Scene #8465: Just Some Girls Talk

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Angela	Lobotomy Corp is situated in a place called The City in a world that has many problems best gone into another day. The most convenient method--and since Tamamo has a standing invitation--is the Warpgate that leads directly to the facility that serves as the company's main office which is buried far under ground. Originally the Artificial Warpgate that the Agents use to leave and visit other worlds was classified as an Abnormality so it was constructed within one of the many 'Cells' of the facility so that it oculd be locked down at a moment's notice. These days, the people working here have practically forgotten that it CAN be locked down and the door leading out from the Warpgate is forever open. The facility always smells a little bit of blood and bleach just as Lilian had complained about but Angela has scheduled this meeting for 'after hours' so Tamamo could have some privacy and not have to experience a Breach in progress interrupting their talk. There's still Agents milling about, taking cares of wounds from the day's activities, and so on but nobody is presently getting eaten. The Warpgate also opens up into the Control Department which is full of beige hallways and video screens, and green tinted windows. Tamamo get some friendly waves and maybe the occassional doubletake from the Agents upon arrival as they seem to be accustomed to visitors but the vast majority are comfortable with Outsiders sometimes looking atypical from the sorts of people they know--even occassionally resembling Abnormalities... Angela is a pale blue/white haired android wearing a suit with a red tie and a black miniskirt with black leggings and red shoes. She wears a white labcoat and has tied up a chunk of hair into an extra 'tail' with a red hairtie. She dips her head upon Tamamo's arrival. "Welcome," She says. "I am grateful we can finally converse properly. Remind me, Miss Tamamo is an acceptable form of address or would you prefer to be referred to by another title?"
Tamamo	The formal dress of Tamamo-no-mae is well-known to many, but still bears some repeating. It's likely a bit too formal for the sort of visit she'd suggested, but in being seen for the first time by many people, and in less than usual lands, she prefers to make certain impressions. And it is impressive, to be sure. Flowing, deep blue silk, deeply flared sleeves in black with gold lines, and the revelation of multiple layers in blue, white, black, white and blue again, where they fall from her shoulders. Pinkish-red hair flows down behind her, topped with a golden headdress in the shape of petals, with pins suspending chained flowers and bells. Upon entrance, she tucks away a red parasol, which neatly disappears. All of that, the way she walks with minimal disturbance, and her trio of large, fluffy fox tails (a single pair of ears to match) do make her seem other than normal. More than normal, someone might say. 'Supernatural,' maybe. Those striking golden eyes, too. But whatever she is, she's friendly. It flows off her like waves, like the envelopement of one in light when shadows pass, rather than the hostile beating the Sun sometimes gives, when in other moods. The truth is arguably a bit unfriendly in that friendliness, but this much mind-affecting aura is subtle enough not to raise many alarms, even if detected. It's more of a display than it is a means of control. Her smile and her eyes match it. "Of course, Ms. Angela. Ah, it is not something regarding which one should worry over much. The differences of language do make many titles and forms of address difficult to convey in precise terms, do they not? And so, we do what we may." Shaking her arm slightly, the sign of the parasol having been placed inside her sleeve disappears, as well. It's a convenient place to put things away. "I suppose there should be many things as we may discuss," Tamamo says, looking about with curiosity, and smiling again for a passing agent, "but I would not wish to keep you for days for only idle thoughts. I should admit, perhaps," and again her eyes focus on Angela, "that it was your meeting with Lilian that first caught my attention. Rather, it seemed to me that you must have made some impression on one another before I had the chance to lay eyes upon your image, there within Floating City New York, and I wished to hear of what story that might be. Shall we walk? I do wish to know of your home, as well."
