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[Filtered to those he attacked or otherwise intimidated on the Event Horizon (aka Ashura, Muraki, Pixy (if he really wants to hear it) and Gary Sitterson).]

I realize that many of you may be recovering from the events that transpired over the past few days. However, I wish to take a moment to apologize for any physical or psychological harm contact with me may have inflicted upon you. My only wish was to prevent anyone from harming themselves, others, or the ship before we were presented with the opportunity to escape. I do not like to engage my combat or stalking protocols on those I would otherwise consider allies, and did so with extreme reluctance.

If you wish to have a word with me in person, you will find me waiting in the lobby.

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[Those who happen to pass through the lobby this evening will find a fairly beat-up looking robo-wolf curled up near the stairs. Though he's had plenty of rest, psychologically he's still pretty tired. An odd thing, considering he's a robot, but his mind is as close to human as an AI can be.]

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[Chie walked out of the kitchen with some hashbrowns again, and deja vu! She saw Bladewolf in the lobby! But this time, she didn't drop her food, and instead she gave him a weak smile and waved at him. She's been crying at the loss of Ib, apparently. But she's hiding it]

Hey Bladwolf! Found someone to fix you up yet?

[Bladewolf perks up at Chie's voice, and sits up to speak to her. He sees the evidence of tears having been on your face, but doesn't know you well enough yet to comment on it.]

Negative. However, I have not searched with a great deal of diligence, as many people are still under a great deal of psychological stress as a result of the events of the past few days. Grieving the loss of loved ones, and healing the psychological wounds inflicted by the Event Horizon takes precedence over my repairs.

... True.

Well, I got some time. It's not like I'm going anywhere today. No one is in the mood to do anything with everything that's happened...

Do you think I could do it?

[Bladewolf stands up, and stretches himself out like a pet that's been laying down for too long, before nodding.]

Affirmative. We will need to ask the castle for the appropriate materials, and preferably do the repairs in a place that is well lit and equipped for mechanical work, but I believe that the repairs I require are simple enough, that you may perform them with minimal instruction.

I believe my room in the castle is best suited for this task. I have yet to use it for it's intended purpose, and may need further repairs and maintenance in the future. I believe it is possible to ask the castle to shape one's bedroom as the user requires, is it not?

Yeah it does that. My room looks pretty much like it used to back home. This one is just way bigger. Like almost an apartment! [Chie smiles proudly at that, living in an apartment-sized room made her feel more independent]

And sure. Where's your room at? Someday it could probably look like a lab or a repair shop. I don't know where you lived before this, so I'm just throwing my assumptions out there... Did you have people taking care of you back home?

My room is located on the second floor, near the end of the hall.

[He thinks about this for a moment. Bladewolf had never really "lived" anywhere. Sure, when he worked for Desperado he was often kept in a maintenance bay with the other LQ-84 models, but after being defeated by Raiden and being repaired by Wilhelm "Doktor" Voigt, he stayed with, and traveled with Raiden.]

In a manner of speaking, yes. Most recently, I was in the employment of Maverick Security, and their chief cybernetics expert, Dr. Wilhelm Voigt kept me in his lab while I underwent repairs. Prior to that, I was held against my will by Desperado Enforcement, and was used as a template for the LQ-84 Fenrir. As a result, I was made to share a maintenance bay with my "offspring", so that Desperado could copy the essential elements of my design for mass-production.

That's sounds so cool. It sounds like something from an action movie... [Yeah, all those names just went out the other ear again, she's just munching on her breakfast]

But okay, we could take the elevator again if you want. I'm fine with the stairs. It's good exercise!

Something like that, yes.

[Robo-shrug.]

Either is fine, as I do not require exercise.

[Nevertheless, he bounds up the stairs, taking them 4 and 5 at a time, before stopping to wait for Chie on the landing.]

Well, it's exercise for me! [She grins. She takes her physical health seriously, apparently]

Man, I wouldn't be able to keep up with you though. My dog back home can't even run that fast anymore. He's grown too fat.

I was designed with stealth and agility in mind. When running at my top speed, I am capable of outrunning even the most advanced cyborgs with little difficulty. If you wish, we may run together, if it is an activity you enjoy.

