cards could make out the frustration in her voice. "I'm sorry, ma - I didn't mean to leave you in charge of the fort for so long..."
"No, no, it's okay", the robot woman assured her adopted daughter. "We've just finished setting up the pumpkin path to the courtyard. It's all ready for Halloween. And it's only late afternoon - there'll still be plenty of time when you arrive. The lights are on, we have all sort of treats sweet and salty, Martin is helping the kids with their costumes..."
"Think you can take over the trick or treaters until I return, then?"
"I think I'll manage", Emily smiled. "You only think about getting on that flight and staying safe. I'll handle this." And she glanced over the lavish manor house, all set up with Halloween decorations. There were cobwebs at the windows, and rows upon rows of shiny black and orange pumpkin streamers, matching the confetti all over the ground. Jutting on the roof, half-perchedon a windowsill, was a headless figure with a black cape - which didn't fully conceal what looked like a red-and-white Santa costume underneath; a large carved pumpkins emerged from a bag on its back.
Several cauldrons had been hauled on the porch - one for sweets, one for salty snacks, and one for gifts - this last one filled with the brim with gummy skeleton keychains, spinning tops painted to look like witches, miniature action figures and all kinds of knick knacks and gadgets. Even the last-model doorbell had been replaced by an ancient-looking knocker representing a skull's head.
It was the time of the year in which Emily could show her damaged robotic parts and dust off her old "ghost bride" wedding dress without getting weird looks from the neighbors. Presently, Chiara and Reyn also rushed outside; the little fox girl was wearing a spectacular blue gown with snowflakes decorating the skirt, while the boy's costume looked like some kind of zombie pirate (not at all surprising, considering who his parents were).
Emily smiled indulgently at the kids and then looked out onto the street. Take over the trick or treaters. Sure, she could do that. At least, if that demon friend of Cris didn't show up to scare the hell out of her this year too...
((Alrighty, here goes nothing! I know it's TERRIBLY late but I really had zero writing energies before and October's really RACED past. But! There's still some days until Halloween so if anyone wants to join and say hi to Emily and the fam... be welcome!))
"... and the flight home just got delayed three hours", Cris's voice snorted over the comm; Emily's sound cards could make out the frustration in her voice. "I'm sorry, ma - I didn't mean to leave you in charge of the fort for so long..."
"No, no, it's okay", the robot woman assured her adopted daughter. "We've just finished setting up the pumpkin path to the courtyard. It's all ready for Halloween. And it's only late afternoon - there'll still be plenty of time when you arrive. The lights are on, we have all sort of treats sweet and salty, Martin is helping the kids with their costumes..."
"Think you can take over the trick or treaters until I return, then?"
"I think I'll manage", Emily smiled. "You only think about getting on that flight and staying safe. I'll handle this." And she glanced over the lavish manor house, all set up with Halloween decorations. There were cobwebs at the windows, and rows upon rows of shiny black and orange pumpkin streamers, matching the confetti all over the ground. Jutting on the roof, half-perchedon a windowsill, was a headless figure with a black cape - which didn't fully conceal what looked like a red-and-white Santa costume underneath; a large carved pumpkins emerged from a bag on its back.
Several cauldrons had been hauled on the porch - one for sweets, one for salty snacks, and one for gifts - this last one filled with the brim with gummy skeleton keychains, spinning tops painted to look like witches, miniature action figures and all kinds of knick knacks and gadgets. Even the last-model doorbell had been replaced by an ancient-looking knocker representing a skull's head.
It was the time of the year in which Emily could show her damaged robotic parts and dust off her old "ghost bride" wedding dress without getting weird looks from the neighbors. Presently, Chiara and Reyn also rushed outside; the little fox girl was wearing a spectacular blue gown with snowflakes decorating the skirt, while the boy's costume looked like some kind of zombie pirate (not at all surprising, considering who his parents were).
Emily smiled indulgently at the kids and then looked out onto the street. Take over the trick or treaters. Sure, she could do that. At least, if that demon friend of Cris didn't show up to scare the hell out of her this year too...
((Alrighty, here goes nothing! I know it's TERRIBLY late but I really had zero writing energies before and October's really RACED past. But! There's still some days until Halloween so if anyone wants to join and say hi to Emily and the fam... be welcome!))
Floating down the way was a most odd sight: A large, chunky-looking lizard with an outlandishly hot pink head and a hunched-over, pitch-black body. It makes not a sound as it moves, barring the occasional “tink” sound as faint sparks of red jump out from its feet to the ground below. Even its pink-plumed tail seems to hover right above the ground, swaying as the creature turns to face the manor. But this was no wild beast.
