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[Silleh Boy]

Your eyes fixed upon the trail of blood that lead through the doors, deeper into the guild's building. This trail was one that you knew you would have to follow quickly, as the individuals here seemed to have some desire to remove it, that would ultimately hamper your ability to follow the order you had been given. You had yet to establish the integrity of this order, yet to confirm that it was indeed issued to you, that meant that with this attempt to clean away the trail that lead into this building, you had to move fast.

You didn't want, after all, to be reduced to requesting that the people here showed you to your creator, knowing that they would make you wait as long as possible before someone got around to it. It seemed it was human nature, to be as inefficient as possible. You took a deep breath as you started past the wide eyed individual scrubbing the floors before you, ignoring the muddy footprints that your feet left in their wake as you strode across the wet floor.

With blade in hand you pushed the doors that lead into the guild's depths open, following the still fresh trail. Your progress through the halls had the occasional gasp and cry of suprise accompanying it as guild members, people who were still up at this late hour stumbled across you. Despite your appearance, despite the fact you were so visibly out of place and armed in this place, none of them dared challenge you. The fact that they wouldn't struck you as odd, as something that you couldn't put your finger upon due to how you yourself, due to how all other guardians would have carried out such a challenge without a second thought.

You didn't understand humans.

You would never understand humans.

Further attempts to clean the bloody trail were being made at various intervals along the hallways you discovered as you progressed onwards, cleaning attempts that left large gaps in the trail. Fortunately, they had not in these cases either not cleaned away enough for you to lose the trail, or had not cleaned it away at such a time that the floors had dried and as such gave you no idea of where to go next.

As you made your way onward, you found the blood growing visibly trampled through, footprints in that blood leading in the same direction that it had. Footprints, that lead towards a stairwell leading down deeper into the guild's building. You were quickly to descend that stairwell, following the footprints that lead down, coming to the bottom of it quickly as you found yourself in a hallway lined with many doors spaced at regular intervals. Many doors, all of them closed. Many doors, all of them abandoned.

All of them, except for one.

That one door that wasn't abandoned had several figures stood outside it, figures that hammered on it as they shouted at whatever occupied the room beyond it, as they failed for a long moment to see your presence as you approached. The figures that stood there were of mixed ages and builds, with one of them a thin and silvery haired old man, another of them stout, fumbling with a keyring as they attempted to unlock the door and a third, who was dressed in dark attire with a leather bag.

That third one you assumed must have been a doctor.

"Damnit, Anne, open the door this instant, the man's dying!" the silvery haired man snapped as he hammered loudly on the door with the palm of his hand.

"He won't die, he can't die!" came a familiar, though muffled voice from inside it, one that matched the name that had been given as a designation by the woman that you had met earlier that day.

"You're in denial, let us help him for gods sake!" the silvery haired man yelled in response, clearly sizing the door up, though his attention turned towards you as he caught sight of you from the corner of his eye. He fell silent as he gazed upon you, as he swallowed nervously, as he reached for his belt.

"I'm not opening the door, i'm going to make him better!" Anne's voice responded once more, though the man was no longer paying attention to her.

All eyes were on you now as the man pulled a firearm from his belt, levelling it with you. "Hold it right there and drop that weapon," the man shouted, while you started to tilt your head slightly. "I don't know who you are or how you got down here but you just try taking another step and I so help me, I will shoot!" the man yelled, with his expression showing what you vaguely recognised to be agitation.

"I am Guardian Unit-" you started as you stepped forward, only for the man's thumb to rest upon the hammer of his gun, for a shot to be loosed off. You were ready for this however, you were watching his every motion as you followed the barrel of his gun mentally, as you approximated where the bullet would travel, as your body twisted out of the way. The bullet missed you narrowly as you continued forward, without pause in your speech. "-Three-Seventy, lower your weapon and cease hostilities-"

Another gunshot rang out, this one impacting with your chest as it hit you square on, this one causing you to falter as you staggered back slightly. "-Failure to do so will be considered an act of treason. If you do not comply, measures will be taken to neutralise you," you finished, while the man stood there dumbstruck as he watched ichor ooze from the wound. The wound was fast to start knitting as you resumed your approach, while the sound of the door unlocking echoed in the hallway.

