White Angel The figure, clad in a long brown trench coat, high collar hiding her the side of her cheeks, looked up to the white mobile suit, touching the cool sheen of white armor at the foot. "Mommy will be right back baby." And with that, her hand, holding a hat, moved up to cover the semi-long black hair, and now, her eyes. She seemed to be somewhat a little odd wearing that manly clothing, but it hid her appearance. Hands in pocket - fingering idly her pistols hidden in her pockets, She stood at the door of the guild and knocked gently.
The moment that the woman's knuckles touched the tinted glass doors of the "employment agency", they slid apart to reveal the sparsely-decorated, functionality-oriented Guild inside. There wasn't much going on at the moment, but the second the doors lid open a woman sitting behind a desk suddenly rose to her feet and called out, "Hello there, and welcome to the Mercenary Guild. How can I help you?" she asked.
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A figure appeared; a feminine mechanical form, light near the glistening form warped and rippled like the surface of a disturbed pond, eventually dissipating to reveal a powered armor instantly recognizable to all who were familiar with the products of Ketsurui Fleet Yards. A Mindy M2-1E, this one painted with the colors of the Ketsurui Samurai, but with a gold torso and helmet. Her legs were blood red, her arms silver, her helmet gold and silver. This was Ketsueki. A large twin-bladed energy weapon of some sort is attached to the armor's back behind its right shoulder. Not pausing, the power armor approaches the doors to the new guild.
First mechs, and now powered infantry? Apparently somebody forgot to mention to NeiFirst that today was the science fair. Seeing the figure approach the door, she found herself hoping that this wasn't some kind of random shakedown by the five-oh or one of the local thuggeries. Their blood was AWFULLY hard to get out of the rugs, after all. Sitting up in her chair, NeiFirst finally recognized the armor as belonging to one of their more...prominent...customers. Her hackles settled again, and she found herself wondering what kind of bounty the Yamatai had brought today.
White Angel Standing literally right by the open doors, the Trench coat clad woman, wearing a hate stood looking to the power armor. She didn't feel threatened by it, and she stared at it unmovingly. Her hands, in her pockets both holding pistols, she stepped from the entrance of the door, allowing the armor into the guild. Her trench coat open, revealing the Navy-like Uniform of her army. She observed the armor, it's weaponry and the making of the model. She recognized the colors, the muscles in her neck tensed. Noticing though that Nei relaxed, she too, to a degree relaxed. She stood quietly away from any of them.
Wes: The almond-shaped helmet peered about the guild's foyer after, in a smooth, graceful movement, ducking inside. Light reflected off of the polished gold helmet like it was jewelry, and the "glitter girl's" transparent scanner lens embedded in the top of the helmet could have passed for a diamond. The power armor appeared in extremely well-kept form and glided around on its high-heeled feet like a swan on a lake. Clearly, the pilot was searching for something or someone.
NeiFirst's desk was right in the middle of everything, directly forward of the main doors. It placed her in a precarious position should somebody start shooting through the windows, but typically one wouldn't have the Guildmaster working the front desk. She looked to the powered armor advancing through the door, and asked, "Can I help you?"
Pulling down on her hat to hide more of her eyes, she began to button up her coat, it was rather cold in here with the door open and all. And with a gentle sigh she knew where this suit came from, she just never thought she'd run into one so soon. Especially now. She took out the pistol that lay hidden in her pocket, and spun it around her finger. Her eyes closed she leant against the wall, foot resting upon it, holding her form up with one leg, the foot tapped upon the wall gently. Humming a gentle soothing war tune.
"You," the armor addressed NeiFirst in an arrogant, imperialistic tone, "will assist me." Gloved black hands pressed down on the desk as the armored figure leaned forward, her metal-covered bosom at Nei's eye level and the helmet's rounded "nose" pointing down at Nei's head.
Though NeiFirst wasn't a terribly large woman, she did have a feral appearance - and when her hackles stood on end, one was reminded of the way a cat's fur stood up when provoked. She knew the reputation of the Yamatai powered armor in combat, and that was why she had always preferred that the representatives of Yamatai come to her unarmed rather than with missile launchers and the like. "I'll help you if the price is right," she countered. "Now what brings you barging into my Guild dressed for nuclear warfare?"
She raised an eyebrow at the armor's direction voice, and her hand moved down into the other pocket, drawing out the other pistol. She now began to spin both of the pistols in her hands. She stared at the armor carefully, checking its armor... Seeing how the light reflects of curtain areas, trying to find a disturbance - a week point... Just incase. Can never be to cautious around people these days. She flicked her short blonde hair from her eyesight with the barrel of the gun. She smirked at NeiFirst's comment. "More like dressed for taking on an intergalactic war by itself."
