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Module 01: R&R and social interactions [Private - Amber / Invite only]

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Head was ringing painfully with the sound of a lot of people packed in what was a relative small room. She always tried to track ongoing conversations, but she didn't have nearly enough computing power to track hundreds going on at once. It overheated her logic circuits and led to a more than irritating ache in her temples. At least she knew she was assigned dormitories now, a team or fellow students weren't implied. She glanced at the small paper, before crumpling it together and putting it in one of the pockets of her white overcoat, which hung loosely from her upper arms like it always did, before settling down the scythe. Her hand came to rest on the doorknob and she slowly pushed it open.

And the door was too small. She put her foot under the bottom of the scythe's pole and tipped it, holding it slightly diagonal. Before slowly navigating it through the door. A pain, in truth, but hell. She needed to get the weapon inside, no? She just couldn't leave hallowed justice outside, now could she? It'd be taken-.. If anyone had the strength of lifting it. She stopped halfway through the door and started to ponder the sentiment.

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After her completion of her paperwork and the location of her Dorm, the Amber locked female only left her white lab coat upon her bed along with the dirty blue dress shirt, her black skirt with some thigh high stockings and her tan hued heels. This was before anyone was in the room, her duffle bag upon the side of these neatly folded clothing attire, after her little adventure of looking about the academy grounds and the small crime scene she made her way back towards the dormitory. She needed to put her clean clothing up and place her dirty ones in a hamper, and upon reaching the doorway of her dorm she heard something or rather someone on the other side which caused her to go defensive. "Who the hell is in here?" She softly remarked as her metal arm bracers suddenly turned into arm length combat gauntlets, the edged claws turned the doorknob and flung it open, using one hand to defense her neck while the other was in a piercing fashion.

"Who is in here?!" She retorted in a defensive manner before spotting another figure in the room, the sight of a scythe also caught her attention, whomever this person was, the amber haired female knew her not, nor why she was carrying a crop tool around with her. "Who are you?" She asked as the sudden motion caused her earbuds to fall out of her ears and strike the ground softly which made her jump slightly before easing up slightly. "Why are you in my dorm room?" "Please tell me." Her request was most likely going to be answered by some remark from the figure before her, her emerald eyes locked upon this person while her oval glasses slid down on her nose bridge slightly, making her eyes squint due to the change in sight. She sighed and used her spear fashioned hand to push up her glasses, making her large glasses slide back up properly upon her face, all while she adjusted her stance, still using her one hand to defend her neck from the large scythe that this person had encase they swung their weapon in reaction.

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"Oh hello!" Mathilde beamed as she put the scythe carefully against he furthest wall, glancing over her shoulder at Amber. She pulled off the white, enameled coat and used the massive scythe as a makeshift coathanger. Standing there in the black leather corset, the thigh high leather boots. But what would be the biggest distraction would be the decorative.. Scarring? That ran from her diaphragm,across her collarbone, all the way over her shoulders and unto her upper arms. She stepped towards Amber, hands raised in a disarming gesture, gloved by deep red and black leathers. "Mathilde Harmaa, who do I have the pleasure with?" She offered a small smile, lowering her hands again, clasping behind her back.

"I.. Was assigned this room," she explained, brow furrowing slightly. "From what I see, there are two beds.. So I presume we're in this place together?" Her lip twitched upwards in a faint smile. "That.. Makes us.. Roommates!" She beamed at the prospect, before shaking her head, letting out a soft cough to collect herself. "I'm sorry. Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?" She glanced at the gauntlets brandished again and let out a soft huff. "And maybe talking without the weaponry works? It's rather.. Discomforting."

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When she heard the females voice ring out, greeting her and then trying to gesture her to stand down in a manner, considering her disarming hand stance, the amber haired woman lowered her hands before standing straight up, and with a quick flick of her wrist her gauntlets reverted. Returning to their bracer like stance, but not being removed from the emerald eyed female who listened to her so claimed roommates words, and upon hearing the name Mathilde Harmaa ring out into the air only a subtle tone was followed when she requested a name. "You can call me Amber, Amber-Vera Picard Genesis." She stated out before speaking once more, placing her hands inside her side pockets. "Just call me Amber or Vera, I don't mind." Amber stated as she observed Mathilde's gestures, her stature of stance and the tone of her voice, clearly she was unsure about Ambers position, she did barge in and activate her weapons, however despite this she knew it wasn't the best course of action.