Anne almost dived from the room as her hand swung out, swatting the gun from the mans hand as she crashed into him, as she shoved the stout man and the doctor aside, as she ran down the hallway towards you. "Joy!" she cried out, her dress visibly stained with blood, though it looked like the majority of the blood had soaked through the back of it and around to the front. It was consistant you assumed, with her carrying an injured person on her back.

"Oh god, I was so worried about you Joy, when you ran off like that I panicked, and I kept looking for you, and I found Eurochkoles injured and bleeding and... And... There were all these scarecrows about him and... And... They turned and looked at me, then they jumped on the rooftops and ran off... And... I was so scared they'd come after you Joy, and..." The womans arms clamped about you as her emotion coloured voice fell silent, as she burst into tears, burying her face against your neck as she did so.

You watched as the doctor hurried into the now open room, wiggling slightly as you established that the woman holding you had restricted your motion, while the man who had fired at you stared dumbly at you and Anne. You felt uncertain over what to make of the entire situation, as it was so far out of your usual experiences. What exactly did you think was best to do now?

[Karnewarrior]

Oversee repairs of creator. Make sure the doctor does not screw up. Obtain information about these 'scarecrows' from Anne.

[cerapa]

Oversee repairs of creator. Make sure the doctor does not screw up. Obtain information about these 'scarecrows' from Anne.

This and share information regarding new entity.

[Armok]

Point out that your designation is not "joy".
Find creator, get order validated, validate identity of creator.

[Silleh Boy]

Your head tilted slightly as you recalled how there had been straw scattered over the street that you had gone to investigate, how this hadn't at the time struck you as being signifigant in any manner. The mention of scarecrows however, of things that you knew to be used in the fields on the farms around the outskirts of the city not just seen inside the city, but actively moving was something that you knew was a potential cause for concern. You knew that despite how it seemed you had unearthed a potential new threat, you had something more urgent than the safety of the city to worry about.

You had the potential safety of the creator to worry about.

Your left arm slipped between yourself and the woman who clung to you, your palm pressing to her stomach as she made a brief sound of confusion, before you thrust it forward, breaking her grasp about your neck with ease. The woman staggered backwards a few steps, almost losing her footing as she slipped on the still wet blood, while the silver haired man reached out to catch her. Nothing was more important than the location of, the safety of the creator. Nothing was more important than carrying out orders from him.

If this was him, if this was your creator, if this was the man who had made you, then it was your duty to ensure that he could finish what was started. It was your duty to ensure that he was alive and well, that the spread of the tainted creatures that he had slowed with the creation of the guardians could be stopped. It was he who had shaped you, not the Clockworkers or the Technomancers who often claimed that it was their expertise that was the most important factor in your creation.

You had no memories of what your creation had entailed, no memories of witnessing the assembly of another guardian, yet you knew deep down, you knew that he was the one who had done the most important step. You didn't know what this could be either, though you knew deep down that without what he had done, that none of this would be possible. You briefly considered the possibility that you were compromised in body and in mind, that you were in need of more extensive means of repair than you had initially suspected, though that thought was dispelled.

At least briefly.

You knew that if what you found here was indeed the creator, that as far out of the boundries that had been defined as normal, that this entire experience could be treated as acceptable. As you moved to the doorway you could see the form of the doctor and a figure laying on the bed, a figure with a severe chest wound, a figure who's pale skin and dark hair matched the one you had identified as your creator. A figure who you knew deep down could be nothing but. The fact that he had identified himself, the fact that you knew it deep down to be true still echoed strongly in your mind.

The figure turned slightly, looking across the room at you as the doctor above him started to cut his shirt away with a pair of scissors, piercing blue eyes fixed on your own as he reached out with one hand to you. "Joy," he whispered as you stepped across the room, as you placed the sword you had been carrying down on the bedside table, as you placed your hand in his own as you assumed you were meant to do. "I honestly didn't think that would work, I didn't think you'd hear me and come here..."

"My designation is-"

"I'll bloody well call you Joy, and you'll accept that, understood?"

"Understood."

"I want you to remain here, I want you to ignore further orders from the Clockworkers until I say otherwise, I want you suspend your repair cycle for the time being."

"Understood."

