"Lousy stupid goddamn who does she think she is, leaving me here and then forgetting her stupid key- I'm not your damn housemaid!-and then she expects me to let her back in immediately after-" rambled a feminine voice in Yamataian-tinged Lorath beyond the door. A shuffling sound and a trip, followed by more shuffling was heard before a bolt, a second bolt, and a third bolt being unlocked from the door. Finally, the door opened just enough for a grey-haired girl with a tank-top on to poke her head through, bleary eyed.
"You jer- oh. . . er. . . sorry. Thought you were somebody else," she mumbled, casting her eyes downwards. "You trying to buy a program or something?"
While Sana was the one to originally knock, Miles was the one to speak up, considering there was no 'Pain of Death' as promised by the scroll hung upon the exterior of the door. As he stepped around Sana, he peered at the person who opened it, and was easily able to determine a nationality, and it left him quite curious. He had heard from Aiesu that she had a room mate, he just did not know that it was a Yamataian, it was certainly quite out of the ordinary.
"No thanks on the programs. We're here to meet with Aiesu, she was expecting our arrival." Miles stated, as he kept it rather brief, since it was a matter of patient confidentiality. "Is she in at the moment?"
Some Yamataian cartoon's noise drifted in through the opened door, apparently returning from some relatively quiet commercial. The girl turned her head back and sighed, then opened the door fully to invite the duo in. She wore sweatpants on her bottom half that were previously hidden by the wooden obstruction.
"N-no. She's not around. You're not one of the people from the company, are you? Cuz I'm not the right one to handle that stuff anyways." The girl sniffled. "Come on in, anyways. Just be sure not to touch. . . pretty much anything aside from the chairs."
Upon the door being opened wide, and the welcoming gesture, Miles gave Sana a nod before leading the way into the dormatory apartment. As he stepped inside, the sounds from the media broadcast caught his ear, and that, combined with the nationality of who he was speaking to, led him to switch from his native 'Trade' dialect, to proper Yamataian. "No, this is not a corporate matter, just a consultation." Miles explained, keeping to the vague nature of his arrival out of respect for Aiesu. As he looked around, his cybernetic eye took in everything, making a detailed recording of the room, as he also took to taking a detailed look at... hm, that was a pickle, one he responded to with a traditional Yamataian bow before speaking; "I should handle introductions; My name is Doctor Gunn, my associate here is Sana... and you are?"
The construct wandered over to the nest bed, about to dive right back into the pile of blankets and pillows she was resting in prior, but the remembered that was probably a silly idea with guests around. So, she sat on top instead. "Oh, I'm Seire-, er. . . Seira Isbala. I get the feeling I've heard your name around before. . ."
"Doubtful." Miles spoke, with a smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. As his optic went over Seira, he could tell a thing or two, and knowing Aiesu well enough, he had already pegged the matter. He was just not going to be an assclown and point it out flagrantly, as he decided to remain casual... but not look like a pushover either; "Speaking of names, 'Isbala' is not exactly a Yamataian name."
"My parents are originally from pre-Yamatai dwellings. before the Empire even existed and all that - And I'm not that young!" The girl pouted slightly, rolling into the pile of softness to adjust it to her body shape. It wasn't that hard, considering there was the hole inside that she occupied prior. In a low voice, she added, "And technically speaking, I'm enrolled as a Nepleslian exchange student. Cuz of the moon thing."
"Mmm... sorry to bring it up." Miles spoke, and it was not out of some sort of dismissal, or some sort of glib mockery of regret. As a Nepleslian, it was a genuine statement, to live as an organic before the establishment of the Empire, was to live a dangerous life. That, and the matter of the moon impact on Lor, it was hardly like their discussion was touching on anything good for conversation. "Any idea when Aiesu will be back?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. We. . . just had an argument. Long story. Well, not REALLY a long story, but I don't really want to talk about it. I apparently alliterate when I get angry," Seira sighed. His eyes drifted over to Sana, and then back to Miles. "I still feel like I've heard your name somewhere, and not because it's a homophone either. Anyways, she your assistant or something?"
"Dangerous, daring, and dubious, delving into designations." Miles spoke, lightly mocking Seira on the mattered of the continued prying regarding his name. If it were not a matter of their host being an associate of Aiesu's, Miles was fairly sure he would have handled the continued inqueries with a response from a sidearm... but, that was just the Nepleslian manners talking. "As for her, she's my fiance, and assistant." he explained, before hooking his thumbs in the beltloops of his slacks, as he looked around the dorm room.
"Assistant and Fiance? Promiscuous." Seira responded with complete and utter nonchalance, making it clear she actualy didn't care about the odd nature of that relationship.
"You know... traditionally, in Nepleslian, Yamataian, and Lorath cultures... even Helashio culture, it is customary to offer refreshment to guests upon arrival," the doctor spoke, making it clear he was not wanting to indulge the matter of identities.
But on the subject of food, she winced. "Well, I would LOVE to offer you something, but that's kind of what the argument was about. Go ahead and look in the cabinets."
