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ximilialog2022-05-02 08:41 am
legalcy) wrote in ximilialog2022-05-02 08:41 am
OPEN | Minimus's Arrival
CHARACTERS: Minimus Ambus and You
LOCATION: Living area and training area
DATE: Early May, pre-mission
CONTENT: Minimus organizes his room and freshens up on his combat skills
WARNINGS: tbd
Living Quarters
[His room is too barebones for his liking.
Without a proper office, Minimus's new living quarters must function as a place of work and storage for all the paperwork he will inevitably receive. At least, he hopes that he has paperwork. Surely the missions that he will be sent on won't entirely entail fieldwork.
But he mustn't complain. If all of this isn't a dream and he was told the truth, this might all be worth it. Dominus deserves this opportunity.
The door to his quarters is open, where he is checking the paintings on the wall and shaking his head repeatedly before rearranging the artwork.] No, no, no. There's too much empty space. I don't even need this closet! [Works as storage, but robots don't wear clothes. It would be best if he handed it off to someone else or used it to keep larger items, but he needs the space for a desk.
So, to make things quick, an 8-foot-tall robot leans down and lifts the entire piece of furniture like nothing. He angles it to fit through the doorway before noticing someone out in the hall.]
My apologies. Please step out of the way, I do not wish you hurt you.
Training Room
[It's been too long since the end of the war. Since he last saw combat. It's not that he's complaining, no, overseeing the Luna-1 generation brings his great joy in his life, but that career gives him little time to practice. His combat skills have gotten a bit rusty over the years.
It would make sense to practice hand-to-hand combat, considering that he ought to be the first line of defense while the more delicate organic beings stay far at a safe distance. For now, he goes through his warm-ups on a training dummy, practicing his punches. Despite all those years of peace, he finds it easy to remember how to best strike an enemy.
The poor dummy is getting pretty worn down.]
LOCATION: Living area and training area
DATE: Early May, pre-mission
CONTENT: Minimus organizes his room and freshens up on his combat skills
WARNINGS: tbd
Living Quarters
[His room is too barebones for his liking.
Without a proper office, Minimus's new living quarters must function as a place of work and storage for all the paperwork he will inevitably receive. At least, he hopes that he has paperwork. Surely the missions that he will be sent on won't entirely entail fieldwork.
But he mustn't complain. If all of this isn't a dream and he was told the truth, this might all be worth it. Dominus deserves this opportunity.
The door to his quarters is open, where he is checking the paintings on the wall and shaking his head repeatedly before rearranging the artwork.] No, no, no. There's too much empty space. I don't even need this closet! [Works as storage, but robots don't wear clothes. It would be best if he handed it off to someone else or used it to keep larger items, but he needs the space for a desk.
So, to make things quick, an 8-foot-tall robot leans down and lifts the entire piece of furniture like nothing. He angles it to fit through the doorway before noticing someone out in the hall.]
My apologies. Please step out of the way, I do not wish you hurt you.
Training Room
[It's been too long since the end of the war. Since he last saw combat. It's not that he's complaining, no, overseeing the Luna-1 generation brings his great joy in his life, but that career gives him little time to practice. His combat skills have gotten a bit rusty over the years.
It would make sense to practice hand-to-hand combat, considering that he ought to be the first line of defense while the more delicate organic beings stay far at a safe distance. For now, he goes through his warm-ups on a training dummy, practicing his punches. Despite all those years of peace, he finds it easy to remember how to best strike an enemy.
The poor dummy is getting pretty worn down.]