[ Midori won't be able to see the smile on her face, but he'll certainly hear it in her voice - soft and warm, but cheerful. She is leaning in now though, trying to see if she can see anything inside of the empty space inside of him. Nanami can't, of course, being considerably smaller than him. It's the same curiosity one might see in a child presented with a new toy, but with none of the thoughtless disregard.
But there's no denying that she's charmed thus far. ]
One of my friends was turned into a robot. Ah, you're a lot more advanced than he was though... I think.
[ At the very least, the body before her is a far closer match for what a human would look like. If he had the head to match, he would be indistinguishable from a human. Mechamaru would never be mistaken for a human, but after the initial shock they had all realized that he was the same person inside of the metallic shell. This person is equally lively, and so she decides that he must be no different than any other she might run into. ]
YES OUR BONUS AC!!!! im crying looks up... we make BIg moves
[ midori wouldn't call this body a robot, no, because that's not what he is at all, but he understands this is the layman's terms for anyone who sees a body laughing another part and is actually alive. if he's to correct her, he could do it at this moment, but there's no need to rush, and he accepts her guesses in stride. what he learns through this conversation is that she's thoughtful, absorbing her surroundings, and she said, "i think," more than once. thoughtful, perhaps her thoughts are too much on cloud nine, and sometimes they don't come back down to create concise, straightforward assumptions.
with his hand lifting, he hits them together, his fingers quickly adjusting to speak words through movement.
you haven't seen anything yeeeeet! ~
the end of his sentence is an elongated hold of the hand gesture, and then he wiggles his hand into the tilde expression so that she understands that it's meant to have a little lilt in his voice. because of the type of person he is, he doesn't need to impress her despite saying those words, he's sure just getting his head back would be more than enough. without it for now, he knows that he could remove his arm, hand, and other parts, but being so percent of doll, means that he has to keep his so parts that are human unknown.
for now she thinks he's 100% which isn't the case, but rather talking about him.
tell me about your friend, what made him different?
are they not able to make intelligence in man's shape? he lifts his hands up in a sheepish manner, only to add to the excuse me for prying, he has to act innocent after all. ]
WE DO... we're powerful nms, soon we'll be unstoppable
[ Observant and thoughtful, but not quite confident in her assertions. It's the same way that a child might work through problems with an adult, with just a hint of uncertainty as to whether or not they'd found the right answer. But she herself doesn't seem to be insecure, approaching others and carrying the conversation easily. Midori won't see the little smile that he draws out, nor the way she places her hand over her mouth for a moment.
Is there more that she's missing? Maybe he has features like Mechamaru, or maybe it's because he's still missing a piece of himself? If their construction is completely different, there's no denying that the person before her has the same liveliness that her friend had. ]
It's alright. I don't mind... Hmm.
[ She pauses now, collecting her thoughts in order to answer the question. In truth, Monokuma had slapped him together. It was a virtual world, and so any form would have been possible, but he'd deliberately chosen one that was inhuman and metallic. But he was still Nekomaru on the inside, and so not much had changed at all. ]
He was more like Prototype Jack in Tekken. He was metal, and kind of blocky, and his chest opened up... Oh, but he had a lot of cool features! He had a radio clock with an alarm in his chest, and drink dispenses in his eyes, and there was a button on the back of him...
[ She trails off, and it seems to occur to her that her newfound friend might have these bizarre additions as well. He might hear it as she shuffles a little to one side, leaning over to peek behind him to see if he has a button on him. There's no reason for it aside from wanting to see if the two had anything in common. ]
GOD not unstoppable I'm so excited soon we go shopping what to regain next
[ there's nothing practical about what was said about his cool features, hilarious at best. sitting here, midori's body has no head, so thinking is beneath it, but registering that the love behind mechamaru's design had no love placed in it, but there surely was questionable creativity.
much like the tin man from wizard of oz, he too could lack a heart, and in exchange, run on time. love comes in an endless supply, continuously shared between those that partake in it, and as long as there's two people; love nurtures and grows. time only needs one, but time wears one down, it teaches them, but also takes what they've learned. time isn't un an endless supply for a person like love, and he pities the idea of a time-gated love.
everything else is, well, he wouldn't have made him that way.
her observation of him will not be as fruitful as it would have been on her friend, there's no button, or anything. the body appears to be just like a human, no odd additions that seem like it'd give him trouble.
there's nothing in common, sadly, but that doesn't mean she can't learn
he makes the gesture for laughter, chuckling through swift movements of his hands and fingers.
that means upon his newer models, he'd get flesh attached until they apply pieces instead of layers!
a brief glimpse at how aware he is to the fighting game, knowing that they were steel, before covered to head to toe in synthetic flesh, and then pieces with their alloy visibly seen through cracks.