Angela	Angela has striking golden eyes too! They already have something in common. Well, they had something else in common too. Angela doesn't emit any waves of friendliness or anything like that. If anything, her expression never really shifts too much from being wholly stoic. The majority of her emotion--like with most people--tends to be shown in her eyes but right now Angela is wholly focused on being polite. Angela cares a great deal about being proper, polite, and following established protocol and when she does not know the proper protocol for Tamamo but she is reassured that with the differences between language, her shoulders push down ever so slightly. "Understood, Miss Tamamo. Until I discover a more appropriate title, I will rely on this one." She nods once at the idea of showing Tamamo around, turns, and starts walking. She isn't really sure where exactly to show Tamamo, since for the most part anywhere she shows her will be kind of horrific or dull. They pass by a small group of Agents, snoozing on the floor with some blankets and pillows. Tamamo might recognize Nonon among them. "I do not mind idle thoughts though I am not fond of repetition." Angela says realizing just what Tamamo is referring to. "Thank you, however, for your consideration." She glances back to the other woman as she mentions Lilian. A flicker of a thought passes over her eyes. She exhales after a moment before admitting, "The Dame Commander is the first friend I've ever made. She broke into this facility to meet with me properly, though we talked before that point I consider that the first time we really met. ... I noticed you in New York as well. You held the Dame Commander's hand when she was suffering in that state." She bobs her head thoughtfully, ultimately settling on honesty. Honesty has worked wonders with Tamamo's friends so she sees no reason to be deceitful here. "I was grateful for that, but also envious. It was... infuriating to be unable to do anything. I am grateful to Petra for allowing me the opportunity to change that." She wishes to know of her home? "...This is more of a prison than a home, Miss Tamamo." Always a good starting point.
Tamamo	It doesn't seem to matter too much what Tamamo is shown, immediately, at least in regards to her apparent moods. She stays a few notches above 'polite interest,' even in beige hallways. 'She broke into this facility to meet with me properly...' "Oh, my. Whyever would she do that? I suppose it must not have been too worrying, that she has not spoken of it since, and for that you then became friends. Mm, yes, this is good to hear. Should you be friends, perhaps we shall be, as well." That's not quite 'asking to be friends.' Still a bit reserved, in result, past the friendly tone. 'It was... infuriating to be unable to do anything.' "Ahh... of course, it would need be. I do know that feeling, as well." ...snoozing on the floor with some blankets and pillows. '...This is more of a prison than a home, Miss Tamamo.' "Oh... is it so for them, as well, who reside here for... work?" Tamamo says the last word with some uncertainty. She's more familiar with the oncept of 'professions' than of 'jobs.' Tamamo only seizes on that other comment a bit late. Curious, if confused, "...to Ms. Soroka? What is it she has done?"
Angela	''Whyever would she do that?'' "I suppose because she knew even then we had something in common. I told a story once about a person of the City, to protect their own face, wore another over it. She appreciated that story, even though that was not a true meeting." Tamamo does not quite ask to be friends. That's fine with Angela. After all, it is wholly acceptable to be friends with someone--and not be friends with their friends. It is, in fact, quite common--Angela does not know this Tamamo well enough to make any sort of judgement though the fact that she cared enough to visit her--is not nothing. "Perhaps. I would not protest it." Tamamo knows the feeling. She supposes it isn't exactly an uncommon feeling, even if the intensity it hit her with surprised her. "I do not know how the Agents feel about it. They are certainly not treated well her though, I suppose, they would not be treated well outside of this facility either. They all have their own ways of looking at it, I suppose." Angela is pretty distant with the Sephirah--even moreso with the Agents. "They know I am anathemic to the Head's ideals." She nods though. "This is work for them. Everybody here works in some capacity, even Netzach though his efforts are significantly subpar to the rest of the facility." Angela glances to the sleep pile but does not disturb them. She stops near the elevator as Tamamo asks about Soraka. "She allowed me to assist in the elimination of Matthew Rook's influence over the Dame Commander. It was one of the few times the speed of my thought processes were something I was grateful for." She should probably ask a couple questions herself. That's the sort of thing you do in Girls Talk right? "...Is there a particular level you would like to visit? The Mid Level contains Welfare, Central, and Disciplinary. Below that is Extraction and Records. Here there is Control, Training, Safety, and Information." Another pause and then adds, "You mentioned...weddings before? I have not witnessed one before. What are they like?"