"Contacts," the armor said simply, as if the word could explain everything to someone. The pilot almost seemed to sneer, and a slight movement of her head just might have been a glance over her shoulder. Of course, the Mindy wasn't by any means blind to her surroundings. "My price is set by me alone and it is always right. I am Ketsueki, and I have returned for more...exploration in this universe."
The Guildmaster leaned back in her chair, her hackles still on end, but showing no sign of being intimidated by the armor. "I don't know, I can think of a few other organizations that don't always agree with your prices, but they're obviously in no position to stop you right now. You can stop trying to intimidate me, because nothing you can do will force the services of this Guild out of me. However, I value business...so let's keep this civil. What kind of contacts are you looking for?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
White Angel 'Contacts?' That word screamed at her like as if it were a job she wanted. She then, gripped both butts of the guns aiming them to the ground. She listened in on the conversation more, she wanting a job, and well anything that sounded like a possible paycheck, to fuel and keep Angel in perfect working order, then well she would try anything. She stared at them both intently, her hands, idly playing with the guns. Pushing off the wall she wandered close to NeiFirst, standing a little distance behind her, the high collar of her coat hiding her smirk.
"Intimidate?" The armor cackled. "I want to be connected with the guild. There are missions that need a strong, brutal blade like mine. I desire the option of keeping track of them, in case I feel the urge." One of the black-gloved hands clenched into a fist with a rubbery noise and the index finger, one of three (this armor had no pinky, apparently), pointed at Nei's neck from two inches away. "Don't try to preserve your dignity at the expense of your well-being."
NeiFirst looked at the finger for a moment, then right back up at the head of the armor. It took a great deal of willpower to hold the rage of her bestial aspects in check and not try (vainly) to rip the armor's finger off. "If you want connections to the guild..." she said, struggling not to clench her teeth, "...then you're going to have to pay for the affiliation, just like everybody else. I offer the same service to anybody who wants it, provided that they can foot the bill. This isn't a philanthropy, you know."
White Angel Twirling both pistols once more she then spun them into her pockets. "I think he need's manners." She then turned to look at the man, placing her hands into her pockets, she then sighed and watched the situation before her. She then laughed allowed to herself as she moved to stare out of the window, looking at her Mobile suit, towering over the HQ. 75ft of pure armor. Sighing she smiled, it's glowing red eye moving down to look back at her. She mouthed to him 'I'll be right there.'
"The price," Ketsueki demanded, sure to add a "cheat me and be dissolved into ash" undertone. There was no courtesy with her, only business. It was the exception to the rule in the case of the Ketsurui Samurai, if this pilot even could be considered one. All that was really known about the pilot was that she was sponsored by Ketsurui Fleet Yards directly, and would do almost any mission, so long as the clan supporting her wasn't involved. That, and she had an impressive body count. Rumor also had it she may have been the neko that helped Yui and Jonathan Miller defeat the psychotic terrorist Eve after Eve contaminated Ayenee Capital City with large amounts of biological and chemical weapons.
NeiFirst reached over and tapped a few keys on her computer, and ran a short analysis of the company compared to the Guild's financial status. Obviously, there had to be some price differential given the financial umph of organizations versus individuals. It wasn't much, though. After receiving the results, she looked up to the powered armor and said, "One thousand standard credits per job listing, full-and-final. No guarantees, no refunds. Given the amount of money at your group's disposal, I don't think that's unreasonable," she stated.
For a moment, the power armor, and its threatening and somewhat vulgar tones and undertones were irritating the mobile suit pilot. Oh she wondered if this being was cocky upon the battlefield. And even if that armor had the counts, it could lead to mistakes. In warfare, you always expected the worst. She stood next to the armor now, observing the making of it. She made a gentle 'hmmm' as she prodded the shoulder. Smiling she took a step back and then brought out a handheld computer, looking for potential jobs.
Noting the transaction of the armor going through, the woman handed the armor a business card with an email address listed on it, her hackles having settled quite nicely. "Everything appears to be in order, so you can submit your jobs to that address. They'll be posted within twenty-four hours, though it may take longer for a mercenary to come forward to do the job," she explained.