[ There is not, but he was very excited about them. He was still the same person though, a soul in a metallic body, and one who she had loved dearly.
Even so, if given the choice, Nanami would have chosen a body closer to the one that Midori himself has, rather than the body he was given or the upgrades that might have been made with him if were treated as their example was. He won't see it, but there's a brief smile as he continues it, one that disappears when he asks his question. ]
Mmn... It doesn't look like it.
[ But that's a good thing, isn't it? It means that he's still alive and well. He's still with everyone. ]
does he have any friends here? no, what does he have here but endless mysteries and questions that have yet to be answered. he's met with voices that aren't familiar, others are, but they're not his coworkers or participants. they're random inserts of people that he might have to adjust himself to learning about.
it'd be easier if he had his head, he could register names to faces, voice to person, but all he has is voice, and her name which will be easy enough for him later.
he places a hand in his lap, body turning towards the sound of her voice like "go on," he's just a headless body, at the moment, but she sounds like she's been here long enough to make judgements on her friends, and her surroundings. ]
BRO WE GOT THE OPERATING TABLE IN THE WORKSHOP NOW
Komaeda-kun. He the Ultimate Lucky Student, and Hinata-kun. He's an Ultimate too, but he doesn't remember his talent.
[ None of this will mean anything to a person who's not from their world, but it might at least be easy enough to gather than it's a title of sorts.
She stops short of offering anything on that point, as past their presence it gets a bit messy. Both are older than her now, and both have changed because of that. Even so Hinata is Hinata and Komaeda is Komaeda, and both are her precious people, and so the details aren't important. ]
[ names he doesn't know, but everything will come together once his head is attached. there is a brief moment of confusion at the titles, which he understands are titles, but... titles. he's indifferent to it when one is based off luck, and the other is unknown.
what makes an ultimate an ultimate?
is a general question, considering he's not from her world. is it something of a profession, or an award given to another person? truly, showing curiosity isn't too bad. it's not like he knows who either of these people are.
...
and how long has his memory problems persisted? ]
YOU GOTTA HURRY UP AND GET ON THAT it's so cute for him
[ What makes an Ultimate an Ultimate? In truth, it's an arbitrary title given to those who were determined to be worthwhile by a government-run school that no longer even exists. Nanami herself doesn't need to differentiate between the majority and the minority. It could be because her human counterpart never did, or perhaps it's simply because she was never exposed to that toxic culture. ]
It's a person who's the very best at what they do... Like the Ultimate Team Manager, or the Ultimate Gymnast...
[ The second question takes longer for her to answer. It's as much out of consideration for how to answer it tactfully as it is her inability to answer to truly answer it. Due to her coding, there's only so much that she can offer on the subject.
...
... ]
He'd forgotten it by time we met.
i do ugh im so excited ready to build and create if dito just hurry up and die!!
[ the best at what they do? that brings up so many complications, is there a trade when it comes to this?
are they bad at everything else...?
she can tell the body is trying to understand with how slow his hand movements are in responding. it doesn't quite make sense, what goes does it do to be good at one thing? did they just not work hard enough to be good at everything? midori doesn't understand or perhaps that's him lacking his head.
hearing that someone has forgotten however, he finds, they can stay that way. that way, they can learn an entirely different skill, and pick up another. this might be a chance to indulge in growth.
excuse if i sound rude, i've never heard of the title used in a way.
he did notice her hesitance on the question, how interesting... ]
[ That's right, there are places where Ultimates don't exist. That seems to be the norm, really, as she hasn't heard of any similar systems. But it's difficult to explain such a normalized concept to another person. It's like trying to explain what breathing is like, or why one stops at a red light.
