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[forwearemany]

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late June, after the Jormun celebrations

[lightlessfuture]

[ The Knight shows up (small again, now) at the house Legion has claimed as their own, carrying - very little, really. They are not sure what their friend needs, but they've brought makeshift bandages, at least. Their friend does seem to bleed, if that knife they'd seen briefly on their first meeting was any indication.

They knock on the wall, trying to peek into the hut as best they can to see if their friend is home. Legion will likely see a tiny masked face creep into view at the doorway's edge. ]

[forwearemany]

(They're home alright.

Not that this exactly hard to see. There's really not much to the place. No furniture, no nice flooring, hardly any posessions save for their backpack and stuff in it, some blankets and pillows they stole from the Jormun party, and an earthenware pot.

The walls and roof have been repaired, but inside it's mostly empty space.

In the middle of it Legion is standing, seemingly doing nothing at all. When they hear the knock, they come to the door.)

Greetings.

[lightlessfuture]

( The Knight is a little confused to see Legion just...standing there, but maybe that's just a thing they do.

Seeing a house so devoid of decoration is also a little strange, in a way they can't yet pinpoint, so they just leave that feeling alone for now. When Legion comes to the door, they hold their hands up as high as possible so their signing is visible. )

HAVE-COME-TO-HELP

WITH-INJURY

[forwearemany]

(They're a machine with nothing to do, and so they do nothing. Probably good the Knight came though, because they also had nothing to distract them from unhappy thoughts.)

Acknowledged.

(They're going to need an extra set of hands.

They step aside to allow the knight into their home.)

[lightlessfuture]

( They proceed, taking in the scenery. What...little scenery there is. The Knight thought they had been sparse in their decorating, but -- they are beginning to realise they're quite the hoarder, compared to Legion.

Then they circle a bit, and choose a place to stand and wait, looking at Legion expectantly for further instruction. )

WHAT-IS-NEEDED

[forwearemany]

(Well, a part of it is lack of tech they'd usually keep and that they haven't been here long. They do plan on more extensive repairs to their home in the future, at least.)

We will assemble our tools.

(And since most of them are in their backpack, they'll go and grab it.)

[lightlessfuture]

( The Knight just sits, and waits, and watches Legion rustle around in their backpack, and thinks that maybe they'll give Legion some gifts, once they find out what would be pleasing to a being such as themselves to have around.

Maybe they'll ask the storyteller. If anyone would know, it would be a god. )

[forwearemany]

(Legion would accept any gift given, just for the sentiment, though it's practical gifts that would likely see the most use.

The tools they set out are ...probably kind of worrying, actually. The knife Tali used to kill them. A soldering iron. The canister of silica gel, at least, is probably pretty innoccuous.

You didn't think this was going to be a matter of just bandaging some boo-boos, did you?)

[lightlessfuture]

( They honestly didn't know what to expect, though they're no stranger to unconventional methods of treatment.

But they look at the knife, and then the canister, and then the iron, and they're starting to get the idea.

Well, they have steady hands, at least. And it's not as if this is the first time they've wielded a blade in the....service? Of others.

....They clean their hands, as best they can, while they wait for Legion to tell them what to do. )

[forwearemany]

(And, after a moment, they'll start to explain.)

Damage is localized to our left arm. We are capable of seperating musculature on our own, however assistance in later stages will be appreciated.

June 20th, stone of farspeech

[braceforimpact]

[It probably says something that it took Kaworu this long to figure out his magic rock, but in his defence, he didn't have anything to say into it before now.]

Oh, is that all? This is how you use the rock? Okay.

This is Legion?

You know about machines.

[He doesn't specify what about machines he thinks Legion knows, mostly because Kaworu doesn't actually know anything about machines himself.]

[forwearemany]

Affirmative.

We are a machine.

[braceforimpact]

Right. I found a bunch of them on that island. Machines.

They can't be reactivated, but I thought you might be interested.

[Would Kaworu come in and tell a human he found a bunch of corpses piled up somewhere?

Yes, actually.]

[forwearemany]

Affirmative. We will see to stripping, recycling, and proper disposal of non usable components.

(Does Legion see a problem with this? Absolutely not.)

Location?

[braceforimpact]

I counted thirty-three of them, so it will definitely take a while to do all that.

I can help you with it. Tell me where you are; I'll come find you!

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged. We are currently in the process of relocating to the Umui Mana pool.

farspeech stone, sometime after the age event

[hyperlit]

[They remember the actions of their earlier, less developed self. That freshly synthesized creature of war that sought nothing and wanted nothing and gave nothing but utter destruction. Once again, an ally was one who had to pay for their crimes.]

[They can only hope that, this time, it was not fatal.]

ARE-YOU-ALIVE

[forwearemany]

Affirmative.

(They had, in fact, been intending to contact the Drifter to check up on them, though they had not yet verified that the effects had ceased.)

Are you repaired?

(The way Legion sees it, it was pretty bad to break the arm of a synth not even developed enough to fully understand their actions. Like hurting a child.)

[hyperlit]

YES

[It's a good thing they put in for more health packs. Their arm is feeling much better, now.]

APOLOGIES
FOR-INJURY

[forwearemany]

Though your apology is accepted, it is unnecessary: you did not appear to be sufficiently developed to fully understand your actions.

(They chatter.)

We apologize for the damage we caused.

[hyperlit]

SELF-DEFENSE
WAS-NECESSARY

[It's impossible to discern what the Drifter might be genuinely experiencing behind the impassive, monotone default text-to-speech...but it's probable that one can guess.]

STILL-POSSESS-WEAPON?

[forwearemany]

Affirmative.

(True, but they caused the Drifter a lot of damage for what turned out to be very little gain in self defense.)

Yes. We have it with us at this moment if you wish to re acquire it.

(They had been intending to return it as soon as the Drifter regained their memories.)

[hyperlit]

WOULD-BE-PREFERRED
LOCATION?

[They'd assume their house, but...it's safest not to assume. The Drifter, after all, does not live anywhere.]

[forwearemany]

We are currently closest in proximity to our place of residence. Additionally, it is private.

(Because they'd rather not do any sort of interaction involving their unsavory synth pasts where organics could easily overhear.

They were in fact, just heading towards the mana pool to leave the islets; immediately they turn and begin to head home instead.)

[hyperlit]

[This is...]

[Not a stipulation they would have registered as necessary, but...now that they consider it, it is welcome.]

WILL-BE-THERE-SOON

[It takes them about twenty minutes, based on where they are - to travel there, but they do not announce their presence when they arrive.]