"So, we're roommates then, I presume you have all of your accommodations set up?" Amber inquired as she waltzed behind the elaborately clothes female, seeing her corset and the rest of her attire which made Amber ponder slightly about whom her roommates social status was. "So, your clothing is quite... interesting, where did you obtain it?" "I presume from some fashion designer establishment?" Her mature tone voice rang out once more, Amber upon her bed, unzipping her duffle bag and pulling out her clean clothes inside it, using her shoe to open her bed floor dresser. Placing her clean attire inside it before shortly closing it, the last clothes she places were her undergarments, a few pairs of blue, pink and violet lace panties and bra's, and once done she grabbed her dirty clothes, the lab coat, blue shirt and skirt. Turning about and tossing them into a hamper near her, and with a quick motion she sat back down onto her bed, the bland hued sheets crumpling beneath her, she crossed her legs over one and another before leaning in, looking at her new acquaintance. "So... tell me about yourself, don't be shy, I don't bite... hard."

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It seemed her future roommate was rather quick on the uptake and agreed to stow her weapons without needing much more convincing. She would hate to have gotten in a fight this early on. At all, even. She was among allies, friends. Like minded individuals who sought to valorously protect what they held dear to them. There were differences. But even students, were typically regarded as heroes and heroines. And it was up to them to live up to the expectation and rise to the challenge. Mathilde smirked slowly. "Amber. You can call me Mathilde, or Math for short," she made a lazy gesture with her hand. "Dorky name, but it works," she added, before slowly peeling the rather tight, short gloves off and discarding them on the bed. "Well, my bag had some issues processing, so I'm picking it up later."

She laced her fingers together and stretched softly, shoulder joints popping slightly as she did. "Oh? This?" She smirked slowly. "Dramatic, no?" She moved over towards her bed. "Let's.. Just keep it at reflecting a very poor lifestyle. I'd feel bad and uncomfortable in anything else." She turned around, tapping the decorative scars on her body. "These the same." She turned around again and grabbed the matress on her bed, slowly inching it off and placing it on the floor, before taking a step back, leaning down and inching her fingers under the wooden frame, before lifting it and turning it on it's side. "I'd like to add unable to sleep on anything with springs or boards -also- being a side effect," she concluded, placing the matress back in place.

She leaned against the frame now posted against the wall, folding her arms. "Well. I was born and raised in Atlas. Shyne, or rather, Bellmuse is nice and far away from Atlas," she answered with a chuckle. "I did a bit of fighting there, a bit of training," she nodded at the scythe. "Scythe wielder, obviously. I wanted to enroll as far away from Atlas as possible and, well. You can guesstimate the rest." She shook her head with a soft chuckle. "What about you?"

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As the wordss filled the air about her being, when she heard the name of her room mate more throughly Amber gave a smile before speaking out gently towards her comrade. "No, I like your name, it's quite fitting." Her words strike the air with a calm tone as she leaned backwards slightly, letting her amber coloured hair dance slightly about while her emerald hued eyes shimmered behind the shield of transparent glass, making her orbs glimmer even more so when the light peeked through the window that laid between their beds. "I do say, scars are quite... alluring to me, they tell a story about someone." "And a story always catches my attention." She says with a chuckle before leaning back forwards, more so that she used her elbow to rest against her thigh while her chin rested upon her knuckles, her left thigh rising upwards over her right one for she crossed her legs, watching Math remove her gloves and such. "I see, a bag issue, that shouldn't take long, should it now?" Amber inquired after listening even more so when Math talked about her bed issue and such more, when she witnessed Math leaning about her bed frame and remarked about where she was from, Amber's eyebrows rose slightly.

"Oh, you're from Atlas as well, can't say I'm not taken aback by that, but I shouldn't be astonished by it at all, I've met many folks in my time while helping about Remnant." She gave a smile to Math before standing up, adjusting her being before slowly removing her violet top shirt, revealing a white, long sleaved buttoned up dress shirt, which was pressing back a rather slight pair of lumps upon her chest. Amber quickly rolled up her sleeves while unbuttoning the wrist parts of the shirt to allow them to roll up easier, and once she was done Amber turned her gaze back to Math, pushing up her glasses for they slid down. "And before you state anything, yes I travelled about Remnant, it was my job to be frank, being a doctor an all, or rather, a specialist in... assiting those who couldn't help themselves." Her tone was firce, powerful and full of pride as she wasn't afraid to state that she saved people, in fact she loved stating that she helped people, she loved the thought of aiding others, her years of being a scientist in her field gave her the resources to assist many. "And when I mean doctor, I specifically mean doctor in Biological Augmentation, as well as Cybernetics, Robotics and some first aid." "Just enough to tends to those with open wounds." She remarked while winking at Math, giving her a flirty smile while looking at the scars upon her body, she wanted to know what her room mates story was, what this girl had been through and why she was given such markings.