Tamamo	'...a person of the City, to protect their own face, wore another over it.' "Aha... yes, I can see why some would appreciate such a story." Tamamo lets go of asking why this led to a break-in, rather than asking to meet. It must not have been so important. Or, maybe, it was embarrassing? Either way, it would be impolite to press. She doesn't ask 'Netzach?' aloud, because Angela says something much more interesting soon after. "Oh, I see." When Tamamo tilts her head in thought, tiny golden bells make tiny sounds. "I should have asked Ms. Soroka for details on that matter. You have my gratitude, as well, for having done it. Such a favor to my Lilian is also a favor to myself, and one I would repay, if asked." That's a bit distantly formal, but she's busy thinking about Petra, for the moment. The nature of these thoughts isn't visible on her. "Control and discipline have a slightly harsh sound, though I am somewhat interested... ah, shall we visit Welfare, perhaps? If the people are treated well by neither the facility nor the City, by your words, I wonder as to what this should mean for their welfare." It would, normally, be very rude to say something like that, but Angela was the first to say so, and being roundabout here, Tamamo supposes, would only be too confusing. In the elevator, she brightens at the last question. That brightening doesn't literally shine light from her, but it emits the feeling that she might. "Oh, I have seen many weddings... but only distantly. From one land to another, they may all be quite different, though there are the points in common, or we would not use a single word to describe them. To wed is to join one to another, within that 'very special' relationship. To form a strong, unique bond. Oh, I say this, but there are some as who claimed it to be less special, and less than unique, as well." It may take some to change floors, or it may not, and Tamamo is fine with continuing to speak as they exit. "A celebration means, of course, a great gathering of those to bear witness, to know that the bond has formed and to affirm it, to give their blessings and their gifts to those who progress to another stage of life, knowing that more remains before them. There is ever an exchange of some kind, in this process, for the two must exchange their feelings, and feelings may be placed within items, as well. I am sure you have seen some such. A ring, a pin, a comb, or even a bow... these are vessels that need not carry sentiment, and yet, each may even carry a soul, given time and care." She doesn't immediately follow with another question, while taken with the topic.
Angela	Angela isn't ready to admit that she essentially offered the opportunity to Lilian essentially as a kind of teasing offer that wasn't too serious because that would require her admitting that she mostly made the suggestion to be cute (this would also indicate that Angela is willing, under circumstances, to be cute) ((Angela is aware that she has already been outed as potentially cute simply by how Petra holds the communication pad she gave her)). She tried her best to explain around it so she could get the gist. Her eyes are briefly drawn to the bells but she doesn't stare. "Xion assisted as well." Angela says since Tamamo seems interested and she's not going to do Xion a disservice by leaving her out (she is unaware of AME). "Being honest, I am already back in the Dame Commander's debt. I doubt it is one I can repay. If you would prefer to not owe me a debt, you can consider it simply me repaying my own." Welfare is one floor down so Angela steps inside, scootching back to leave Tamamo plenty of space. "Right this way, Miss Tamamo." She says, like a bellhop and then presses the 'down' button. The elevator moves. Angela listens carefully to Tamamo's accounting of weddings. Angela has not seen a singular wedding, even distantly, though she has researched the topic in preparation for this meeting. A strong unique bond... Angela asks, "Is the ceremony a neccessary component, or is it simply the bond that is required, the 'joining'? I read that the ceremony is typically an imporant part of the procedure." Did she accidentally get married to multiple people by forming unique bonds with them? That could be problematic in the long term so she is pretty certain there are elements here she is not quite clear on. There is another question she wishes to ask but she waits for Tamamo to finish with the explanation she is already giving--in case that question is answered. The celebration seems IMPORTANT at least. --ahh, the exchange of feelings. Another important element. Angela has shared her feelings before but she has struggled to voice precisely what those three girls have grown to mean to her. Must she pick one? Hm. And a gift is required. "Ah, there are many components. That is a relief. It sounds too important to stumble into." She steps into Welfare after Tamamo, allowing extra space so she doesn't accidentally step onto a tail. She gets a chance to ask that question of hers. "Is there a reason you only watched weddings from a distance?" Of course Angela would be drawn to that statement. Precious items, she thinks. So precious that they may carry a soul. Angela looks at her hands for a long moment. Is that what he wanted her to be for him? A proof of unique bond with a dead woman? Is that why she cannot leave? Her 'grave' is, essentially, here. The Welfare department has a dark blue color scheme, a paler blue from above providing some light. Clerks move about but the one who approaches first, shortly after getting off the elevator... A dark blue and black box shaped robot with actuator arms and legs steps inter view. The name CHESED is emblazoned around his waist. One of the arms is carrying a filled cup of cofee. "A-ahh, Miss Angela. I was not expecting you to bring company down here." The eye looks up at Tamamo.