White Angel then looked to the card and then with a smirk her hands moved out of her pockets, and her arms crossed slowly. Bliss moved slowly around the suit, observing it more closely from every angle. It was impressive, but the smaller they are the less punch it has. She did always like big things - no pun - her smirk widened. "And what is that job?" She said aloud, her eyes locked on the armor. "I am very interested in you, Armor... And if there is a job you want done then well I am your woman, and Angel is your Suit to do it."
The Mindy's extended hand took away the card, but then banged on the desk loudly, twice. "I am not the one offering," she corrected Nei in that same tone that abusive types used to their captives, children, and slave. "I'm not a group, either." Of course, now that the mecha pilot had spoken up, she too would be getting a dose of Ketsueki's harsh attention. "Your suit," she said, "has little to offer me." It wasn't meant as an insult, but rather a raw statement.
White Angel's eyes narrowed, she felt her hands clench in her pockets. "Excuse me?" She said rather harshly, she felt her hand clench tighter. "If you don't mind, I think you misjudging my suit." She moved her hands into her pockets, "And if you think your tone is going to anger me you have another thing coming. Now how do you know if my suit is not? Good enough unless you try me." She then narrowed her stare, "It's not the suit's power, and it's the suit abilities and the pilot's abilities working together that wins a battle."
NeiFirst had finally taken about all she was going to stand at that point. Slowly, but surely, the rage welling up inside of her was gaining more and more dominion as the dualistic nature of her being battled for control. Suddenly on her feet, with her fingers digging into the metal desk, she glared right into the armor's head. "LISTEN, YOU! I will NOT be talked down to and treated like just another tool for you to toss about as you please! Now either level out and conduct your goddamned business, or get the fuck out of my Guild and don't come back!" By this time NeiFirst's already-plentiful hair had puffed itself out to quite an interesting proportion, and feral muscles were standing out from beneath the CF bodysuit she wore. She was pissed, to say the least.
NeiFirst found herself being outright laughed at by the mercenary. "Touchy, touchy," Ketseuki grinned behind the cover of her helmet. "Tools are all any of us are," the power armor's pilot said, tapping her helmet's rock-solid nose against Nei's forehead with just enough force to give her the "Grow up little girl. Look around you. We're all wading through a system of imperfection and suffering, each a slave to the whim of those who care not about her. The only way any of us gets what we want is to know when to submit, and when to assert. Now is your time to submit. If you're too sensitive to employ a real mercenary here, I'll be on my way.
NeiFirst never really heard anything that the armor said, or at least the words were lost in the jumble of instincts and emotional storms running through her head at that moment. The biomonster within her genetics had all but completely dominated the woman. Gone was the Palman of the hybrid picture, and before the armor stood a person who was little more than a wild animal. Fear, anger...these were the only things running through her "mind". She was threatened. Not even considering her weapon, NeiFirst was automatically pushed into fight or flight response. Growling low, the Numan backed away from the armor, teeth bared and hands cupped in a clawing fashion.
Again, Ketsueki laughed at NeiFirst. Even without her armor, it would've been difficult to get Ketsueki to see something feral to be a significant threat. This was, however, delaying the registration with the guild. "Come here," the armor taunted, gesturing with one hand. Maybe after a few blows, the creature-girl would come to her senses.
Enemy doesn't attack. Confusion...? Run away or defend the nest? Escape? There. Escape route found. Leap forward, fake the attack...between the legs...no, to the left. Out and around. Need space. Open space by tables and chairs. There. Go there. The thoughts were simplistic, each driven only by emotion - but the creature executed the maneuver to the best of her ability, feigning an attack only to spring away to put room between herself and this metal monstrosity.
The Mindy pilot was growing tired of this. Turning to face Nei and raising her left arm in one smooth motion, she fired her scalar weapon (set on stun level). The weapon would create a spontaneous surge of energy all throughout the woman's nervous system, effectively shorting the bestial girl out for a few hours to a few days. This hadn't gone well at all.
When the Numan saw the weapon pointed at her, she had spent that last instant shrinking back, rather than dodging to one of the sides. The weapon fired, and for a moment she froze up before falling over like a sack of potatoes, her nervous system suddenly overloaded with electrical charge. Though somehow she was still conscious, NeiFirst could only lie on the ground and seize gently, her face locked in abject horror. So that was what getting hit with a stun weapon felt like.
The Mindy moved to Nei's desk, rummaged around in the drawers until finding a black permanent marker, and uncapped it as she approached the still-spastic Numan. At this point, the armor's hand wrapped around the top of Nei's skill and held her head while Ketsueki wrote in backwards letters, "Try not to take everything so personally, and try to control your temper." After a moment, she added a generic smiley face for effect. Releasing the quivering girl, the armor returned to the desk and replaced the marker, then headed for the exit, commenting "I hope you've learned something today," as she sauntered out the doorway.