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Math. Well, the name was fitting in ways more than one. After all, she was a computer. A sentient AI told to fit in with society and be a part of a well established group of friends. No need to be caught up with those thoughts now. They were immediately pushed to the back of her head. "Do they now?" She asked with a soft smirk. A bit of cheek to her statement. Her 'scars' were nothing more than markings bestowed upon her due to her semblance. Activated at first, it left these imprinted on her synthetic skin. She'd rather not impart on those, since it would lead to questioning her semblance.

Which she loathed with a passion.  "I hope, I can survive one or two days without my stuff. But after that, I'll start missing fresh clothes." Or whatever she was wearing substituting clothes. "I'm no fan of Atlas, don't worry." She reassured with a soft smirk.

With a soft thud, Mathilde sat down on the matress, making sure her weight not being smacked down on the floor, but rather placed gently. Giving her calm and controlled demeanour a boost as she did. And folding her legs slowly, resting one hand on her knee. "I see, a doctor," she mused with a soft chuckle. "I tend to get in trouble at times, so I can already tell we're going to be pretty close." Or, rather not. A doctor would see that her skin was fake. And the blood she bled served no purpose and was just cosmetic. And they'd see everything hiding underneath as well. The bolts,  the screws and the wires.

Her eyes widened momentarily as she mentioned bio-augments and even robotics and cybernetical augments. And immediately she wes lead to doubt and question who knew of her arrival. Who pulled the strings to have her end up with a specialist in this field? Her surprise dissipated as much as it arose and she coughed momentarily. "Sorry, that's.. Quite impressive."

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Amber could only smile as Math spoke about her situation more and their new friendship, and as Amber gawked at her roommates astounding beauty and how she slowly sat down, hearing her and listening in on how she spoke. "I'm sure your bags will arrive, if not, you can borrow some of my clothes." She stated as she smiled, thinking shortly on her phrase of words before putting her hands together and folding them on each other. "Or even better, we can have a girl day out and buy some new clothes, think it of a date of sorts." She said as she gave Math a coy smirk and a sultry wink before her tongue slithered out and ran along her peach tone lips as she was becoming rather attached to Math already. But she noticed something off when she stated her field towards Math, seeing her ocular orbs widen slightly and the cough made Amber ponder about something. "It's really nothing impressive, unless you want to point out that my skin is augmented, which I did myself." "Now that's impressive to be frank."

She said with a witty tone before standing up and walking towards Math, taking a seat beside her and slowly placing her hand upon her chest, running her fingers along one of her scars, when she touched her skin it was, different to be obvious, by her confused look something was off. "Hmmm... strange... could just be me... or... does you skin feel... cold?" Amber asked her friend, giving her a sly smile, tracing her hands up Math's neck and then along her shoulders before suddenly pouncing onto her and pinning her hands above her head. "Oh never mind, whatever it is, I'm sure it's nothing." Amber gave a childish giggle before looming over Math, looking down at her, her glasses nearly sliding off her nose while forced the amber locked beauty to push them back up, the freckled cheeks holding a slight blush as she now spoke out to Math. "You look lovely down there Math, so cute really." This was Ambers way of being friendly to anyone she met, no meaning anything by her words unless met by an action like a kiss or snuggling up to them, but shortly after doing that Amber stood up and sat back down next to Math.

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Comparing sizes and the fact Mathilde's built, that metaphor being quite literal, was a bit more thicker than Amber-vera's would make it hard to borrow clothes. "Presuming you have clothes just a teensy bit too large?" She asked in return, a soft and surprisingly warm chuckle following her words. "Girl day's out?" She huffed out softly, in a manner most bemused. "Isn't that reserved for normal girls? Not bio-engineering- and combat specialists?" She rolled her shoulders and glanced up at Amber, tilting her head curiously. "Augmented your own skin? How? And what for?"

She kept staring at Amber as she crossed the room and sat down next to Math, on her matress, feeling the hand on her chest. Any normal person would have given the woman a slap in the face and back away. But not Math, no, she didn't even shy away from the touch or flinch. Was she this battle hardened, or was there something lying deeper within? She didn't even seem to be scandalised by the notion. "Does it?" She questioned, completely oblivious to the very intimacy of what Amber was doing. Though her movements hinted at the pounce. As she sat up, Math made sure to go down and thump lightly against the matress to keep the illusion of a normal body weight alive. If she didn't, Amber would be pouncing against what was akin to a three inch metal wall.