Two white points glow dimly inside of the creature’s open, jagged maw; flanked at the sides by messes of glassy hair. The puppet within the costume observes the strange decorations, her stare both blank and searingly sharp. Soon after, the two children who had bolted outside catch her attention, prompting her to motionlessly watch for a moment.
Far, far away, electrical activity dances across a great web of bio-circuits, a key decision being made of what she should do. The choice is divined by the living machinery, relayed back to her distant, biomechanical avatar. In response, Leaves lifts both of her arms and waves eagerly, causing the costume’s blocky head to wobble around in an amusing manner.
Two white points glow dimly inside of the creature’s open, jagged maw; flanked at the sides by messes of glassy hair. The puppet within the costume observes the strange decorations, her stare both blank and searingly sharp. Soon after, the two children who had bolted outside catch her attention, prompting her to motionlessly watch for a moment.
Far, far away, electrical activity dances across a great web of bio-circuits, a key decision being made of what she should do. The choice is divined by the living machinery, relayed back to her distant, biomechanical avatar. In response, Leaves lifts both of her arms and waves eagerly, causing the costume’s blocky head to wobble around in an amusing manner.
"Ganny Em!" Little Reyn grabbed the hem of Emily's veil and tugged slightly, beaming. "Look, Godzilla!"
"Nooooh... Godzilla is green. They're pink", Chiara chided her brother before waving back eagerly and rushing toward the newcomer and clapped her hands delightedly. "Hi!! Your costume is so pretty! I love pink!" She then did a little swirl to make the blue dress shimmer and threw a handful of white confetti around herself. "I'm Elsa!"
"Godzilla! _Cool_ Godzilla!" Reyn insisted before pointing to himself. "Eyn.... Bombie Zombie!"
"Calm down, kids, not all at once!" Emily laughed, ruffling Reyn's blue fringe before she turned to the newcomer and smiled. Oh, perhaps the kids might not realize it yet - but she had already figured out that standing before them was another mechanical creature, much like her. Her optics had scanned what little was visible under the costume, and a spark of recognition lit up her gaze, added a touch of familiarity to her smile. No robot type she knew of... then again, she herself was rather a one of a kind. "Welcome", she said with a friendly nodd and a welcoming wave of her arm toward the cauldrons, particularly the one with the toys and gadgets. "Would you like--"
"Botty Godzilla!" Reyn suddenly exclaimed, his little nose twitching as he looked up in awe at their guest. That nearly got a double take out of Emily before she realized what her optical recognition software told her, must already be known to the kids due to their keen fox sense of smell.
"Nooooh... Godzilla is green. They're pink", Chiara chided her brother before waving back eagerly and rushing toward the newcomer and clapped her hands delightedly. "Hi!! Your costume is so pretty! I love pink!" She then did a little swirl to make the blue dress shimmer and threw a handful of white confetti around herself. "I'm Elsa!"
"Godzilla! _Cool_ Godzilla!" Reyn insisted before pointing to himself. "Eyn.... Bombie Zombie!"
"Calm down, kids, not all at once!" Emily laughed, ruffling Reyn's blue fringe before she turned to the newcomer and smiled. Oh, perhaps the kids might not realize it yet - but she had already figured out that standing before them was another mechanical creature, much like her. Her optics had scanned what little was visible under the costume, and a spark of recognition lit up her gaze, added a touch of familiarity to her smile. No robot type she knew of... then again, she herself was rather a one of a kind. "Welcome", she said with a friendly nodd and a welcoming wave of her arm toward the cauldrons, particularly the one with the toys and gadgets. "Would you like--"
"Botty Godzilla!" Reyn suddenly exclaimed, his little nose twitching as he looked up in awe at their guest. That nearly got a double take out of Emily before she realized what her optical recognition software told her, must already be known to the kids due to their keen fox sense of smell.
“...Godzilla?” The Great Processor muses to herself, unable to find an exact match for the term despite her vast data stores. Being rushed by the children does not seem to trouble her as she floats in place, staring down at Chiara as a smile tugs at her lips. “Ah, thank you-“ But before Leaves can fully answer, she hears the word “Bombie Zombie” as the puppet’s head snaps up. The costume’s jaw bounces, looking as if the lizard chomped the air. With a little whir and a plastic-sounding creak of her joints, she places a hand on her own chest while letting out a crackly chuckle. “Ah-ha ha. Oh my!”
All the while, those little crimson sparks keep arcing from Leaves’ feet towards the ground, the noophasic emitters within her legs keeping her stable.
