╰┈➤ " 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐚... "
-A nation that fell centuries ago. One that had the most advanced mechanisms and man made technology humans have seen. One even which the gods themselves felt threatened by.
They say any and all living being...
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I killed a god.
The buried memory of electric purple eyes gazing back at her lenses hit her for a solid five minutes just as she was about to pierce the tip of the needle into the fabric in her hold. From their pale complexions, the long purple braid— and Inazuman styled clothing. A polearm was grasped almost uncomfortably in her hold, the mechanism highly doubt she used it much before that fateful day. It was almost sardonic to remember this now.
Why do those eyes seem so familiar only now..?
Now that I think of it, I survived battling face to face with a god twice. Maybe it would've been better if I listened to the other half of my systems and just gave up back then.
These were the mechanism's thoughts as she gazed at the dark blue fabric she was holding. It was a moment later when she realized she somehow unintentionally lodged the needle through her finger. Plucking it out, she stared at the small hole it had punctured. Y/n clenched her fingers a few times, head tilted in inspection. Nahida would've given her an hour worth long lecture if she witnessed the scene.
It was a good thing she didn't "bleed" in certain parts of her body. Or else the fabric may have gotten dirty. Y/n focused and zoomed her lenses into the area of the fabric where the needle was originally supposed to pierce. Poke. Swipe it out, pull. Aim, poke. The string got stuck. Gently tug out, pull. Poke. Repeat. Her mind drifted off elsewhere once more as the repetitive task continued on.
According to the data her systems had gathered during the last few weeks... Nahida's power was low enough for even prototype two, who was the weakest back then to crush as a whole—
No. Why was she thinking of this anyway?
Gods.... ELiminate—
ELiminate— All poTential threat—
She harshly smacked the side of her head to shut her systems quiet. Y/n kept the free hand on her head after smacking it for the third time and the alarms shushed. The mechanism blinked slowly and gazed at the fabric in her other hand. Balled joints clicked in an almost inaudible clacks upon her movements of leisurely clenching and unclenching her fingers. For a split moment, e/c lenses connected the sight shown to her eyes back to the blood splattered plains, crimson liquid seeping through the cracks of her joints.