Another one of those curious tilts of her head. "Do I now? Moreso than when I sit up, then?" She asked with a smirk, before sitting up again when Amber got off of her. And standing up with a soft yawn. Humans yawned infrequently, didn't they?

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Amber sighed gently whenever Math began talking about how her clothes were too big or how girls day out was meant for normal people, not for them which made her puff her cheeks out towards Math, followed by her stick a tongue at her. "Bah, baka, you can still have fun like that silly." "I do it all the time, and no one, literally no one bats an eye at me." But when Math began questioning her about how she augmented her skin, wanting to know how and what for, Amber gave a slight grin and chuckle as she stood up and activated her weapon. The advanced weapon coming out of travel mode and becoming the full arm weapons that they were, each of her hands having one as she held the diamond tip claws at her skin before roughly pressing down and dragging the tiny blades along her skin, but having little to no effect on cutting it.

"Being how I am a Scientist and a Doctor, I don't honestly have a reason to wear armor, it prevents me from moving quickly." She said, stepping back before holding her hands to her side, bringing up her palms and suddenly pushing the air before her towards Math, making a loud snap as Amber was in a martial arts stance, giving her roomie a bit of information about her. "I'm not a cute face you know, I am trained in several martial arts, and I also traveled around, so I needed a way to keep myself safe." "Now how I augmented my skin is more... complex, I had the help of nano-bots to weave organic strands of Carbon fiber into my skin and muscles, augmenting them to be stronger but lighter over a long period of time." The amber locked lass stated before reverting her weapons back to normal and sitting down, crossing her legs over hers and staring at Math before speaking to her once more. "You look lovely no matter where you are, you know what, we should find you a nice dress so all the guys will be jealous of you."

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Have fun that way? Well, Amber wasn't the one with a full body, decorative scarring. And while she liked it herself, she knew for a fact other people found it odd and to some extents, abhorrent. It didn't really matter much to her, this was how she looked now. This was the vessel that contained her. So be it. The gynoid tilted her head curiously as the woman seemed to go about cutting herself. But, nothing happened. And a frown crossed her otherwise composed and slightly cold features. "I see," she retorted. At least a tidbid fascinated by it. Her skin and bloodvessels were purely cosmetic. Underneath lay armoured plates and underneath there, her core systems and actuators. Yet moving remained seamless, even with the massive weight.

It seemed her new roommate brandished, and showed off her martial form. Intruiging, though she could point at some of the flaws. But, as she stated, she was a doctor and a scientist. Math was designed for combat. Mechanically engineered to be a well oiled machine of war. And yet, it led her to question, once more, why she was specifically instructed to hide that fact. Wouldn't it be way better to come clear and see whom would want to associate themselves with herself?

"Nano-bots, hm," she took a deep breath. "Very interesting. And admirable," she concluded with a smile. Then, a dress was brought up. Good grief, a dress was brought up. With an airy chuckle and a dismissing wave of her hand, she tried to shrug it off. "I don't do well with dresses," Mathilde stated, raising her hands in defense. "With my figure and the nature of these scars, well," she lowered her hands again. "It doesn't really sit well with me. Wouldn't feel comfortable in the slightest."

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Hearing everything that Math had to state before Amber, she could only ping on the little details of disconcert whenever she mentioned that made Math question or think about the things she was profoundly mentioning. "There is a reason why I had to use nanobots, it involved my Semblance, and another reason I took martial arts." She stated before sighing and lifting up her shirt whenever Math talked about scars and how they would look rather odd wit ha dress, turning around and showing off her entire back to Math, which was littered in scars, small and large alike. "Honey, I wear exposed back dresses all the time, I like the high thigh cut types that allow me to tease the boys and girls." Amber then quickly pulled her shirt down and turned back around to look at her comrade. "Math, scars don't turn off people as you would consider, I have to live with those scars since it happened before my nanobot surgery." "I can't heal them, so I consider them a reminder of my weak past self." Amber quickly retorted mentioning how badly things were before the process. "Besides, if them boys find your scars unattractive, then you always have me to keep you company." The green eyed lass said with a wink as she sat back down, crossing her leg over her knee and watched her roommate before her, her amber colored locks dancing gently while gawking at her gorgeous friend.

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