Sparing a glance towards Emily as she addresses the costumed Processor, Leaves finds herself looking back towards Reyn as he interrupts. The many odd materials making up her form, both organic and inorganic, certainly smell strange to those with a good nose. Her gaze is incredibly focused, perhaps in an unintentionally intimidating way. A moment passes, before...
“Oh!” Leaves suddenly perks up, registering what he meant. “Oh, yes! I am a purposed organism; a living machine, indeed!” The puppet answers Reyn, her feminine voice carrying a synthetic hum to it. “The costume I wear is not, ah, intended to be a ‘Godzilla’, but I shall accept this interpretation.”
Floating higher, the costumed puppet assumes a more quadrupedal stance as she curls her fingers in like claws. “In truth, I am a meat-eating lizard-beast often found hunting in the subterranean grottos beneath my frigid homeland. Grrr- Grrr- Hiss-!” She growls with all the ferocity of a basic text-to-speech device, pawing the air as she does.
All the while, those little crimson sparks keep arcing from Leaves’ feet towards the ground, the noophasic emitters within her legs keeping her stable.
Sparing a glance towards Emily as she addresses the costumed Processor, Leaves finds herself looking back towards Reyn as he interrupts. The many odd materials making up her form, both organic and inorganic, certainly smell strange to those with a good nose. Her gaze is incredibly focused, perhaps in an unintentionally intimidating way. A moment passes, before...
“Oh!” Leaves suddenly perks up, registering what he meant. “Oh, yes! I am a purposed organism; a living machine, indeed!” The puppet answers Reyn, her feminine voice carrying a synthetic hum to it. “The costume I wear is not, ah, intended to be a ‘Godzilla’, but I shall accept this interpretation.”
Floating higher, the costumed puppet assumes a more quadrupedal stance as she curls her fingers in like claws. “In truth, I am a meat-eating lizard-beast often found hunting in the subterranean grottos beneath my frigid homeland. Grrr- Grrr- Hiss-!” She growls with all the ferocity of a basic text-to-speech device, pawing the air as she does.
The fox kids were mesmerized by the crimson sparks. Reyn clapped his hands, then turned to Emily and pointed at her. "Ganny Em botty too!"
Emily couldn't refrain from smiling at his childish enthusiasm. Then, she gave a welcoming nodd to the Great Processor. "Nice to meet you. Please, make yourself comfortable", she gestured to a long wooden bench that ran alongside the porch, strewn with more pumpkins and some soft bat-shaped plushies, with orange and black balloons lining the backrest. "Would you like a trick or treat present?"
"We helped mama and granny choose them!" Chiara happily informed Leaves, extending a tiny hand. "Come see if there's any you like...!" At the mention of the lizard-beast she was meant to be, the little fox girl's red eyes widened, but not in fear or shock - rather, in genuine awe. "These lizards are _just_ so colorful?? Can we come see them? Can we pet them?" She turned toward Emily. "Granny Em, can we?"
"You'll have to hear your mom about that", Emily chuckled. Of course, knowing her heart's daughter as well as she did, she didn't doubt for a minute that the answer to a vacation in an unknown world to see new animals would be an enthusiastic--
"Grrrrr!!" Reyn gave into a delighted squeal and made his best impression of a fox's growl, but with a definite playful edge to it. He raised his tiny arms and flailed them over his head, like a zombie.... or, perhaps more to the point, like a zombie trying to swat a giant fly. "Grrrr-arrrrr! Bombie Zombie... pirate!"
Emily couldn't refrain from smiling at his childish enthusiasm. Then, she gave a welcoming nodd to the Great Processor. "Nice to meet you. Please, make yourself comfortable", she gestured to a long wooden bench that ran alongside the porch, strewn with more pumpkins and some soft bat-shaped plushies, with orange and black balloons lining the backrest. "Would you like a trick or treat present?"
"We helped mama and granny choose them!" Chiara happily informed Leaves, extending a tiny hand. "Come see if there's any you like...!" At the mention of the lizard-beast she was meant to be, the little fox girl's red eyes widened, but not in fear or shock - rather, in genuine awe. "These lizards are _just_ so colorful?? Can we come see them? Can we pet them?" She turned toward Emily. "Granny Em, can we?"
"You'll have to hear your mom about that", Emily chuckled. Of course, knowing her heart's daughter as well as she did, she didn't doubt for a minute that the answer to a vacation in an unknown world to see new animals would be an enthusiastic--
"Grrrrr!!" Reyn gave into a delighted squeal and made his best impression of a fox's growl, but with a definite playful edge to it. He raised his tiny arms and flailed them over his head, like a zombie.... or, perhaps more to the point, like a zombie trying to swat a giant fly. "Grrrr-arrrrr! Bombie Zombie... pirate!"
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