Scene #1689: Donuts And Doom

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Mortimer Balman	Not long after talking to Ri, Mortimer had arrived at his home on the outskirts of Ponyville, with a big box of delicious donuts. Since he was expecting company, the old Typhlosion-morph would kick back in a rocking chair set out on the porch and wait. Not really much more to it than that, since most of his pokemon are all out busy doing other things. A brief chat with his servitor while waiting, that was about it. "Lord, we are in need of more fertilizer for the greenhouse." "Sure sure, Alter. I'll pick that up after our company leaves. Fetch some tea would you?" "With all due haste." The all-but-mindless cyborg shuffled into the house to accomplish its given task, returning only minutes later carrying a tray, and setting it beside Mort on a little table. "Thank you Alter, you can go back to work now." "Yes, Lord." It was kind of annoying to be constantly called 'lord' but this is what happens when someone from the Imperium gives you their hand-me-down tinker toys. Oh well. Mort would quietly smoke his pipe while waiting. Nice day out, albeit cold and snowy.
Ri	The Ri-class heavy cruiser flagship of the Abyssal Fleet recently suffered immense damage in a battle exercise with Lute. Thankfully, the 'death' she suffered was simulated, but it left her out of commission for awhile. Honestly, she doesn't really remember what transpired. Either due to the still-somewhat-simple-minded state she's in, or because having her head blown off suppressed the memories, she isn't really cognizant of the cause of her disabling. But she did remember she had intended to go after Mortimer Balman! So the bikini-clad girl with the shark-gauntlets and drowned-corpsed-pallored skin comes marching up towards the pokemorph's house, after some difficulty. Warp Gates made getting here easier, because she is not much for land navigation otherwise, since she spends most of her time in the ocean. She has two objectives on this sortie. Primary objective: Mortimer Balman. Secondary objective: Donuts. She doesn't seem particularly hostile based on body language or expression upon her approach, but she isn't sure what the enemy looks like exactly either. So she might just not have a reason to act hostile yet. WHO KNOWS. Point is, some ghost ship in the form of a human-like being is coming, and she wants donuts. And DOOM.
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer is just.. Well, quietly smoking and rocking there, enjoying a cup of tea. Then Ri comes into sight. "What the.." And she keeps walking. Now there's a thing you don't see every day! Granted, Mort being Mort, he's less concerned about her shark arms and more concerned about how little she's wearing. In this cold! "Good gods." He stares at her unbelievingly for a moment and then lets out a yell. "ALTER! Go get one of my spare coats!" The metal-headed cyborg scurries past on its roller feet and into the house. "Hey, hey! What're you doin' in this weather dressed like that? You'll catch yer death'a cold!" Said the furry man wearing only a pair of blue camo pants. Then again he's actively /on fire/, so, he's probably warmer. Ri however looks like she'll freeze her sharks off. The machine man rolls back out holding a coat out with a robotic claw tentacle. "This coat, Lord?" "Yes, go get some soup ready just in case." "Yes, Lord." Mort would take the coat and start rushing out to Ri. "Here, put this on! It's not much and it's a bit old but it'll at least keep the cold offa yah."
Ri	Someone is yelling at her, and Ri looks startled and confused. An enemy!? These are the coordinates she was given, weren't they? Maybe this is who she is looking for! Being rushed at with some kind of cloth-based weaponry certainly has her raising her gauntlets in preparation to fire, but she isn't perceiving hostility necessarily. "...Cold...?" Ri responds hesitantly. She's always cold. She's dead. Not even just dead, but never a biological organism to begin with and then risen again as a monster. Her skin is cold and clammy to the touch, and while she is aware of warmth, it doesn't really mean anything to her in particular. It doesn't bring her comfort, but it isn't objectionable either. So she does not resist if this coat is put on her, though she is extremely befuddled by what's going on. Is this an ally or something!?
Mortimer Balman	Unless otherwise stopped, Mortimer's going to toss the coat around her at the least and try to guide her to the porch- being slightly closed off it's easier for his ambient heat to warm that spot up. "There you go, uh.." Ah, that voice. Now what did she call herself. "You're the odd young lady from the radio, right.. What was it you were called.. I don't think I've caught yer name at all, thinkin' about it. Hn. What's yer name, now? Here, I got spare chairs, why doncha set yer feet up an' make yourself comfy?" If at all possible he'll try to get her sitting down in one of the other chairs on the porch. Which are actually rather large- made to accomodate people the size of Space Marines! And associated weight. They're pretty darn comfy too. Because that's how things are done at the Balman household. Comfort and good hospitality. "Now let's see, I got you a chocolate donut, a honey glazed, a jelly filled one, and a cheese danish.."
