Blue eyes light up. Sitting up, the twelve year old girl looks
around, then stretches both arms above her and yawns. Her hair is a
dark chocolate brown, her face the same angles and curves. The
curiosity on her face, while he knows it is mechanical and responding
to commands given to it from her Core, is a mirror. It is a mirror
to the girl he met those years ago, and even if they do not see each
other like they did those years ago he cannot help but marvel at the
creation in front of him.
She notices the stone walls, the open window giving her a view of
the mountainous peaks surrounding Hassenstadt, the capital of the
small country he rules through the elected Parliament as Prime
Minister. Technically, he rules more, but always keeps in mind the
importance of delegation.
Sipping the chilled white tea from the goblet- the only one the
kitchen staff had ready, the coffee mugs he usually uses were all
cracked when the dishwasher broke- he watches as the girl, in reality
a complex and advanced android, gets out of the plush seat and
strides across the royal purple carpet to look out the window.
Very curious. Just like her 'mother.'
“Ahem.”
She turns, spinning on her sneakered heel.
“Good afternoon, Miss Ikari,” he says, holding the goblet in one
hand, his other hand behind him as he stretches out the soreness from
the trip, “I welcome you to Latveria. I am your host, Victor Von-”
“Doom?”
“-Gibels,” he says, and sighs, once more, at the assumption that
he is a supervillain, “My apologies. But the arrangements made
with your mother are brief. We have a small window of time to
accomplish what must be done.”
And in Cage 03, a set of red eyes peak out of the ductwork as the
Core is shifted into place in the bakelite locked Mark-01. So, Siyon
thinks, that's what happened.
Ichi has been kidnapped. The blank Core was put there so noone
would know, especially them.
Programming put in years ago takes over. Red eyes glow faintly.
And the subliminal commands and algorithms take route in a simple,
commanding phrase.
Are you a bad enough Nephilim to rescue your sister?
around, then stretches both arms above her and yawns. Her hair is a
dark chocolate brown, her face the same angles and curves. The
curiosity on her face, while he knows it is mechanical and responding
to commands given to it from her Core, is a mirror. It is a mirror
to the girl he met those years ago, and even if they do not see each
other like they did those years ago he cannot help but marvel at the
creation in front of him.
She notices the stone walls, the open window giving her a view of
the mountainous peaks surrounding Hassenstadt, the capital of the
small country he rules through the elected Parliament as Prime
Minister. Technically, he rules more, but always keeps in mind the
importance of delegation.
Sipping the chilled white tea from the goblet- the only one the
kitchen staff had ready, the coffee mugs he usually uses were all
cracked when the dishwasher broke- he watches as the girl, in reality
a complex and advanced android, gets out of the plush seat and
strides across the royal purple carpet to look out the window.
Very curious. Just like her 'mother.'
“Ahem.”
She turns, spinning on her sneakered heel.
“Good afternoon, Miss Ikari,” he says, holding the goblet in one
hand, his other hand behind him as he stretches out the soreness from
the trip, “I welcome you to Latveria. I am your host, Victor Von-”
“Doom?”
“-Gibels,” he says, and sighs, once more, at the assumption that
he is a supervillain, “My apologies. But the arrangements made
with your mother are brief. We have a small window of time to
accomplish what must be done.”
And in Cage 03, a set of red eyes peak out of the ductwork as the
Core is shifted into place in the bakelite locked Mark-01. So, Siyon
thinks, that's what happened.
Ichi has been kidnapped. The blank Core was put there so noone
would know, especially them.
Programming put in years ago takes over. Red eyes glow faintly.
And the subliminal commands and algorithms take route in a simple,
commanding phrase.
Are you a bad enough Nephilim to rescue your sister?