"I want you to forgive me, for making you,"  he mumbled, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath, prompting a sensation of confusion from you as you tilted your head, uncertain over how you could carry out that order. Before you had a chance to comprehend it and to carry out out, he waved his hand dismissively at you, speaking once more. "Go talk with the guild master and Anne, answer any questions they ask," he mumbled, hissing briefly as the doctor started to clean up the area around his wound.

As you turned towards the door, you noticed a letter sat atop the bedside table on the opposite side of the room, one that your eyes lingered on for a brief moment as you took note of the wax seal on it. While you couldn't make the seal out at a glance, something about it seemed familiar.

"That boy's starting to become more trouble than he's worth," the silvery haired figure muttered as you passed through the doorway and back into the hall. "Another one of the Enlightened, and this one thinks she's a guardian," he muttered, while Anne moved over to stand beside you, her hands moving to hold one of yours.

Did you prompt them for an exchange of information on the topic of the winged figure and the scarecrows, did you wait to see if they would ask questions or leave at their own accord, or did you have something else in mind?

[Karnewarrior]

Engage in a two-sided interrogation. Ask them a question, then answer one of theirs.

[RAM]

*claps*

[Jabberwock]

Also examine the letter.

[Nivim]

 Instead of examining something you know to be private until otherwise stated, ask Anne why it has not been read if this is the delivery location, or why it is not being delivered if this is not the correct location. Accurate and efficient transportation of information is very important.
 Insure that a Technomancer joins your multi-way interrogation to see if he has any information to report, since you, Anne, and the creator have not been present to receive such information.

[Armok]

We yet have one order to carry out: "forgive me, for making you"
This sentance is Confusing. Commence careful parse:

"forgive me, for making you" ->
Make so that 3-70 preforms "forgive" towards the_Creator, the parameter for this should be the creation of 3-70.
Definition of "forgive" needed. Obtain the definition of "forgive" from a relevant source.

[RAM]

I don't think our vocabulary has been damaged, we know what forgive means as a word. Although, being able to put it into any meaningful context may be a bit difficult...

[Armok]

well then IC and state the defenition!

[Silleh Boy]

You made a quick mental list of the things that you needed to inquire about, the things that you felt were most important beyond whatever situational information you could aquire during the conversation you had been ordered to engage in. You had been ordered to talk to them, to answer any questions that Anne and the guild master asked, though the identity of the guild master hadn't been defined. You would have to establish the identity of this figure before you answered any questions from anybody other than Anne, then.

You needed to inquire about the scarecrows that had been mentioned, you needed to see if there had been any other sightings of the figure you had encountered this night. You needed to inquire about the letter you had seen sealed on the desk, due to how the familiarity of the seal was one that seemed signifigant enough to you to warrant this. First however, you needed to establish one detail...

"I require confirmation of identity pertaining to that of the individual known as the guild master," you stated, following Anne and the stout man's gestures as they pointed towards the silver haired man. The man didn't look like what you expected of a guild master, though you didn't know what you should have expected for one. Humans didn't seem to conform very well when it came to clear means of visual identification. The only ones that truly came across as clear and easily identified were the law enforcement that the guardians often worked with in the day.

The Clockworkers couldn't seem to conform to their own uniforms, the Technomancers didn't seem to possess anything of the sort and various other groups seemed to use or fail to use such idenfitication as it suited them. If the humans could have been a little more like the guardians, you would have had no issue with identification, no trouble applying the appropriate classifications and procedures towards them.

"Who are you, really?" the guild master asked, looking at you through narrowed eyes between glances into the room behind you. "You bleed ichor like the Enlightened, just like Anne does-" he was cut off as you turned towards Anne, as you sized her up as if you visibly considered carrying out neutralisation upon her. She was one of the Enlightened, she was one who you were supposed to deal with, though she also accompanied the creator. Had he found a way to prevent her from being a danger?

If he was aware of her nature and hadn't neutralised her himself, then he clearly had some reason for it, a reason that was beyond your authority to question. The incorrect designation of you as one of the enlightened however, had you question the cognitive ability of the guild master and as such his subsequent fitness for his position as the head of this group. "I am Guardian Unit Three-Seventy, My duty to serve in the name of queen and country has been superceded by orders from the creator."

"You're insane, you know that," the guild master muttered, shaking his head slightly as Anne huffed. "Humour me, tell me who your creator is," he continued, waving his hand in a guesture that you couldn't grasp the meaning of.