The moment that the woman's knuckles touched the tinted glass doors of the "employment agency", they slid apart to reveal the sparsely-decorated, functionality-oriented Guild inside. There wasn't much going on at the moment, but the second the doors lid open a woman sitting behind a desk suddenly rose to her feet and called out, "Hello there, and welcome to the Mercenary Guild. How can I help you?" she asked.
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A figure appeared; a feminine mechanical form, light near the glistening form warped and rippled like the surface of a disturbed pond, eventually dissipating to reveal a powered armor instantly recognizable to all who were familiar with the products of Ketsurui Fleet Yards. A Mindy M2-1E, this one painted with the colors of the Ketsurui Samurai, but with a gold torso and helmet. Her legs were blood red, her arms silver, her helmet gold and silver. This was Ketsueki. A large twin-bladed energy weapon of some sort is attached to the armor's back behind its right shoulder. Not pausing, the power armor approaches the doors to the new guild.
First mechs, and now powered infantry? Apparently somebody forgot to mention to NeiFirst that today was the science fair. Seeing the figure approach the door, she found herself hoping that this wasn't some kind of random shakedown by the five-oh or one of the local thuggeries. Their blood was AWFULLY hard to get out of the rugs, after all. Sitting up in her chair, NeiFirst finally recognized the armor as belonging to one of their more...prominent...customers. Her hackles settled again, and she found herself wondering what kind of bounty the Yamatai had brought today.
White Angel Standing literally right by the open doors, the Trench coat clad woman, wearing a hate stood looking to the power armor. She didn't feel threatened by it, and she stared at it unmovingly. Her hands, in her pockets both holding pistols, she stepped from the entrance of the door, allowing the armor into the guild. Her trench coat open, revealing the Navy-like Uniform of her army. She observed the armor, it's weaponry and the making of the model. She recognized the colors, the muscles in her neck tensed. Noticing though that Nei relaxed, she too, to a degree relaxed. She stood quietly away from any of them.
Wes: The almond-shaped helmet peered about the guild's foyer after, in a smooth, graceful movement, ducking inside. Light reflected off of the polished gold helmet like it was jewelry, and the "glitter girl's" transparent scanner lens embedded in the top of the helmet could have passed for a diamond. The power armor appeared in extremely well-kept form and glided around on its high-heeled feet like a swan on a lake. Clearly, the pilot was searching for something or someone.
NeiFirst's desk was right in the middle of everything, directly forward of the main doors. It placed her in a precarious position should somebody start shooting through the windows, but typically one wouldn't have the Guildmaster working the front desk. She looked to the powered armor advancing through the door, and asked, "Can I help you?"
Pulling down on her hat to hide more of her eyes, she began to button up her coat, it was rather cold in here with the door open and all. And with a gentle sigh she knew where this suit came from, she just never thought she'd run into one so soon. Especially now. She took out the pistol that lay hidden in her pocket, and spun it around her finger. Her eyes closed she leant against the wall, foot resting upon it, holding her form up with one leg, the foot tapped upon the wall gently. Humming a gentle soothing war tune.
"You," the armor addressed NeiFirst in an arrogant, imperialistic tone, "will assist me." Gloved black hands pressed down on the desk as the armored figure leaned forward, her metal-covered bosom at Nei's eye level and the helmet's rounded "nose" pointing down at Nei's head.
Though NeiFirst wasn't a terribly large woman, she did have a feral appearance - and when her hackles stood on end, one was reminded of the way a cat's fur stood up when provoked. She knew the reputation of the Yamatai powered armor in combat, and that was why she had always preferred that the representatives of Yamatai come to her unarmed rather than with missile launchers and the like. "I'll help you if the price is right," she countered. "Now what brings you barging into my Guild dressed for nuclear warfare?"
She raised an eyebrow at the armor's direction voice, and her hand moved down into the other pocket, drawing out the other pistol. She now began to spin both of the pistols in her hands. She stared at the armor carefully, checking its armor... Seeing how the light reflects of curtain areas, trying to find a disturbance - a week point... Just incase. Can never be to cautious around people these days. She flicked her short blonde hair from her eyesight with the barrel of the gun. She smirked at NeiFirst's comment. "More like dressed for taking on an intergalactic war by itself."