She wouldn't say they're bad at everything else, but... It wouldn't be wrong to say that their talent is all that they have either. ]
You can be good at other things. But you're not really focused on anything else, 'cause it's all about developing and strengthening your talent.
[ Which is to say, there's little-no opportunity to truly excel at anything else. One can't learn to play piano if they're expected to spend their time focused on gaming.
Hmm.... ]
What do you do for a living, um...?
[ She didn't catch his name either. ]
STOPPPPP thinking about how we need to regain more collars to make dito our guinea pig
[ it confuses him, actually, if they're good at one thing, why can't they become good at another. is their time limited to only one purpose, and wouldn't just having the one make you mediocre at best, knowing that someone else could be learning that, while polishing another skill?
he doesn't understand the title of ultimate, and she can tell that his body is going over the information of how it leans forward, and one hand "cups" his chin in thought.
is there someone to judge if you completed your talent?
does it ever end? is it ongoing?
i'm both a doctor and technician, but it wouldn't be a lie to call me a jack of all trades. ]
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OUR BONUS AC!! gonna get me a gga
[ Midori won't be able to see the smile on her face, but he'll certainly hear it in her voice - soft and warm, but cheerful. She is leaning in now though, trying to see if she can see anything inside of the empty space inside of him. Nanami can't, of course, being considerably smaller than him. It's the same curiosity one might see in a child presented with a new toy, but with none of the thoughtless disregard.
But there's no denying that she's charmed thus far. ]
One of my friends was turned into a robot. Ah, you're a lot more advanced than he was though... I think.
[ At the very least, the body before her is a far closer match for what a human would look like. If he had the head to match, he would be indistinguishable from a human. Mechamaru would never be mistaken for a human, but after the initial shock they had all realized that he was the same person inside of the metallic shell. This person is equally lively, and so she decides that he must be no different than any other she might run into. ]
YES OUR BONUS AC!!!! im crying looks up... we make BIg moves
with his hand lifting, he hits them together, his fingers quickly adjusting to speak words through movement.
you haven't seen anything yeeeeet! ~
the end of his sentence is an elongated hold of the hand gesture, and then he wiggles his hand into the tilde expression so that she understands that it's meant to have a little lilt in his voice. because of the type of person he is, he doesn't need to impress her despite saying those words, he's sure just getting his head back would be more than enough. without it for now, he knows that he could remove his arm, hand, and other parts, but being so percent of doll, means that he has to keep his so parts that are human unknown.
for now she thinks he's 100% which isn't the case, but rather talking about him.
tell me about your friend, what made him different?
are they not able to make intelligence in man's shape? he lifts his hands up in a sheepish manner, only to add to the excuse me for prying, he has to act innocent after all. ]
WE DO... we're powerful nms, soon we'll be unstoppable
Is there more that she's missing? Maybe he has features like Mechamaru, or maybe it's because he's still missing a piece of himself? If their construction is completely different, there's no denying that the person before her has the same liveliness that her friend had. ]
It's alright. I don't mind... Hmm.
[ She pauses now, collecting her thoughts in order to answer the question. In truth, Monokuma had slapped him together. It was a virtual world, and so any form would have been possible, but he'd deliberately chosen one that was inhuman and metallic. But he was still Nekomaru on the inside, and so not much had changed at all. ]
He was more like Prototype Jack in Tekken. He was metal, and kind of blocky, and his chest opened up... Oh, but he had a lot of cool features! He had a radio clock with an alarm in his chest, and drink dispenses in his eyes, and there was a button on the back of him...
[ She trails off, and it seems to occur to her that her newfound friend might have these bizarre additions as well. He might hear it as she shuffles a little to one side, leaning over to peek behind him to see if he has a button on him. There's no reason for it aside from wanting to see if the two had anything in common. ]
GOD not unstoppable I'm so excited soon we go shopping what to regain next
much like the tin man from wizard of oz, he too could lack a heart, and in exchange, run on time. love comes in an endless supply, continuously shared between those that partake in it, and as long as there's two people; love nurtures and grows. time only needs one, but time wears one down, it teaches them, but also takes what they've learned. time isn't un an endless supply for a person like love, and he pities the idea of a time-gated love.
everything else is, well, he wouldn't have made him that way.