Tamamo	Tamamo's robes do take up some considerable space, but she pays no mind to it while in the elevator, particularly as she's still speaking of weddings. "The ceremony is an important component, in truth. There are many things as cannot be true until the appropriate ritual has been performed, even if the feelings of its participants are there. There is a difference between the desire for something, and the voicing of it, after all." Continuing on that topic as they walk, she makes it sound poetic, though it difficult to tell just how literal she's being. "To voice a desire, to allow it to escape ones mind and leave by one's lips and actions, allows others to witness it. To observe this, to witness the wedding, confirms its existence within the woven fabric that are the entangled lives of those who live within a single world, and this is the reason that a celebration is held. Of course, there are those who wish to disentangle themselves from that world, as well, but even they must respect the importance of ritual." She speaks with a sense of authority on the topic, despite having just admitted to little close-up experience. 'Is there a reason...?' "Are you familiar with the concept of 'bunrei,' Ms. Angela? That is a matter of the nature of my existence. I am, ah, not at all human." Tamamo says that it's like it's something to be embarrassed about, and not as if it was something obvious. (It is very much obvious.) "Oh, hello!" Tamamo says, shifting back to unflappable pleasantness at the appearance of CHESED. She does not question why a box-bot would be carrying coffee, but launches into a smooth, likely well-rehearsed introduction. "I am Tamamo-no-mae, bunrei of Amaterasu-omikami, she of the Pale-Gold Face, Goddess of the Sun. Oh, but please pay me no mind. I am merely visiting out of curiosity. I had wondered what sort of work occupied those of the welfare department of this organization, but if you are quite busy, you need not trouble yourself." It's her aura, rather than her words, that suggests that one perhaps should pay her attention and trouble themselves for the sake of her curiosity.
Angela	"I am glad that something so important has the weight of clarity behind it." Angela says--and she DOES in fact sound relieved, even if it's in that soft and understated tone--more than that, it's the eyes that lend enough credence to that sound to make that relief palpable, though, as they halflid with a less direct gaze on Tamamo--not away from a stare, exactly--she wasn't staring--but allowing her observation to relax. "While they can at times be stifling, a complete disregard for protocol leads to confusion and tragedy even if some allowances can be made for those with different mindsets." "I am afraid I am not familiar with the concept of 'bunrei'." Angela admits. The way Tamamo speaks of this is strange--is it simply a matter of courtesy to one who 'appears' more human? Angela doesn't know. "Does being a 'bunrei' preclude you from being closer to a wedding? I also have not been able to participate outside of academic study so I understand the feeling of being locked out from a a... 'human' world." She quiets down as CHESED appears though. A small chute opens up in the boxbot's frame and he pours a bit of coffee into it before he realizes he's about to get an introduction and he brings the cup back down. "...Wow, you're kind of a big deal to be visiting a place like this." Chesed says, his tone friendly and relaxed. "Ahah, but I guess I am also the sort to visit places he wouldn't be expected to be found in. It's how I ended up here even if I'm a far cry from a Goddess. It's nice to meet you--please call me Chesed." Chesed looks to Angela for a moment when Tamamo asks about the facility--just for a moment. Tamamo-no-mae may be a Goddess, but it's the Devil before him that he is going to have to live with at the end of the day unless Tamamo-no-mae, bunrei of Amaterasu-omikami, decides to stick around longer than he expects anyone with the option not to to do. He is still confused by Petra. "On the contrary, Yeosin." Chesed says. "I've been advised that I have plenty of free time." Angela looks at Chesed but says nothing. Her expression does not so much as flicker. "To be more precise... In this facility, Miss Angela has advised me that more energy is produced when an Abnormality kills an employee so I suppose our job is less to save lives, and more to ensure that not ''many'' people die. Would that be a correct summary, Miss Angela?" "That is correct." Angela says coolly. "If it is helpful to meet a quota, an employee is bound to be sacrificed. Nevertheless, we have no shortage of applicants to work here, Miss Tamamo."
