Chapter 10: Greenill Section ID Day?

[nanocerancowboy]

[ACTION - A (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, Anywhere in Mayfield, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[See that six-foot android covered head to toe in some sort of armor, going about his business?]

[He's not wearing green. At all.]

[Try to pinch him. Go on, try it.]

[ACTION - B (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, John Doe Park, Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]

[That same android now seems to have a couple of drones following him, even hanging on to him, desperately trying to pinch him—on the hard, armored parts of his body. Suffice to say, they're not having much luck—and the android looks a little annoyed as he tries to brush some of the drones off of him.]

What in th' hell are ya'll on about?

[ACTION - C (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, Olney's Tavern, Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Gat's noticed the sizable amount of patrons heading toward the tavern, both droned and undroned alike. Curious, he's come to the tavern himself, though judging from the way he carries himself and rubs the back of his helmeted head as he scans the tavern in a manner not unlike the Terminator, he's a little perplexed.]

Comments

[silencebythewindow]

Correct. Indicative of Ireland.

[Her lips move again, muttering what is seemingly gibberish to herself. Gat might be able to catch certain words like "inorganic" and "severe alteration" but it is unintelligible. Afterwards she takes a pad of paper and a pencil from her pockets and looks for the nearest bench. Manually recording data is pretty cumbersome like that.]

[nanocerancowboy]

[At that point Gat realizes that the girl isn't muttering about the drones ... Rather, she's making note of him. While she's looking around for a bench, Gat responds.]

—From what I recall this is a whole 'nother country—why're folks celebratin' it here?

[There's a kid drone dangling off one of his arms, giggling and trying to pinch him. Gat glances at the kid sharply, but he gently tries to get the child drone to let go.]

[silencebythewindow]

Christianity is the dominant religion among the drones. Many contain genes originating from Ireland.

[She finds a nearby bench to take a seat and begin writing. It's almost inhuman how quickly she goes down the lines. After a while of ignoring his plight, she looks up at him, as if to silently ask whether or he would like her assistance.]

[nanocerancowboy]

Oh, so it's heritage ...

[That's all Gat's able to say before another drone renews its quest to get a pinch of CAST flesh, causing Gat to look away with another agitated grunt. When he looks back, he momentarily thinks Yuki just up and took off, until he sees her sitting on that bench.]

[The speed at which she jots down notes doesn't bother him so much; he's used to seeing humans do superhuman things thanks to photonic technology back home. That she seems to be doing it as a completely normal human, though ... Several possibilities entertain Gat's mind. Either it's a natural talent, or she might have implants boosting her abilities ... or, she's not human herself. All of which seem equally likely for the moment, since he doesn't have his own GUARDIANS equipment on hand to see, and, well ... even if he did, the drones have him occupied.]

[By the time Yuki looks back up to Gat, he's trying to keep the drones at arm's length, while they try to pinch at the joints in his armor.]

Ya'll jus' don't know when to quit—!

[silencebythewindow]

[She watches carefully for a minute, before discerning that it is in the best interest of everyone that non-drones go unimpaired. It isn't anything sympathetic so much as logical discourse when she reaches up into her hair and tears off half of her ribbon. Clenching it in her palm for a moment, she then holds it out towards Gat. It's only a few inches long, but hopefully it would get the drones off him.

If he wants to take it, anyway.]

Here.

[nanocerancowboy]

[Gat tilts his head in hesitation for a moment, watching what Yuki's doing with her own hair ornament. The drones stop jerking him around just long enough that he has time to accept the half she tears off, giving a grateful nod while doing so.]

Much obliged, ma'am.

[He hesitates for a moment, trying to decide where to put the thing. Thankfully the drones have backed off for the moment—although they're as chipper as ever.]

[Gat decides to just tie the half-ribbon onto the thin unicorn-like antenna sticking out of his helmet, following Yuki's example. Upon which he turns around to the drones, pointing up at it.]

There! I'm wearin' somethin' green! Ya'll run along now, y'hear?

"Okay! Happy St. Patrick's Day, Mr. Gatt!"

[As the drones finally disperse, Gat turns back to Yuki, sighing in relief.]

I owe ya one.

[silencebythewindow]

[Yuki nods her head, stale and emotionless as usual.

There's a long bout of silence, before Yuki makes a rare inquiry. Well, it'sm ore of a statement than an inquiry, but the point is garnering confirmation of information.]

Your appearance is no longer augmented.
Inorganic.

[nanocerancowboy]

[At this point, Gat's really starting to wonder about this girl. Even the Lou units are more talkative than Yuki ... He idly shifts his weight, pondering this, until Yuki speaks up. Saying that he's "No longer augmented" is an interesting way of putting it, but Gat nods at her observation.]

That's 'cause I ain't human. I'm a CAST.

[His voice does have a sort of mechanical echo to it.]

[silencebythewindow]

[Yuki nods at him in silence before digging back into the pad of paper, only occasionally lifting her head to absorb another image of his into her photographic memory.]

[nanocerancowboy]

[Gat tilts his head. From his tone of voice, he's amused by what Yuki's doing.]

Are ya takin' notes on me?