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IP’s frown deepened a little. “So you have nothing? No means of dealing damage, reducing damage, treating injuries, or bolstering the strength of the team? If that is the case... I advise you stay out of the way in the event we face combat. I can’t allow non-combatants to be injured.” IP then added, “Then again, perhaps I could train you in the use of weapons. It is, after all, what I was created for.”

Instructor was frowning yet again as Empi described the situation. "I... see... I'm... afraid I am similarly unable to help the team with those particular issues. I was only designed for combat and instructing others in combat, and am not equipped for any form of therapy. And what of your skills in combat? In the event more people begin shooting at us, what can you do to ensure the group's victory, if anything?"

“It sounds as though your employer made an... unfortunate mistake. ”As for your attempts to matchmake others... I’m afraid I may not be much help. I can, at most, only attempt to teach the team some of the lessons that I was programmed to teach - and if their reaction to my arrivial was any indication, there is every possibility that they will not listen. ”What issues are you referring to specifically, Miss Powderbelle? You have worked with this team longer than I have, and I will need to know their behavior in order to best assist them. ”And do you mean to say

“Interpersonal relationships and matchmaking... an unusual skillset for someone who may find themselves in combat. If I may ask, how did you join this team, and what applications for your skills have you found thus far?” IP asked both questions question with complete seriousness, waiting patiently for answers.

"Instructor Prototype. I take it your role is to provide the others with medical aid when it is needed? If so, our roles overlap. Which members of our team do you believe are most likely to be injured in combat?" Instructor paused, then asked, "And, if I may ask... Why were you so suspicious of me when I first arrived? Have you also had unpleasant experiences with electronic sentiences?"

"Ah, so you fulfill a role of 'tank'. Excellent! The medical injector I possess can help reduce the amount of pain you feel from attacks in addition, allowing you to remain in the fight for longer. "While I do still have questions to ask you, I suppose I should speak to the other members of the team now. Thank you for your time... I promise I won't let you down." And with that solemn nod, IP moved away from Rory and began approaching Empi instead. "Excuse me, miss. Is it all right if we at least introduced ourselves properly?"

As Lyra ducked beneath the large tongue, she remembered something. She didn't just have a gun and a wrench. She also had taunts. Lots and lots of taunts. "HEY, FUCKFACE MCPARASITE! YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU'VE GOT SOME STUPID-ASS DEFORMITIES THAT YOU CAN BRING US DOWN? WHEN I WENT TO STOP YOUR BAND OF HALF-BRAINED GOONS, THEY WERE DUMB ENOUGH TO ALL STAND IN THE SAME SPOT! I TOOK THEM OUT SO FAST I HAD TIME TO RELIEVE MYSELF ON THEIR BODIES - TURNS OUT THEIR CLOTHES ARE SUPER ABSORBENT! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU THE SAME TREATMENT ONCE WE TEAR YOU TO PIE

IP nodded in response to receiving the new moniker. "Very well. I suppose I should tell you more about myself than my name and position..." "I was manufactured by Kaida Corporation as part of an electronic sentience project. A human consciousness in an android body. My colleagues and I were referred to collectively as 'Synths', and we were intended to fulfill a variety of combat-related roles that humans could fulfill - reconnaissance, riot control, long-range target elimination, CQB - and, in my case, combat support. While the results of the project were successful, an improved ma

Instructor’s mouth curled into yet another frown as she solemnly nodded. “I see.” “May I at least have your name? In case you didn’t hear earlier, I am...” the gynoid seemed to hesitate for a moment, “Instructor Prototype.”

Instructor, who was still wearing the maid uniform's frilly headdress, turned to Rory, asking, "If I may ask... why do you believe I may be a security risk? Is there some authorization code I need to present? Have other synths been hostile to you or the group? Are the Trespassers we need to fight rogue electronic sentience? Their exact nature was... not made clear. Furthermore, what, if anything, can I do to gain your trust?"

Lyra had only just reached the Roller Coaster before she saw... that thing. The only time she'd ever seen the likes of that thing was in one of those cheesy sci-fi vids... But the heroes in those vids had access to armored vehicles, cannons that could vaporize mountains, and even nuclear weapons. Lyra had a wrench and a gun. At most she could maybe shoot at one part of it, but she had no idea what to attack at all - so she just pointed her gun at one of the tongues, began firing, and hoped for the best. Lyra attacks Trick Ascended's Paralyzing To

Instructor retained a slight frown as the group proceeded. "Attack humans 'properly'? Forgive me for my ignorance, but would Flandre not be *more* dangerous if she learned how to properly fight? Or does learning how to attack 'properly' involve training in some nonlethal method of combat that this world possesses?" Instructor gaped a little bit at seeing the enormous library, and her visible expression of interest only deepened when one of the books barked at the group. "Even explosives can be fairly safe as long as they are kept in the proper conditions and

Stupid of them to all stand so close together. None of the Drift’s factions did that - and one made spaceships with duct tape and parts from old blenders. Now to return to the rest of the team. Lyra begins moving to Colorful Blocks! Adrenaline Dodging: Cooling down. 1/3 turns left. Blur: 2/3 Attacks Fiasco: 1/4 Dodges Point-Blank Throw: Ready! Taunt: Cooling down. 1/3 turns left. Damaged Item Teleporter: Ready! Safety-Bypassed Rechargeable Medium-Capacity Swapper: 0/3 Charges Damaged Rechargeable Emergency Shiel

Instructor nodded at this offer. “Very well. If I may ask, what should we know about Flandre, and what exactly is this incident that is occurring?”