Tamamo	The coffee chute is noticed. A moment is taken to consider coffee-powered robots. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Chesed." The way Tamamo speaks could come across as a little odd, but she's definitely not speaking a language known in the City, and so, it can't be helped. The nature of the work is explained. "Oh," says Tamamo. "That is quite dreadful, I should think. And yet, they prefer this arrangement to living in the City, outside?" She takes a moment to consider this collection of circumstances. "It is rather difficult for everyone, I should imagine." She tactically and tactfully avoids mentioning 'the people for whom the energy is being produced.' Eventually, she produces a folding fan from within her sleeve, and unfolds it reveal the pattern of a sunrise over a mountain, in flowing strokes. It hides half her expression, as her eyes close for a moment. "It is not as if I am unfamiliar with blood rites, I suppose." As if fully setting all of that aside, Tamamo's troubled expression clears, though her smile is fainter than it had been. "I might like to speak to the one setting such a policy, but such is not the aim of my present visit. Please be as you were and, oh, should you find that you are overworked, you might call upon me." Though it doesn't seem that that's likely to happen. Tamamo doesn't mind spending a little more time looking at what Welfare does get done for the employees, but soon asks Angela, "Might we visit Disciplinary, as well? I had been curious, for the agents that were dispatched to aid in other lands were from this department, were they not?" Walking between the areas gives a good time to go back to an earlier topic. "A bunrei is a separated spirit. In the sense I mean, it is a part of a larger spirit that is, of itself, an entire person. She has had the opportunity to gaze down upon the Earth for all of its existence... however, Her presence, directly, would be too dangerous for humans to experience." A hesitant pause, and she clarifies, "They would die." A few more steps pass quietly. "Humans can better tolerate a much smaller Sun, and so, you have a part to the answer for the reason for my own existence. I can but distantly remember such things as the whole of human history, faintly and, at times, as if experienced by someone else, for there are important differences between myself and the one who is my origin. These are to do with the other parts to the question." Though it isn't that long a walk, and Tamamo shortly laughs. "Oh, please pardon me. It has been some time since I sought to explain my own history. I am sure I have been more confusing than helpful."
Angela	"Well, perhaps they would have preferred something else if they knew exactly what this work would entail. Every Wing keeps the nature of its Singularities--the methods by which their miracles are produced--a deep secret but there are not a lot of alternatives, ma'am, to working for one if you wish for stability." Chesed admits. "Still, I try to make the time as pleasant as allowed. The Community Sleep Piles happened organically but I received the permission to allow them to continue." Despite the relaxed tone, Tamamo may get the sense Chesed at one point wished he could do more than that. The Box Bot's tone has the permanent self-effacing slant to it, comforted in its own inability to change the present circumstances. It's a way someone can learn to be. "I take some solace in knowing that our methods are not so cruel as to shock your expectations, Miss Tamamo." Angela says. She sees the troubled expression, but every Outsider carries that at some point don't they? It's a troubling place. It would be stranger and more horrifying if Tamamo seemed relaxed throughout her visit. She is not sure she could bear something like that. "Unfortunately, A--our founder--it is not possible to speak to him at the moment. When he has returned from his trip, however, I will be sure to allow you the opportunity. In the meantime, you can speak to our manager but his room is locked off from the rest of the facility--it would have to be by remote. Shall I contact him after our visit to Disciplinary?" They continue their walk, leaving Chesed behind to drink his coffee. Tamamo explains bunreis to her in the meantime. Angela feels a swell of empathy for this person who has to remember so much, even if only faintly and occassionally as if experienced by someone else. She does not let it reach her eyes. She quietly thinks about this for a moment before adding, "I understand. We are new here so understanding everything instantly would be miraculous--and there are no deities here." She quirks her head a bit and adds, "Do you envy them, those humans? You seemed to have a particular appreciation for them despite ... essentially looking at them from afar for so long." Sometimes a question can be for yourself and another at once. "I understand drawing a part of yourself from another at least. My own mind is based off another's neural structure. Please do not be harsh with yourself, this has been an enjoyable conversation for me." She is quiet for a moment and adds, "How do you...know the Dame Commander?" They arrive in Disciplinary. Gebura is there, patrolling, as is Shajo. Gebura doesn't speak up (though her eyes do settle on Tamamo) but Shajo throws a wave as his eyes recognize who has shown up. "Oh hey! I remember you! You were with the Dame Commander Welcome to Disciplinary!" He's presently washing blood off a wall with a hose.