"Contacts," the armor said simply, as if the word could explain everything to someone. The pilot almost seemed to sneer, and a slight movement of her head just might have been a glance over her shoulder. Of course, the Mindy wasn't by any means blind to her surroundings. "My price is set by me alone and it is always right. I am Ketsueki, and I have returned for more...exploration in this universe."
The Guildmaster leaned back in her chair, her hackles still on end, but showing no sign of being intimidated by the armor. "I don't know, I can think of a few other organizations that don't always agree with your prices, but they're obviously in no position to stop you right now. You can stop trying to intimidate me, because nothing you can do will force the services of this Guild out of me. However, I value business...so let's keep this civil. What kind of contacts are you looking for?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
White Angel 'Contacts?' That word screamed at her like as if it were a job she wanted. She then, gripped both butts of the guns aiming them to the ground. She listened in on the conversation more, she wanting a job, and well anything that sounded like a possible paycheck, to fuel and keep Angel in perfect working order, then well she would try anything. She stared at them both intently, her hands, idly playing with the guns. Pushing off the wall she wandered close to NeiFirst, standing a little distance behind her, the high collar of her coat hiding her smirk.
"Intimidate?" The armor cackled. "I want to be connected with the guild. There are missions that need a strong, brutal blade like mine. I desire the option of keeping track of them, in case I feel the urge." One of the black-gloved hands clenched into a fist with a rubbery noise and the index finger, one of three (this armor had no pinky, apparently), pointed at Nei's neck from two inches away. "Don't try to preserve your dignity at the expense of your well-being."
NeiFirst looked at the finger for a moment, then right back up at the head of the armor. It took a great deal of willpower to hold the rage of her bestial aspects in check and not try (vainly) to rip the armor's finger off. "If you want connections to the guild..." she said, struggling not to clench her teeth, "...then you're going to have to pay for the affiliation, just like everybody else. I offer the same service to anybody who wants it, provided that they can foot the bill. This isn't a philanthropy, you know."
White Angel Twirling both pistols once more she then spun them into her pockets. "I think he need's manners." She then turned to look at the man, placing her hands into her pockets, she then sighed and watched the situation before her. She then laughed allowed to herself as she moved to stare out of the window, looking at her Mobile suit, towering over the HQ. 75ft of pure armor. Sighing she smiled, it's glowing red eye moving down to look back at her. She mouthed to him 'I'll be right there.'
"The price," Ketsueki demanded, sure to add a "cheat me and be dissolved into ash" undertone. There was no courtesy with her, only business. It was the exception to the rule in the case of the Ketsurui Samurai, if this pilot even could be considered one. All that was really known about the pilot was that she was sponsored by Ketsurui Fleet Yards directly, and would do almost any mission, so long as the clan supporting her wasn't involved. That, and she had an impressive body count. Rumor also had it she may have been the neko that helped Yui and Jonathan Miller defeat the psychotic terrorist Eve after Eve contaminated Ayenee Capital City with large amounts of biological and chemical weapons.
NeiFirst reached over and tapped a few keys on her computer, and ran a short analysis of the company compared to the Guild's financial status. Obviously, there had to be some price differential given the financial umph of organizations versus individuals. It wasn't much, though. After receiving the results, she looked up to the powered armor and said, "One thousand standard credits per job listing, full-and-final. No guarantees, no refunds. Given the amount of money at your group's disposal, I don't think that's unreasonable," she stated.
For a moment, the power armor, and its threatening and somewhat vulgar tones and undertones were irritating the mobile suit pilot. Oh she wondered if this being was cocky upon the battlefield. And even if that armor had the counts, it could lead to mistakes. In warfare, you always expected the worst. She stood next to the armor now, observing the making of it. She made a gentle 'hmmm' as she prodded the shoulder. Smiling she took a step back and then brought out a handheld computer, looking for potential jobs.
Noting the transaction of the armor going through, the woman handed the armor a business card with an email address listed on it, her hackles having settled quite nicely. "Everything appears to be in order, so you can submit your jobs to that address. They'll be posted within twenty-four hours, though it may take longer for a mercenary to come forward to do the job," she explained.
White Angel then looked to the card and then with a smirk her hands moved out of her pockets, and her arms crossed slowly. Bliss moved slowly around the suit, observing it more closely from every angle. It was impressive, but the smaller they are the less punch it has. She did always like big things - no pun - her smirk widened. "And what is that job?" She said aloud, her eyes locked on the armor. "I am very interested in you, Armor... And if there is a job you want done then well I am your woman, and Angel is your Suit to do it."
