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[PrivateNomad]

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Her sheet's in my sig))

[Sanure]

(( I totally realized like a second before you posted that... ))

[Akroma]

((You gotta wonder why someone building a robot would giver her a bust like this, and dress her in this rather inappropriate skirt. Maybe her purpose was not combat afterall ))

[PrivateNomad]

((You gotta wonder why someone building a robot would giver her a bust like this, and dress her in this rather inappropriate skirt. Maybe her purpose was not combat afterall ))

((Well she's not actually dressed like THAT))

[Akroma]

((Robots with clothes are odd anyway))

[USEC_OFFICER]

HILDA shapeshifts her leg into a chainsaw-leg, easily slicing up a training dummy with horrid straw gore spewing throughout the room. She finishes and turns to Lunette.

Lunette waves at HILDA, "Hello. Are you busy?"

[PrivateNomad]

 "Nope. You need something?"

[PrivateNomad]

((mah drills))

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Nope. You need something?"

Lunette looks up at HILDA, "Can you teach me how to bake cookies?"

[PrivateNomad]

 <...Yeah, lemme' just stab this target.>
HILDA's hair drills turn giant and stab the training dummy straight in the chest, spewing out straw from the behind as the dummy figuratively screams in excruciating pain, it's heart penetrated by HILDA's hair. Another hair drill comes from behind, slicing the dummy's arm clean off. Horrifying bits of stuffing fall out as the arm arcs across the training room, being cut into minuscule pieces by HILDA's hair, chopping and slashing it up as straw spews onto the floor, painting it a yellow color as the training dummy slowly dies in agony. The training dummy closes its eyes, using its own final words to breathe a curse at HILDA, that it will haunt her in the afterlife and cause the pain it caused itself to her.
Oh wait, it's not a real person.

HILDA's hair retracts back as a smile appears on her face. She happily grabs Lunette's arm and pulls her to the kitchen.

[USEC_OFFICER]

<...Yeah, lemme' just stab this target.>
HILDA's hair drills turn giant and stab the training dummy straight in the chest, spewing out straw from the behind as the dummy figuratively screams in excruciating pain, it's heart penetrated by HILDA's hair. Another hair drill comes from behind, slicing the dummy's arm clean off. Horrifying bits of stuffing fall out as the arm arcs across the training room, being cut into minuscule pieces by HILDA's hair, chopping and slashing it up as straw spews onto the floor, painting it a yellow color as the training dummy slowly dies in agony. The training dummy closes its eyes, using its own final words to breathe a curse at HILDA, that it will haunt her in the afterlife and cause the pain it caused itself to her.
Oh wait, it's not a real person.

HILDA's hair retracts back as a smile appears on her face. She happily grabs Lunette's arm and pulls her to the kitchen.

Lunette's mouth is opened slightly in awe as she follows HILDA into the kitchen. "You're really good at fighting."

[Akroma]

((what if Kyle coughed in the strawdummies general direction and it was actually life, just unable to move?))

[Sanure]

((the horror oAo))

[PrivateNomad]

 "Thanks. I'm really good at math so I could calculate the trajectory and angular rotational velocity of the arm minused by the meters per second squared of the drag due to air resistance as well as to humidity, and the net downward force being exerted upon the arm accelerated to Earth's Newtonian constant, then calculate the exact amount of force required to penetrate the arm and precisely where to strike it in prediction of it's weakest material point, and then do so again using the most efficient method out of hundreds developed using argumentative control theory through devising of dozens of theories and an equal amount of plausible counter theories to where I maneuver the arm precisely in an exact motion in which it has the most likelihood of both hitting the target and avoiding obstacles.
Or you can just say I'm good at fighting."

HILDA gets the baking stuff ready.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Thanks. I'm really good at math so I could calculate the trajectory and angular rotational velocity of the arm minused by the meters per second squared of the drag due to air resistance as well as to humidity, and the net downward force being exerted upon the arm accelerated to Earth's Newtonian constant, then calculate the exact amount of force required to penetrate the arm and precisely where to strike it in prediction of it's weakest material point, and then do so again using the most efficient method out of hundreds developed using argumentative control theory through devising of dozens of theories and an equal amount of plausible counter theories to where I maneuver the arm precisely in an exact motion in which it has the most likelihood of both hitting the target and avoiding obstacles.
Or you can just say I'm good at fighting."

HILDA gets the baking stuff ready.

"Or you could say both."

Lunette has no idea what to do, and so patiently waits for HILDA to get ready.