[He looks down the hall, thinking about his "room". He'd found it easily enough, but seeing as how he didn't need much sleep, or have much in the way of physical possessions or needs, literally all that was inside was the Murasama Sword, sitting on a dresser. He hadn't even considered remodeling it to his liking, before being damaged. It was nice to have an excuse to claim his own space, even with as little time as he intended to stay there.]

It looks like you really are built for agility! I guess being designed after a wolf helps with that too.

And we can run together sometime! Not today though, I'm tired [Chie yawns] I think I slept too long. I wished for a new bed and it is outrageously comfortable I don't want to get up!

[Chie follows Bladewolf into his room and immediately noticed the sword]

Wow, nice sword.

Affirmative. My initial design was significantly less agile, as it featured a mounting bracket for the chainsaw I was equipped with. Fortunately, I was given the option of excluding it from my current design.

[Bladewolf looks up at where he left the Murasama, and is immediately hit with a pang of "heartbreak", for the man it belonged to.]

It once belonged to a friend of mine, a swordsman named Samuel Rodrigues. I keep it in his memory.

[He walks over to where he'd set it, and takes it into his mouth.]

If we are to wish for my room to be reconfigured into a workshop, we should probably step outside. I will require your instruction on the function of "wishing", as I have not done so since I arrived.

[He doesn't want to hear it, but he won't ignore it, at least. Buuut he's not gonna be visiting in person because of his leg.]

You did what you had to. I think whoever you helped should be more grateful to be alive than holding anything against you.

That is a fair point, but I nevertheless find discomfort in having to re-engage my combat protocols, even for the preservation of life. I realize that it is, at times, a necessary evil, but it is one I would prefer to avoid if I am able.

Given what just happened, I think you'd better get comfortable with the idea of combat again. This place isn't just a happy little vacation spot after all.

[It was a living hell is what it was.]

I will take your advice into consideration, and hope that my former employers do not find their way here, through whatever means Paradisa chooses it's targets.

[He manages a dry laugh.]

I don't think you're the only one who wouldn't want to see former employers again.

[Or companions as well, in his case. Though with this place, such a thing seemed way more likely than he would have liked to admit.]

... Whatever is behind this place, I doubt they set their sights on particular people.

Affirmative. However, the cyborgs of Desperado Enforcement are particularly dangerous, and are known as "The Winds of Destruction". Many of them are former child soldiers, whose skill and brutality allowed them to survive into adulthood, and were further enhanced with cybernetic technology to repair physical injuries sustained in their countries of origin.

[Bladewolf, on the other hand, wouldn't mind seeing Raiden again, or even Sam, if what he's heard about Paradisa reviving the dead was true.]

Perhaps, but it is difficult to know for sure, due to the unpredictable nature of the castle's actions.

Child soldiers?

[What the actual fuck. That's something even he can't imagine; after all, the only soldiers he ever faced were adults. Two types of people shouldn't be involved in war: Children and civilians. He'd actually rather not think about it.]

... sounds like your world's worse off than where I came from.

Children who are born and grow to maturity in impoverished third-world nations, typically located in the Middle East. Usually orphaned, they either learn combat as a means to survive, or are conscripted by extremist groups to prey upon the sympathy of potential liberators, such as the U.S. Military, or NATO forces.

[He thinks of Raiden, a survivor of the Liberian Civil War, Moonsoon, a survivor of the Khmer Rouge, and Mistral, who survived the Algerian Civil War. In reality, the only cyborgs he'd had extended contact with who weren't child soldiers were Khamsin and Sundowner, who were both former U.S. Military, who joined Desperado because they had nothing else they could do.]

As I understand it, every "world" has it's problems. War, unfortunately, is a universal constant wherever intelligent life exists.

[He can only frown at that explanation. He'd certainly never heard of that where he came from, though granted he paid little attention to the continents other than Osea, but he doubts there's a country that would be mad enough to raise child soldiers... or so he hopes, anyway. Even in economic strife, Belka wasn't that desperate.]

War is the sole reason that borders exist. Borders between countries placed for that very reason so that those higher up can get into their squabbles.

[But that's why A World With No Boundaries existed. That's why Pixy joined them- to erase those borders. People were equal otherwise if those borders didn't exist to define them.

...it's just a shame he failed in the end.]

