ᴋʀᴡʟɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ sᴋɪɴ--ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇᴀʟ

[Light]

"No," she sniffles, "Th-the Relinquisher copies the pilots memory... like... becoming a robot-version of them. I was supposed to fix the limiter, and the cooling system needed to be added before he got in it--bu-but now... you're its only pilot..." she coughs, and rubs her mouth on her sleeve.

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy purses his lips," So... What happens if I die?" He asks, approaching the large mech and crouching near one of the steaming joints, glancing back at the civilian transport

[Light]

She bites down on her lip, her fingers tapping against her knees. "Then no one can pilot it, and I had spent most of my life and savings on a hunk of junk,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well... Why don't you stop whining and go with the civilians to the Gate, get help and come back?" He asks, patting her on the head, his blood red hair swaying slightly

(I kinda imagined him like the gender bend version of me with that pic we dud xD me, u and deep, remember?$

[Light]

"I'm not whining!" She smacks his hand and stands up, "My dad just got burned alive in a stupid raid that wasn't supposed to happen, and now the machine that's supposed to help win the war is here! Away from the war--and... and," she points at him, "I refuse to leave it here alone with someone I don't know!"

(I remember XD I have cat ears in that one.)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Ur so cute xD *huggles and pats*)

He just smirks faintly and crosses his arms," Than tell the Civilians to get help when they reach the Gate... whiner." His brown eyes glittered mischieviously

[Light]

"You--you...!" she fumes, "Don-Don't you forget... that this whiner is now yo-your owner unless you can pay me back all my money," her hair whips as she spins on her heel, stomping towards the civilians.

(yay! <3 :3)

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy merely spat where she once knelt, that was exactly how he felt about his 'Owner'. No one owned him. He glances back at the large machine,"... You caused quite a bit of trouble," he murmurs, crossing his arms and smiling

[Light]

The large mech loomed over them; seeming more alive than before he had boarded it. The heat coming from it had died down to a minimum, the blue and silver plates glowing. The civilians had started to leave after the girl had talked to them. The brunette stays away from him though, walking to the other side of the machine with her holopad and a small bag someone had given her before leaving. "Teach those idiot Engloo freaks to try and screw with my mech and get blood on it,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy crawls up onto the the mech, struggling to reach it's shoulder and sitting there, he rests his hand on the side of its 'head' and murmurs," So... You know me real well now, huh?" He murmurs, watching it as if looking for a reaction

[Light]

The visor glints at him, small vibrations running through; it didn't move, but it seemed to be listening...

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well... My name's Crimson," he mutters, resting his back against its head," But people just call me Crim," he taps the metal faintly and frowns faintly,"... Sorry if I get the combat shakes..."

[Light]

'RE-lin-QUISH-er'--a broken, computer-version of his voice echoes as he taps it. A small wave of heat leaves it after that, and it falls silent.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... That's almost as bad as my name," Crim comments, thinking for a moment before chirping," Can you copy me?" He whistles a few notes

[Light]

It stays still as he whistles, and is silent for a minute. A series low pitched beeps follows, the mech making an attempt at copying what he had done.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Close enough," he chirps, patting its head," You're like a big metal baby... But it's ok, you'll be like my little bro," Crim looks down at the girl and calls," Hey, what's your name any way??"

[Light]

The mech beeps again, and the girl looks up from her holopad, "Lucy," she answers with a sniff. She unplugs a chord from the mech, and looks back down at the screen. 'L-Uu-cy' the mech beeps out slowly--a series of beeps follow it, as if it recognized the name as he did Crimsons.

[CrimsonMoon]

" It's like a big nuclear baby!" Crimson informs her, whistlig again," I'm gonna teach him how to be a proper mecha with a brain!"

[Light]

"... that... would be okay--as long as you don't break his processor in the process, it's pretty good, but too much at once..." she bites her thumbnail and stands up. "All that memory..." she mutters, "Need another holopad to work on it all..." the mech starts mimicking him again, the beeping getting better the more it listens.

[CrimsonMoon]

Crim seems to have tuned out, keeping the songs short and simple as he whistles, tapping with each note to help the mech with the timing