Ri	And so a coat is glompfed onto her and she is guided towards a porch, quite uncertain of her footing and of what's going on. She recognizes Mortimer's voice, however, so once she is seated she answers his questions. "...I am Ri... The namesake Flagship of the Ri-class Heavy Cruisers... Of the Abyssal Fleet. I have come... To-" she is distracted by his descriptions of the donuts available. She doesn't really understand any of that. She has had a strawberry, and that's about it. Surfacer food contains some interesting food items. Not bad. But they also provide no nourishment. She is just kind of... Wishy-washy towards them. So while she is mildly curious about the donuts, her main objective remains the same! "Ri-class has come to destroy you, Mortimer Balman! ...And also to eat your donuts!" she announces suddenly, hopefully clearing up any confusion. Even if she turns towards the donuts instead of trying to shoot at the pokemorph, and begins attempting to try to pick them up in her shark gauntlets. Sharks are not good at picking up things.
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer pauses at that. "Eh?" Wait, she's come for.. A fight? Dressed like /that/? A brow was lifted. But.. She went for the donuts first. "Ah.. One of the Abyssals. And you.. Want to fight me, eh?" He didn't know much about the Abyssal Fleet but he had a basic understanding of what they were. A hand went to his chin. "..You absolutely sure you want to do that? You wouldn't rather just, say, have some tasty treats..?" He'd put the ones he'd gotten for her on a little plate, and then put them on a table beside her. "Why do you want to fight me, Ri?"
Ri	...Ri honestly doesn't remember why she wanted to fight him. Something about the radio. Verbal antagonism? Identifying himself as something other than 'Confederate'? Anyone who wasn't Abyssal or Confederate was an enemy after all! Finally, she admits, "...I don't... Remember." Again, despite being placed on a small plate, sharks are not good at picking things up, because they tend to manipulate objects with their mouths. In short order, the plate and donuts are both mashed and kind of being awkwardly poured onto Ri's face. Some of it even gets into her mouth, and she chews it slowly before eventually swallowing, looking as though she's not sure how she's supposed to react. Now covered in crumbs and donut pieces, she looks even less like a warrior and more like... Someone really bad at eating. Or like a shark if sharks ate donuts. Look at all of that pastry! Just imagine it as blood and you're set! "Are you... Confederate...?" she asks, getting back on track. That should settle things once and for all!
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer shook his head. "No.. I've worked for the Confederacy before, though. Back when I was stil doin' mercenary work. I don't side with either of the superfactions or their silly forever war." He'd pick up a danish and gulp it down- having a big mouth makes eating quickly easy! But he chews thoroughly before swallowing. "Here.." He'd get up and pull out a kerchief, making a move to clean the crumbs and donut bits off of her shark gloves and mouth- since she doesn't seem to have the skill needed to do that very well herself. "If you don't remember, then maybe we don't need to fight. You like the donuts? Or.. No, you people eat.. Bauxite or something to that effect, right?"
Ri	Not a Confederate!? Well, she has no choice then does she? Ri gets up out of the chair, lets the coat slip off of her and yells, "ENEMY!" Then she attempts to simply smack Mortimer upside the head with one of her big metal gauntlets. Then, successful or not, she marches back off the porch and starts heading away. Unless prevented, anyway. Though she calls out quickly, "...Thankyouforthedonuts." Is this what is known as a diplomatic meeting!? Not the destruction she originally intended, but she's confused right now, and she doesn't know what she's doing here anymore. She needs direction. And that means speaking to the Admiral, or maybe her sister Wo-class. Anyone who can set straight for her what to do about this... This... Mortimer-acting-like-an-ally situation. By his own admission, he is kind of a traitor. And given Ri's feelings on traitors, she SHOULD shoot him right now! But she remembers another traitor that she wants to kill in order to save. And she doesn't know if it works the same way for those who aren't Fleet Daughters. If she makes Mortimer sink, will he come back to their side? Or will he just stop existing? She is not afraid to kill either way. But she wants to be sure. Because little by little, her brain is starting to work again.
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer blinks, suddenly being hit with a big-ass shark glove. "Gah!" Fortunately he's able to bring up his arms to block it but still that hurt! What the hell?! And.. Then she.. Walks away? What the screaming hell?? Blankly staring as the half-naked girl walks off, he just kinda rubs his head puzzledly. "O..kay, then. You're uh.. Welcome." He has absolutely no idea what her problem is. Or was? Will this be a thing that occurs again? "Maybe I should have offered her some bauxite-loaf.." But oh well. There she goes, off into the distance. At least she didn't actually try to fight him. That would have been awkward the way she flails those shark-arms around. Then again, she does hit pretty hard..