"Well, some water would even be nice. It is a bit of a walk to get around this dormatory building, and a cool drink would do a person some good." Miles replied, as he took the invitation to browse the cabinets none the less. After all, it was a distinctive upgrade from 'Don't touch anything except for the chairs', which was immediately imposed upon arrival. "Oh hey, nutrient powder, awesome." Miles spoke, sounding somewhat enthused on the matter. Sure, it was not steak and potatoes, or even a delicious burger, but he knew well enough that there was an appetite suppressant in the mix that would keep his nagging hunger at bay, a hunger that had been persisting since arriving on Lor and dealing with 'Man Sized' portions.
"Don't even get me started on that stuff. Oooh, she's gotten me so. . . argh, not worth getting this mad over, not worth it. . ." She mumbled to herself, turning her attention to the TV once more. It was an episode of Kamen Sentai Nekorangers, yet another typical one where Sami is the object of everybody's affections. And then, it dawned on her.
"Miyamoto Minoru. . ." The construct said, watching the animated character's white hair sway in the animated breeze. Animatedly. "Waaaaaaait just a darn minute. . . You wouldn't happen to be THE Miles Gunn, would you? Like, of Sakura fame?"
It was a casual response for a Nepleslian, as Miles set down the powdered meal, and reached to his hip before producing a civilian model of a Yamataian NSP, which let out a rather ominous whine indicating that the capacitor inside was primed for something distinctively more noteworthy than a measley little scalar stun, though, he did not aim it at his host, but instead, set it on the kitchen countertop alongside the powdered nutritional suppliment. There were no words to be spoken though, not at that moment, as Miles eyed the construct until that fragile moment passed as he thumbed the safety on the NSP and cut straight to the chase; "Puppet, I'd not hesitate to put Aiesu through the work of making another of you if you go and keep spouting off like that. It ain't healthy, for either of us."
"Well then, you figured that out quickly. What gave me away, the fact that she's so damn stubborn that she had to MANUFACTURE a roommate?" She sighed, meeting Miles's eyes with a glare."And that gun doesn't scare me one bit. I've beaten crazy jelly-women scarier than you, and all I had was a bar."
She neglected to mention the fact that it was an alcohol-serving bar with a cryo tube running to it for temperature reasons, not a metal bar for beating the everloving crap out of people with.
"Were you really rejected that many times by Hanako, or was that a dramatization by the show?"
"Biometric readings were the give-away, I knew from the moment I saw you." Miles spoke, as his lips pressed into a distinctive frown of being rather displeased with the situation. Of course Aiesu had to have a puppet for a room mate, and really, that somehow defeated the whole point she had made back at Ondine that she had begun to socialize... it was just another one of her dollhouse games. "And the show has it wrong, I tapped that." Miles stated honestly, before he raised his NSP and leveled it at Seira "Alright, so, are you a good doll or a bad doll? Because really, I don't want to put up with someone who is going to go spouting off that I'm here, and it'll just lead to trouble for everyone, including Aiesu."
"Ah, please, don't get your cross-dressing panties in a bunch. I don't go babbling about this kinda stuff. I'm just naturally curious." Seira mumbled, flicking off the TV. "Just because somebody knows things doesn't mean they'll TELL. All I am is technically a robot, so this me doesn't really matter in the larger scheme of things. There's another me, of course, fighting the good fight. And probably yet another, provided this me isn't what my contract is for, who is fighting so the other stays ahead of the bad guys."
She rolled off of the pile, navigating the messy floor nimbly to walk over to the fridge and retrieve a glass from the freezer.
"Good guys don't tell secrets that'll hurt their friends, says Phoenix Man."
"Sideburns don't lie." Miles replied, before he flipped the safety on the NSP back onto safe-mode, as the capacitor in the pistol discharged back into the battery pack. "You know, you should take a hint from someone aside from Aiesu, discretion in behavior is very important in regard to social relations. She may not be the best person to learn those kinds of things from. You don't tell a man who has a bounty on his head that he seems familar somehow, and more so, you don't just blurt it out."
"We're in a private setting that is guaranteed not to have bugs. I'll say what I please," She told him, pouring water into the icy glass. "'Sides, you expect somebody as scrawny as me to troll Bounty boards? Get real."
"You're a robot, your point is moot. You are a bug, and you don't say what you please you say what pleases your program, and your power-to-mass ratio is likely kin to a small civilian ground transport." Miles replied, as he seemed entirely unimpressed.
"Robot programmed entirely by Aiesu. Sorta. Definitely designed entirely by her. My mind is almost entirely mine, save for some extra knowledge she added. I still think exactly the way I did before my imprinting, but a little more domestic. I've got less of a wanderlust, at least. But that's probably because I spend most of my time watching cartoons."
She handed the chilly glass to Miles, making a 'seriously' look.
"I say what I please. End of story."
"I'd like to see you pull that with Aiesu around." Miles replied, as he took the glass from Seira and gave a nod and spoke "Thank you" before he went about mixing in some of the powdered nutritional suppliment into the glass. Not much really, just enough to take the edge off his glucose depravation. "You know though, it feels a lot like I'm dealing with some sort of butler-maid, instead of Aiesu's roomie at this point."
"You have no idea. Sometimes, it feels like it."