Tamamo	'Shall I contact him after our visit to Disciplinary?' "Oh, we may save that for another occasion. It might be less than pleasant." 'Do you envy them, those humans?' "I suppose that I do," Tamamo says, though she doesn't seem upset about it. "That is another piece of my origin, you see. There is something humans have that could be seen from above, yet not in enough detail to understand it. It was necessary to come closer to learn of it, and of whether I could have this, too." 'My own mind is based off another's neural structure.' "There was one I knew who spoke of something similar to this, though it was as a means to attempt immortality. I confess, I am not well versed in the art. To say that you are 'based off' another, but not that you are this person... yes, I believe I can understand such a thing." 'Please do not be harsh with yourself, this has been an enjoyable conversation for me.' "You are most gracious, Ms. Angela. Already, I believe there will be much more of which we may wish to speak, in future days." Pleasantly, and a bit less distantly. 'How do you...know the Dame Commander?' "Ah, now, that is rather a long story. It begins with, 'one who would take the first steps to leave behind her childhood called for the blessings of the Sun in a sacred place, and She heard that plea, and sent from the distant past and into that mysterious future that piece of Herself that could be fit through the spiraling tunnel to the Age of Gods.' And so did I come to live with the young Ms. Rook, and so did I come to learn of love with Lilian, and so did she pledge that she would walk this journey with me, to find the answer to the question that called for me to walk the Earth with my own two feet, a spirit clad in flesh." They're close enough to Disciplinary by this point that they might be overheard, but Tamamo isn't stopping the story until she reaches that bit that she'd only been hinting toward. "It was this question that called for me, you see, and it was this question for which She wished an answer, while looking down upon humanity. 'What is love?' It is for this question that I live, and it is to aid in my answering it that Lilian has promised herself." And but moments later, "Oh, Mr. Shajo. How good it is to see you again. Have you been well?"
Angela	''There was one I knew who spoke of something similar to this'' "Ishirou?" Angela asks. "He is somewhere between what I am and a Sephirah by the sound of it." Angela is happy to not force the matter of the Manager, despite the offer she was sort of hoping Tamamo wouldn't take it. That would be a whole 'nother conversation and she is curious about this woman--and weddings too, though the tour makes it difficult to dwell on a singular topic for too long without interruption. Despite Angela's stoic demeanor, she actually is fairly empathic. She does feel things, and can gain a sense for the feelings of others--not through any mystical power or special talent, but through wholly mundane means of understanding. Tamamo doesn't seem upset by her envy. Angela supposes that her envy for Tamamo no longer upsets her, really--she was able to help in the end even if it was not in the way she expected or hoped for. She slowly starts to recognize that what she really has in common with Tamamo might in fact be their curiousity--even if Tamamo has (had?) a specific goal in mind. "If you go down another level you might ... 'meet' her after a fashion, though I do not normally recommend it." Angela admits though most people are not spirits connected to a Sun Goddess. She listens to a story. Despite Angela's envy towards holding Lilian's hand in that moment, she does not seem particularly envious with regards to Tamamo LIVING with her, though an eyebrow does rise in surprise. She steps forward a bit and turns to face Tamamo so what is about to transpire, only TAmamo gets to see--not Shajo, not Gebura. She smiles a one hundred percent genuine smile. It's a slight one, but it's there, and it even reaches those glittering golden eyes. "That is a lovely story, Miss Tamamo." It's gone by the time she turns back around to face the others and she goes quiet. Gebura seems to relax when Tamamo doesn't immediately try to eat an Abnormality or something. Then after a moment, she seems to recognize her/ "Oh--right. Miss Tamamo from New York." "Mmhmm." Shajo says. "Ah, yeah, much better actually." Shajo says. "Though I still feel guilty after what happened with Miss Meika. I wouldn't, er, normally swing an axe at her but you know how it is when the right Abnormality busts your brain at the wrong moment." He pauses. "Er, well, maybe you actually don't know. But you know. Common enough here. Disciplinary's job, really. Everybody has to fight Abnormalities but Disciplinary's also got the job to knock sense into employees that lose it." Gebura snorts. "Sometimes they get too into it and kill someone. But I'll get them in professional shape eventually. Friend of the Commander's huh?" Gebura gives a small bob (she has no head to nod with since she is a box robot as well. "Central is also nearby." Angela explains. "Its purpose is coordinating the rest of the departments. IT is headed up by Tiphereth." Shajo frowns, noticing the robes and takes off his coat jacket to drape it over a puddle of the blood that got on the floor. He is not really a formal guy but he wouldn't feel great if a fancy outfit like that got stained.