her observation of him will not be as fruitful as it would have been on her friend, there's no button, or anything. the body appears to be just like a human, no odd additions that seem like it'd give him trouble.
there's nothing in common, sadly, but that doesn't mean she can't learn
he makes the gesture for laughter, chuckling through swift movements of his hands and fingers.
that means upon his newer models, he'd get flesh attached until they apply pieces instead of layers!
a brief glimpse at how aware he is to the fighting game, knowing that they were steel, before covered to head to toe in synthetic flesh, and then pieces with their alloy visibly seen through cracks.
is that friend here? ]
i can't wait for yogen to be renamed yttdr2
Even so, if given the choice, Nanami would have chosen a body closer to the one that Midori himself has, rather than the body he was given or the upgrades that might have been made with him if were treated as their example was. He won't see it, but there's a brief smile as he continues it, one that disappears when he asks his question. ]
Mmn... It doesn't look like it.
[ But that's a good thing, isn't it? It means that he's still alive and well. He's still with everyone. ]
Ah, I have a couple other friends here though.
NOT YTTDR2 ITS LITERALLY WHATS GOING ON HERE
does he have any friends here? no, what does he have here but endless mysteries and questions that have yet to be answered. he's met with voices that aren't familiar, others are, but they're not his coworkers or participants. they're random inserts of people that he might have to adjust himself to learning about.
it'd be easier if he had his head, he could register names to faces, voice to person, but all he has is voice, and her name which will be easy enough for him later.
he places a hand in his lap, body turning towards the sound of her voice like "go on," he's just a headless body, at the moment, but she sounds like she's been here long enough to make judgements on her friends, and her surroundings. ]
BRO WE GOT THE OPERATING TABLE IN THE WORKSHOP NOW
[ None of this will mean anything to a person who's not from their world, but it might at least be easy enough to gather than it's a title of sorts.
She stops short of offering anything on that point, as past their presence it gets a bit messy. Both are older than her now, and both have changed because of that. Even so Hinata is Hinata and Komaeda is Komaeda, and both are her precious people, and so the details aren't important. ]
SIGHS WHEN I MAKE DITO HIS DOG DOLL BODY
what makes an ultimate an ultimate?
is a general question, considering he's not from her world. is it something of a profession, or an award given to another person? truly, showing curiosity isn't too bad. it's not like he knows who either of these people are.
...
and how long has his memory problems persisted? ]
YOU GOTTA HURRY UP AND GET ON THAT it's so cute for him
It's a person who's the very best at what they do... Like the Ultimate Team Manager, or the Ultimate Gymnast...
[ The second question takes longer for her to answer. It's as much out of consideration for how to answer it tactfully as it is her inability to answer to truly answer it. Due to her coding, there's only so much that she can offer on the subject.
...
... ]
He'd forgotten it by time we met.
i do ugh im so excited ready to build and create if dito just hurry up and die!!
are they bad at everything else...?
she can tell the body is trying to understand with how slow his hand movements are in responding. it doesn't quite make sense, what goes does it do to be good at one thing? did they just not work hard enough to be good at everything? midori doesn't understand or perhaps that's him lacking his head.
hearing that someone has forgotten however, he finds, they can stay that way. that way, they can learn an entirely different skill, and pick up another. this might be a chance to indulge in growth.
excuse if i sound rude, i've never heard of the title used in a way.
he did notice her hesitance on the question, how interesting... ]
when you take his head off he will be
She wouldn't say they're bad at everything else, but... It wouldn't be wrong to say that their talent is all that they have either. ]
You can be good at other things. But you're not really focused on anything else, 'cause it's all about developing and strengthening your talent.
[ Which is to say, there's little-no opportunity to truly excel at anything else. One can't learn to play piano if they're expected to spend their time focused on gaming.
Hmm.... ]
What do you do for a living, um...?
[ She didn't catch his name either. ]
STOPPPPP thinking about how we need to regain more collars to make dito our guinea pig
he doesn't understand the title of ultimate, and she can tell that his body is going over the information of how it leans forward, and one hand "cups" his chin in thought.
is there someone to judge if you completed your talent?
does it ever end? is it ongoing?
i'm both a doctor and technician, but it wouldn't be a lie to call me a jack of all trades. ]