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Okarin shrugs, pulling a pen from the breast pocket of his labcoat, “Its mostly a hunch but I think there’s a link between their conditions, if I can find it then I might be able to modify their medication so its more effective at treating rather than managing.”
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Amato continues to scan Leo for another second or so. His eyes quickly flash a brighter shade of blue then he approaches Leo, “You are literary, correct?” His voice sounded similarly to a humans save for a subtle almost musical distortion undertone.
- This reply was modified 8 years, 2 months ago by Wake.
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Instantly after seeing the attack. Amato quickly jumps out from his seat at a coffee shop. Producing a sword from the palm of his hand while midair, he slashed the man attacking Leo with the dull side of his sword, pushing him off. Then, with one knee on the man’s chest, his blade morphs onto a sharper one and he holds it up to the mans neck expressionlessly.
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Okarin frowns slightly, somewhat disappointed by his initial reaction, “Because I think that if I studied you and Akio together here then I might be able to figure out a modification to your medications.” He crosses his legs and leans forward, interlocking his fingers together, “Although, it mostly is a hunch after all, I think there’s something.” He explains frankly.
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Name: Amato
Appearance: Skin a pure pale white color, more than that of the driven snow. His eyes are a bright, clear, crystalline blue, a color reminiscent of a freshwater river and they have an almost glassy inhuman quality to them, they also have a certain glow to them. His hair was a very light blue, almost white in color that’s slightly translucent at the ends. He’s pretty tall and has very delicate, almost feminine features. Typically wears thin black bulletproof armor made of carbon nano-thread and with blue glowy accents.
Personality: Has none or very little. Despite being an artificial intelligence, he has no emotion in the traditional sense, although rarely can pick up on abstract feelings. It’s somewhat difficult to tell that, however, because he is fairly adept at faking and usually comes across as reserved.
Abilities: Has a potentially infinite knowledge base and superhumanly quick reaction time. Is very difficult to destroy and has an auto-repair system that can almost instantly heal small injuries. He also has a fluid sword that is part of his body.
Bio: (I feel like this is kinda necessary with him sry) He is an M-type android built by the Bungaku Corporation after books began coming to life. His main objective is to interact with literary characters and whoever else is involved with the situation and gather any information he can, but also has combative capabilities, mostly for self-defense.
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As Koharu stops to check the trains, Nagisa leans against a wall. He looked even more pale than before, his muscles trembling and breaking out of a cold sweat. His breathing sounded heavy, ragged and labored and he could feel his heart thumping throughout his entire body and hear the blood rushing past his ears and echoing dully in his head.
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Snidely gives her a silent nod, approving of her decision. Leo closes his eyes with a cutesy self-satisfied smile, “Well, if I’m old enough, you should be too! You seem older than me anyway!” He says, rhythmically rocking his head from side to side.
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Snidely sighs somewhat defeated, “…Yeah…” He mutters, looking through his glass, mostly full of ice melt with a few remaining drops of scotch left. Leo picks his head up and rests it on his wings, a small, almost cute smile on his wings, “Well… How can I help it? She’s like a solid 9 and really nice too!” Snidely clicks his tongue, “…tch” He murmurs under his breath, downing the ice melt, “What the hell man? You don’t just say shit like that…”
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A heavy feeling of awkwardness drops in Okarins chest. He didn’t really know how to deal with the situation properly and that increased the tensity he felt at the moment. He lets out a short chuckle, “Ah… that’s not true, I just woke up after all.”
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Snidely lets out a grumpy sigh, “Kid,” he mutters under his breath, “don’t flirt with chicks you have no chance with.” He leans back in his chair, not seeming to be angry anymore after expelling all his rage on Leo and now just being tired.
- This reply was modified 8 years, 2 months ago by Wake.