Tamamo	"By 'Sephirah' do you mean the -- oh, 'Chesed.' Of course." Tamamo begins to ask, only to act as if the question is settled. It isn't really, since she has no way of knowing what relation the ten (or, occasionally, eleven) sephirot have with the names of boxy robots who are in charge of things. For all she should be able to tell, it's only that someone thought it was cool. She's guessing that it's more than that. "There was another, apart from young Ishirou, however... his case is... hm, a bit messy, perhaps?" That's an imprecise way of putting it, but they have other things to talk about. 'If you go down another level you might ...' Having not expected for there to be anyone here familiar to her, Tamamo responds with raised eyebrows and an, "Oh?" She's not at all sure what Angela meant but, again, there are other things to talk about. 'That is a lovely story, Miss Tamamo.' Her response is a pure, sunny smile. 'Sometimes they get too into it and kill someone. But I'll get them in professional shape eventually.' After taking a moment to give Shajo a look of great concern at his unclear admission of having done something to Meika (whom Tamamo considers a rather admirably earnest young woman), and thinking back to Chesed's admision to only being allowed to not let 'too many' people die, Tamamo decides to take Gebura's statement in a positive light. "I shall hope your disciplining of your people proceeds smoothly, in that case. It is as you say, I am... 'a good friend' of Lilian." The sort of smile she gives while saying that, teeth just visible, speaks to some joke she's not explaining, though the way she 'poorly' hides her mirth is definitely because she wants it noticed. "As there was less time on that occasion, I shall take this opportunity to say it was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Gebura. You shall keep up your efforts, of course, and I shall offer my blessings as our paths converge. Now, I shall not take up more of your time, as there was no pressing cause for this visit. Ah, thank you, Mr. Shajo." Going through here with those robes really was asking for trouble, though even if they get a little dirty, she isn't complaining. They certainly look too rich to be risking, but so does most everything about her. She steps across the offered jacket, which surely isn't good for the now blood-pressed jacket, but if one thinks of it as an offering to a goddess, then it's only natural for there to be some sort of sacrifice involved. Yes, that's an easy way to justify it. "'Tiphereth'... I wonder if I have heard this name before, and recently, or if I am recalling something else. Shall we go, Ms. Angela? Though I am most curious about some of these 'Abnormalities,' I would not like to cause any trouble, nor to find much, today." Recalling again the previous statement, "Whom is it that you said I might meet?"
Angela	"That is correct. The Sephirah are essentially are sub-managers. I work directly with the manager so I am essentially their direct boss, with the Manager above me." Angela says. "And A above him." For now at least. It's hard to know which one will turn up on top, isn't it A? Or rather, which A will turn up on top and become Ayin. Angela at this point has realized that Tamamo's relationship with Lilian is more than just 'good friends' and she has a question that she is going to save for later. She nods once on the matter of Ishirou and is content to let it rest. There is plenty of time to get back on Ishirou-related topics if she really wants but she still struggles with the idea of others being like her in this respect even if in others they are quite different. She used to think she was the only one around like her after all--and in this world that's true. Outside it... Gebura bobs once more to Tamamo. "...Yeah..." Gebura says to all that. She isn't a big chatter. Shajo is sheepish. "Er, I mean she walked away ok, she honestly knocked me out of it. I'm real sorry about it though so, uh, if you see 'er I owe 'er a lunch." He is also someone in a committed enough relationship to also get what Tamamo is getting at. "Hey that's cool. Glad to hear it. Life's hard enough to go through it alone, even for a lady like you I imagine." Gebura seems confused by what Tamamo is getting at (nobody gave her the memo yet) but she ultimately says, "Well that's sweet of you, I'll be a little harder on the team so you don't think I'm slackin'." She is not without humor. Shajo throws Tamamo a salute in response to her gratitude. They move on to Central. Central is a lot nicer looking than Disciplinary and Welfare in its own way, and larger. It is a golden level with bright lights, angelic reliefs on its architecture and royal red in its tapestries. "Are you and the Commander going to participate in a wedding of your own?" Angela asks, uncertain if she has already or not from how she described her distance at the weddings of others. "If so, I would like to hear about how it went." She nods her understanding at not overflowing her with too much information for one day. Frankly, understanding one's limits is a bit of a relief--she takes no joy when a visitor runs from the facility in tears while stammering about it. "The one who I am patterned off of still exists in some capacity here, underground. We call her Carmen. Perhaps she is my 'Amaterasu', one made by man and devoted effort through many tragedies...Well, not really. I am my own person after all so that description would be misleading, but I have a fondness for poetry so I said it as such. I suspect that was what A desired of me--though now I know it was just for his own sake irrespective of anything else." Central is quieter than normal due to it being past work hours. Tiphereth is just sitting next to a spot that still smells of entrails, but has long since been cleared away. She doesn't seem to have noticed Tamamo or Angela. She's just sitting there, lost in thought.
