daisy023 | REPORT 018 :: SIMULATION // ACTION

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[Once again, SPARTAN-023 walks towards the Battle Dome, trying to see if it had been fixed already. Having been a raining day, yesterday was unbearable for the taller girl in a red jumpsuit, so she tries her luck again... But she stops on her tracks. She could hear something near the village. Her keen ears were able to hear familiar things from the woods.

The Chief Petty Officer walks towards these voices, and presses the voice function of her journal.

She removes the safety lock of her pistol.]

[VOICE]

[There is the low rustling of leaves, sign of someone moving stealthily... and whispers in a language that the wings translate into one deep military voice, and three high-pitched ones.

A lone alien voice yells in panic upon seeing the woman.]

Covenant!

[There are more alien screams of alert upon hearing the growl of the Spartan, before rapid gunshots mute one of the high-pitched voices, making the rest of the voices panic and shoot. The deep voice roars devout threats before it is interrupted by the sound of a broken body, followed by alien gunshots that mute the remaining voices.]

This is SPARTAN-023. I need a sitrep. Now.

((OOC: Set the moment the simulated drones begin to show up, at 12:00pm. Even if in this post Daisy is concerned over the Covenant, you can bring in your own monsters and items! :D))

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[The reaction, rather strangely, is not the least unexpected or disturbing to Daisy. It's been seen before since Grunts are the nearest thing to Prinnies in her world. With the hilarious abuse to boot.

She peeks up, firing a few rounds as if they were clay pidg-- disks. One of the birds is unhappy at being catched by the phoenix, hence why it flails wildly.]

It's a cave for now, and I don't see my notes anywhere.

[Or her fridge, or her couch, or her bed, or her desk, or her coat-hanger... These stupid birds could've brought the armor here only because it was shiny.]

Let go, dood!

I can't imagine what kind of world has them.

No way dood. [Gently pokes its tummy to see if it's ticklish. No... really, he wants to know.]

Hm... good point. We should ask if anyone comes from a place with these, eh? For science.

[That isn't how science works, but sure...]

Once it all calms down...

[But she wonders the same thing. Peg legs and exploding offer no evolutionary advantages.]

Be careful, sir. Jiggling could make them explode.

[Whenever if she is serious or not with that possibility, the Prinny IS ticklish. It laughs, trying to escape from the grasp of the phoenix, trying to kill the phoenix with its' laughable reach and effectiveness, and careful not to actually explode.]

Oh, ah, good point, eh. Too bad I don't have a cage... [Looks around as though one will mysteriously appear.]

They wouldn't last past this thing.

[Sadly, a cage does not appear. But, the Chief remembers her suit. She picks the helmet up, records the prinny, and checks her radar for hostiles. Apart from Daisy herself and Marco, nothing else seemed to be there.

At this point the prinny is well aware it is a prisoner. Might as well try to negotiate. Before -trying- to stab someone.]

Will you let me go, doods?

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[Grins and gives a "victory" gesture for Daisy's quick thinking with the helmet -- always handy that. But then he drops the look for the prinny.]

If we do, are you going to try and stab our ankles?

It's very likely, dood.

[Daisy's helmet records her palm.]

[Sticks his tongue out.] Then no.

[Tricky little illusionary monsters.]

You are very mean, dood.

[And the bird continues trying to reach something. Daisy, for her part, looks at the captive penguin.]

What are you going to do with it?

So I'm told dude. [Also looks at it.]

Hm... not sure actually. I guess trying to keep it for a pet would be too much.

Dood.

[The Prinny corrects him.]

If it got past this shift, wouldn't it explode? I think it would be a troublesome pet.

Dood then.

Sounds exciting. I could always threaten to blow it up. Hey Dood, would you rather die, or live peacefully for a little longer?

[Oh right Daisy, did Marco ever mention he's a pirate? They sometimes have a penchant for kidnappings you know.]

I'm a hologram, dood. Attacking people is a rush.

[Daisy has been hanging around with pirates a lot in Luceti, even if she was trained to see them as threats. But even Spartans saw pirates as minor annoyances when in comparison to other enemies.

Triggers aside, the fact she is not too bothered is due to pirates here not existing in the same universe as the UNSC or as the UEG, and the fact he's bothering an evil penguin and not a human.

Based on technicalities and xenophobia Daisy is attempting to let go of for this place, as the saying goes, "carry on, citizen."]

Hologram... the hell does that mean? You're a drawing?

[Yeah, so far Marco hasn't hurt a soul in Luceti. Meaning things with souls that is.]

I am a product of the battle dome, dood. I'm like a shark. I do all things a shark does, dood. I am a simulation of complex thought and action with only basic programming, all with the task of stabbing your ankles, dood.

Is that a philosophical zombie?

[... It's a little disturbing.]

What the hell, that's it? That's kind of a boring existence, isn't it? Don't you want better?

[Turns to Daisy.] Can you believe this guy?

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