"I see no mirth in the nature of the creator. The creator has designated itself to be Eurochkoles," you responded, in a tone that could have been taken as flat even for a guardian.

The guild master turned towards the portly man, leaning over as he spoke once more. "We're going to have to confirm that her identity isn't what she claims it is, for the time being though, let the Peelers know we need a few people down here to watch this woman though," he stated, as if you weren't present. The portly man nodded, before starting towards the stairwell.

"I require information," you stated, as you turned towards Anne, prompting her to sigh as her face bore an expression you couldn't quite discern the nature of. Several moments passed silently as she maintained that expression, before frown lines formed as she spoke.

"Well?" she asked, in an exasperated tone.

"I require all information you can provide on the scarecrows, any information over potential encounters with a humanoid bearing white wings and any relevant information pertaining to the sealed letter on the beside table in the room the creator inhabits."

"You haven't opened that letter yet?" The guild master stated with a sharp tone as he turned towards Anne, gesturing towards the door as he did so. "That letter is from the queen herself, god bless her soul. That letter was delivered by hand by her bloody servants, who requested we made sure you got it!" the man yelled, gesturing wildly as he did so.

"Don't you raise your voice with me, I thought it was a letter from you, you old pervert!" Anne yelled in response. "I've seen the way you undress me with your eyes!" Your hand darted out as you saw the telltale signs of muscle movement, as Anne's hand darted out to slap the other man, only for your hand to grasp her by the wrist.

"Cease Hostilities Immediately."

"Damnit Joy, let go of me!" Anne hissed as she tried to tug her arm free. "How could you side with that creep, when we're so much more alike, when we share so much more similarity and history?" she asked, her expression one you assumed was one of hurt. The stronger the emotion, the easier it was for you to read, yet no emotion was easy.

"A guardian does not express preference."

"That isn't true, Joy, you know it isn't true. They express preference towards the rich, towards big guilds and political figures, towards the crown. Don't you try and deny it!"

"Preservation of civilian infrastructure requires those that hold such positions to be preserved. Preservation does not grant immunity. None are granted immunity from the law."

"Right, and what about your beloved creator?"

"The creators word is law."

Anne struggled once more as she tried to pull her hand free. "Let go of me this very instant, or so help me-" she started, only to tumble backwards, landing on her behind as you released her wrist. Her features contorted as her expression betrayed what you assumed to be displeasure. "I once called you my sister, now, I don't know who you are anymore," Anne muttered, as she rubbed at her wrist.

"I require information-"

"Fuck you. I'm not co-operating with you."

"Anne, I suggest-"

"Fuck you, too. I'm going to go sit with Eurochkoles, we're going to need to have a little talk about how to cure both of you of your apparent problems," Anne stated as she turned towards the door and made her way into the room. You turned towards the guild master, watching as he shook his head slowly.

"You, wait here. I'm getting Cog to come tell you that you're a crazy woman himself," the guild master muttered, turning about on his heels before marching off.

You watched the man as he made his way towards the stairwell, making a mental note that you had done as you were asked, yet the outcome was far from satisfactory. You still had questions unanswered, and worse still, you couldn't figure how you were supposed to forgive your creator, over the fact that he had created you. The name Cog however, could only be one man. Arthur Cog, the head of the Clockworkers guild.

You felt uncertain however, your normal cycle was to maintain active patrol until told otherwise. Your orders to remain here from your creator took priority over that, meaning your choices were limited. Did you attempt to question Anne once again, or was there something else you planned to do now?

Spoiler: "Stats" (click to show/hide)

Earth:   7 - (? ? ?)
Fire:   7 - (Anticipating Hostile Action)
Air:   3 - (Creature Lore)
Water:   1 - (Tracking)

Powers:

0 - Ageless.
   With enlightenment came eternity.

2 (fm) - Pretender Immortal.
   Few know the only methods capable of killing you. Fewer still are able to apply them.

4 (fmmv) - Tainted Flesh.
   You rapidly recover from all manner of ills, though there are still substances that your body cannot process. A side effect is, that your bodily fluids are toxic to others.

? (?) - Jötunn
   Body of stone and spirit of fire, gluttonous hunger with legendary ire.

Points Pool: ---

[penguify]

Inform creator of the origin of the sealed letter.

[Armok]

Also inquire creator on clarification on how to carry out forgiveness for creating you.