[ ooc: AK-12 is an android btw. Her eyes are almost always closed but she can see alright. She also carries the weapon she's named after with her, of course. ]
VANISH
Hmm.
[ AK-12 can be found standing by a bench, holding the box with one hand while the other rests on her firearm. She seems to be staring at it, even though her eyes are closed. ]
Can't seem to get any sort of unique read on these, but I'm sure it's the same box that has been popping up everywhere for the last hour. An invitation to seek warmth, perhaps?
[ Her lips curl on a soft smile. ]
Too bad, though. I've yet to succumb to this cold. I am Russian made, after all. This is just another day on the field for me.
BETTER WATCH OUT
[ As she walks the streets, AK-12 grips her firearm tightly. She keeps finger discipline, of course (she's not an amateur), but her frown is burrowed and her usual placid smile is a flat line at the moment. ]
What is this feeling? My instruments can't detect anything following me, and yet...
[ And yet, the feeling it's there. It's an instinct, not unlike others she's had before, but this time her detection systems are blind to this threat she feels in her gut. ]
Could I be malfunctioning? I still have no idea of what's going on here.
NETWORK
un: Калашников
If this is a simulation, I must apologize, but whoever coded it has read one too many children's books. Not quite my style, to be perfectly honest.
If it's not, I have to praise whoever managed to both intercept and relocate me. I praise myself of my hacking abilities, but apparently I've met my match.
If there's any other T-Doll around, I would recommend we reconvene and share intel.
To the humans here, I must ask: did you guys have your third world war yet? I'm inclined to think you haven't. Most curious~
Kalashnikova AK-12 | Girls' Frontline
VANISH
Hmm.
[ AK-12 can be found standing by a bench, holding the box with one hand while the other rests on her firearm. She seems to be staring at it, even though her eyes are closed. ]
Can't seem to get any sort of unique read on these, but I'm sure it's the same box that has been popping up everywhere for the last hour. An invitation to seek warmth, perhaps?
[ Her lips curl on a soft smile. ]
Too bad, though. I've yet to succumb to this cold. I am Russian made, after all. This is just another day on the field for me.
BETTER WATCH OUT
[ As she walks the streets, AK-12 grips her firearm tightly. She keeps finger discipline, of course (she's not an amateur), but her frown is burrowed and her usual placid smile is a flat line at the moment. ]
What is this feeling? My instruments can't detect anything following me, and yet...
[ And yet, the feeling it's there. It's an instinct, not unlike others she's had before, but this time her detection systems are blind to this threat she feels in her gut. ]
Could I be malfunctioning? I still have no idea of what's going on here.
NETWORK
un: Калашников
If this is a simulation, I must apologize, but whoever coded it has read one too many children's books. Not quite my style, to be perfectly honest.
If it's not, I have to praise whoever managed to both intercept and relocate me. I praise myself of my hacking abilities, but apparently I've met my match.
If there's any other T-Doll around, I would recommend we reconvene and share intel.
To the humans here, I must ask: did you guys have your third world war yet? I'm inclined to think you haven't. Most curious~