War was certainly expected where I came from. Hell, I'd just gotten out of one before I got here.

Perhaps. I do not know much of politics, or the psychological compulsions of those who engage in it. Though I choose to fight, I do not fight for a political ideology, but for those who are exploited for the ideology of others.

[At first, Bladewolf fought for survival, but his exposure to Khamsin had caused him to write a directive relating to ensuring the freedom of whoever he found that was being oppressed. After being "liberated" by Raiden, he chose to fight for those Raiden fought for, innocents being exploited for war. His reasoning didn't get much more complicated than that.]

[Congratulations, Bladewolf. You got more respect from Pixy.]

Good to know you don't fight for a political agenda. Politicians have enough people to sacrifice for their own gain. So long as they win, who cares about guys like us, eh?

[He mostly manages a sarcastic tone, but a hint of anger is apparent. He's still left wondering why Cipher wasted his skill on defending that flawed world.]

My creators were careful to educate me in such a way as to avoid politics, beyond using it as a conversational tool.

Agreed. There is a quote I like, spoken by a soldier who has become somewhat famous due to being the progenitor of modern cyborgs..."We are not tools of the government, or anyone else. Fighting was the only thing... the only thing I was good at. But... at least I always fought for what I believed in."

[Oh, those are words that resonate with him, alright. In a way, that's a guy he wouldn't mind meeting.]

I don't think I've ever heard truer words from a soldier. I'm glad to hear there are others that think in a similar vein and don't let themselves be used as the government's pawns.

His name was Frank Jaeger. He became known as Gray Fox, once enlisted into the Special Forces unit "FOXHOUND", and was one of the greatest soldiers of his time.

Look don't sweat it big guy...you were only doing your duty in extreme circumstances.

[Something he knows only too well.]

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That may be so, but that does not prevent me from regretting having to do so.

Though I do find myself curious about your reaction. You seemed fearful of a "killer robot" which you imagined me to be. I wish to know more of this robot, if you are willing to indulge my curiosity.

[Fuck...that was the last question he wanted to be asked. However he should have expected it. Everything seemed so vivid and real. It really was like watching all the monsters escape and butcher everybody in front of him.

His first instinct is to stall...the truth would only paint a huge bull’s-eye on his back to the other residents.]

I imagined you were a what now?

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[He knows that tactic, but won't be deterred. Robots designed for combat or otherwise spark his interest, because he was one himself.]

A "killer robot" is the term you used, I believe. Not dissimilar from my original design, and that of my "offspring", the LQ-84 Fenrir.

[ There probably was a serial number on that thing somewhere but he never really checked. It was one of the more home-grown monsters that was constructed, passed on and tweaked by another agency connected to his.

There was only one thing for it.]

Look...can you keep something to yourself here?

Affirmative. Anything said between you and I which you would prefer to be kept in confidence, will be.

I worked for a government agency back home...The killer robot I saw in question was one we used to send in to battle against enemy forces.

I haven't said anything to anybody because...well I'm looking to escape that part of my life.

[It's a half truth...that should satisfy his curiosity. He's hoping.]

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[Bladewolf can sort of tell that Gary's not telling him the whole truth, but can relate to wanting to leave certain parts of his life behind, so he's not going to press it.]

Understandable. In truth, I have similar motivations, wishing to go against my design.

As long as your motivation is genuine, I will keep your former occupation in confidence.

I appreciate that a lot.

So how are you holding up after everything big guy?

It is no trouble. I have learned that Paradisa is an ideal place for those who wish to "start over". Your experience on the Event Horizon notwithstanding, your are as deserving of that opportunity as anyone.

Aside of some minor abrasions to my exoskeleton, I am undamaged.

[Aside of a minor moral crisis resulting from having to engage his Killer Robot protocols to rescue people, anyway, but he's not going to talk about that.]

True...every cloud has a silver lining and all that.

As long as there's nothing that needs attention I guess thats a blessing.

[No worries dude...lots of things aren't being talking about today.]

Given that we are unable to leave of our own will, we must make the best of the situation, though we did not choose it.

Ms. Chie Satonaka has volunteered to make simple repairs on my exoskeleton, which I have accepted as an act of kindness. Though it is unnecessary, she seems to want to help in any way she is able.

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