Instructor nodded and retrieved her weapons, though her frown remained and her response seemed a good deal more curt this time. “Of course. I will defend you in the event that we enter combat. I’m sorry that I can’t earn your trust just yet. If the need arises, I am willing, if rather reluctant, to leave the group.”

This new turn the conversation took caused Instructor’s frown to deepen once again. “While the concerns of me trampling upon people’s rights”, the gynoid said, gesturing to Rory, “Are not valid, I’m afraid Empi’s fears of hostile robotic units is. My own world is attempting to bring down a large force of such units even as we speak. That was the only reason I was reactivated - I was an outdated unit placed in storage and was therefore not compromised. ”I... may have revealed more about the issue than is necessary at the moment. Suffice it to say, at this moment, that in

The gynoid put away the maid outfit in one of its storage compartments, then turned to Meiling. “In addition to the requests my colleagues are making, may we know exactly what happened? I’m afraid I was not present when the events you described occurred. You said Sakuya attempted to stab your employer?”

Simple enough. One, two, three steps away and the thug's swing was a miss. Her foes were all in poor shape - it wouldn't take much more to bring them down for good - and if her words had indeed distracted them, they wouldn't be able to deal as much damage as they otherwise would. This wouldn't be too hard with the Evac team's support. One, two, three steps, and swing. Lyra attacks one of the non-taunted thugs with her Wrench! Since she just dodged an attack, she gets to Counterattack and will deal 4d4 + 8 + 3 damage! This attack will also count as two attacks for the pu

“If that is what is required to earn your trust and a place on this team, so be it. If I need to disarm, I am willing to comply.” Still holding the removed maid outfit, the gynoid walked over to Rory, walking until she was about a meter away from her. Though Instructor seemed somewhat relieved, her frown remained. “So, what do we currently need to do? Is one of our objectives nearby?”

"I am not from around here, I'm afraid, and I do not have any maps of this area in my database." Instructor's frown deepened at the second question. "As for the issue of trust... If my word cannot convince you that I am well and truly on your side, I'm afraid I do not know how I would gain it, short of giving you my weapons for the time being."

Instructor frowned at Rory’s glare. When she and Walmond returned to the group, the gynoid asked, “So, am I permitted to join the group or not? I can assure you that I will follow your commands, administer medical attention in the event of an injury, and eliminate any threats to the mission. Even if I cannot provide anything else of value to the team, my armored body is capable of intercepting multiple rifle rounds before it ceases to function.” The gynoid leaned forwards a bit in a slight bow. “I was informed that it would be impossible for me to eliminate

"Not at all. If it helps, I will identify myself." The armored maid(?) took the time to remove its maid outfit, before continuing. "I am Kaida Corporation Prototype Training Series Model 00-27C, Serial Number F7DXOQ29604509X, also known as 'Instructor Prototype'. Manufactured September 18th, 1927. Placed into storage February 8th, 1943. Reactivated March 15th, 1985. I still have access to my weapon database, which includes knowledge of how to effectively maintain and use weapons on both an individual and a squad level. I also still have access to my 'Aim Assist' protocol and am cur

"The instructions I was given were simple - find and eliminate creatures referred to as 'Trespassers'. I was informed that these beasts were a threat to all life in existence, and, by extension, Kaida Corporation. Is killing these creatures your mission as well?" Upon seeing Rory shake her head, the armored maid(?) tilted her head. "Your colleague over there seems to disagree..."

The maid(?) slowly got to her(?) feet, brushing dust off of the uniform that had been stretched over her white armor, turning to the woman in the green outfit. Her face was hidden beneath a simple mask - a sheet of metal the same color as her armor, covering almost all of her face save the mouth. "I don't understand. I thought I was supposed to be here as part of my mission. You are not one of the people I am to work with?" She then turned to the rest of the group. "Are any of you familiar with this area? Perhaps the team I am looking for is somewhere else?"

Lyra could hear fighting over to both the Northwest and Southeast, but from what she remembered of people's movements, there weren't any people heading over to assist the Evac Team at the Huge Tent. Knowing that, the choice was simple, even if she felt like a hypocrite for doing almost the exact same Mira had done not too long ago. Once she actually met the thugs that were there, though, she'd have to figure out what she wanted to open the fight with. While she could just rush in and swing at one of the thugs, she figured that wouldn't grab their attention nearly as well as a taunt