The Mindy's extended hand took away the card, but then banged on the desk loudly, twice. "I am not the one offering," she corrected Nei in that same tone that abusive types used to their captives, children, and slave. "I'm not a group, either." Of course, now that the mecha pilot had spoken up, she too would be getting a dose of Ketsueki's harsh attention. "Your suit," she said, "has little to offer me." It wasn't meant as an insult, but rather a raw statement.
White Angel's eyes narrowed, she felt her hands clench in her pockets. "Excuse me?" She said rather harshly, she felt her hand clench tighter. "If you don't mind, I think you misjudging my suit." She moved her hands into her pockets, "And if you think your tone is going to anger me you have another thing coming. Now how do you know if my suit is not? Good enough unless you try me." She then narrowed her stare, "It's not the suit's power, and it's the suit abilities and the pilot's abilities working together that wins a battle."
NeiFirst had finally taken about all she was going to stand at that point. Slowly, but surely, the rage welling up inside of her was gaining more and more dominion as the dualistic nature of her being battled for control. Suddenly on her feet, with her fingers digging into the metal desk, she glared right into the armor's head. "LISTEN, YOU! I will NOT be talked down to and treated like just another tool for you to toss about as you please! Now either level out and conduct your goddamned business, or get the fuck out of my Guild and don't come back!" By this time NeiFirst's already-plentiful hair had puffed itself out to quite an interesting proportion, and feral muscles were standing out from beneath the CF bodysuit she wore. She was pissed, to say the least.
NeiFirst found herself being outright laughed at by the mercenary. "Touchy, touchy," Ketseuki grinned behind the cover of her helmet. "Tools are all any of us are," the power armor's pilot said, tapping her helmet's rock-solid nose against Nei's forehead with just enough force to give her the "Grow up little girl. Look around you. We're all wading through a system of imperfection and suffering, each a slave to the whim of those who care not about her. The only way any of us gets what we want is to know when to submit, and when to assert. Now is your time to submit. If you're too sensitive to employ a real mercenary here, I'll be on my way.
NeiFirst never really heard anything that the armor said, or at least the words were lost in the jumble of instincts and emotional storms running through her head at that moment. The biomonster within her genetics had all but completely dominated the woman. Gone was the Palman of the hybrid picture, and before the armor stood a person who was little more than a wild animal. Fear, anger...these were the only things running through her "mind". She was threatened. Not even considering her weapon, NeiFirst was automatically pushed into fight or flight response. Growling low, the Numan backed away from the armor, teeth bared and hands cupped in a clawing fashion.
Again, Ketsueki laughed at NeiFirst. Even without her armor, it would've been difficult to get Ketsueki to see something feral to be a significant threat. This was, however, delaying the registration with the guild. "Come here," the armor taunted, gesturing with one hand. Maybe after a few blows, the creature-girl would come to her senses.
Enemy doesn't attack. Confusion...? Run away or defend the nest? Escape? There. Escape route found. Leap forward, fake the attack...between the legs...no, to the left. Out and around. Need space. Open space by tables and chairs. There. Go there. The thoughts were simplistic, each driven only by emotion - but the creature executed the maneuver to the best of her ability, feigning an attack only to spring away to put room between herself and this metal monstrosity.
The Mindy pilot was growing tired of this. Turning to face Nei and raising her left arm in one smooth motion, she fired her scalar weapon (set on stun level). The weapon would create a spontaneous surge of energy all throughout the woman's nervous system, effectively shorting the bestial girl out for a few hours to a few days. This hadn't gone well at all.
When the Numan saw the weapon pointed at her, she had spent that last instant shrinking back, rather than dodging to one of the sides. The weapon fired, and for a moment she froze up before falling over like a sack of potatoes, her nervous system suddenly overloaded with electrical charge. Though somehow she was still conscious, NeiFirst could only lie on the ground and seize gently, her face locked in abject horror. So that was what getting hit with a stun weapon felt like.
The Mindy moved to Nei's desk, rummaged around in the drawers until finding a black permanent marker, and uncapped it as she approached the still-spastic Numan. At this point, the armor's hand wrapped around the top of Nei's skill and held her head while Ketsueki wrote in backwards letters, "Try not to take everything so personally, and try to control your temper." After a moment, she added a generic smiley face for effect. Releasing the quivering girl, the armor returned to the desk and replaced the marker, then headed for the exit, commenting "I hope you've learned something today," as she sauntered out the doorway.