Tamamo	After he gets embarrassed, Tamamo switches her look one of sympathetic understanding, telling Shajo, "I shall inform of such, next the two of us meet." She's returned to her usual smile as she leaves Disciplinary. At the sight of how Central is laid out and furnished, Tamamo quietly says, "'Glory.'" No need to explain. 'We call her Carmen.' Tamamo nods in understanding, even though it is something, as she's admitted, that's outside her expertise. "To be based upon another... I wonder if it is not more similar to a parent and child? Ah, but I would not describe my own relationship with my origin as such, either. My 'reason' is also a part of me, but for you... this was not so, was it? That desire of his was his own, and his hope for you was his own." 'Are you and the Commander going to participate in a wedding of your own?' This finally causes Tamamo to stop mid-step. She slowly lowers her foot, looks around to the right, to the left, and takes small steps to close the distance. "Ms. Angela, might you keep a secret?" Tiphereth will have to wait a little longer.
Angela	"Perhaps it could have been that." Angela says on Carmen. "A parent and a child, for it is as you say--my reason is not their reason. But Carmen did not ask for me to be made and A, of course, never once looked at me--Unfortunately that does not seem too rare, even in the multiverse." Angela's gaze gets a bit distant when she's asked if she can keep a secret. She is certainly an AI that can lie and also an AI that can keep a secret but she is reminded of the secrets she had no choice in keeping. "Of course, Miss Tamamo." Angela says. "But you need not share if you are uncomfortable in doing so." SORRY TIPHERETH.
Tamamo	"Oh, no, it is no trouble at all -- for myself." Tamamo says, easily enough. "The secret is this: I await Lilian. When," not if, "she requests, we shall have our wedding. But this... is something that should not be told to her. It is right that I await her, and it is right that she hesitate to ask of me until she is ready. However, it would be wrong for any to tell her 'she is waiting for you.' So, at the least, do I believe. For her sake, this secret should be kept, if only from her. Even if she is aware of it, it should not be spoken." Earnestly, though kindly, "Do you understand?"
Angela	"I understand." Angela bows her head about neck high to show that she is serious. "I may be a cruel AI, Miss Tamamo, but I am not going to do something so cruel as that--even if she were a stranger--though I appreciate you making the etiquette of the matter clear. It can be difficult to learn about the proper protocols in this location so a clear and concise explanation is helpful." She pauses a moment, and then a bit awkwardy, "I am not going to..ruin a future wedding, or intercede on a relationship like that." She worries about the impression she's been giving off so far!
Tamamo	"Thank you, Ms. Angela." Tamamo straightens up, and folds her hands together. "It is quite rare to be asked outright, but it was nice to tell someone, I think. You do not seem to me the type that would spread needless gossip. Now, then, shall we continue?" They're still in Control. "Ms. Tiphereth, was it...? Oh," she sniffs. "Hm." That's not a pleasant smell.
Angela	Angela is not particularly fond of gossip mills. She'll do whatever is needful, certainly, but it is hard to imagine a world where escape from this facility requires her to spill the beans on future wedding plans. "Ah," Tiphereth says. "...Hello." Her eye twists back to the smear. "That used to be my brother. It's okay. He'll be replaced soon." She doesn't seem to THINK it's okay. "If it is alright, Lady Angela--I am not particularly in the mood for being sociable with your friends." Angela hesitates, not liking the idea that Tiphereth knows that she has friends but she ultimately doesn't argue for the moment. Instead she nods her head. "Acceptable. My apologies, Miss Tamamo, but it seems that I cannot have Miss Tiphereth speak of Central's purpose so I will do so in her stead. The aim of this department is to coordinate all the departments together. I would not say she is 'in charge' of them so much as it is her duty to keep the departments working as harmoniously as possible, particularlry during work hours." She bows her head. "Perhaps we should return to Control for the time being--but I would be happy to show you the rest of the facility another time."
Tamamo	Tamamo looks toward the smear, considers the scent, and looks back to the robot. The... is she a robot? Robot innards don't smell like that. Is her brother not a robot? For that matter do robots -- no, of course robots have siblings. That's perfectly sensible. "I see. Please do not mind me, Ms. Tiphereth." She nods, and turns to go, together with Angela. "Yes, I had, perhaps, underestimated the size of the facility. Another time, then. Ah, however... I did enjoy our chat, Ms. Angela. Please, feel free to call, if you wish."