Attribute Zone Network; Synapse Moderator OTTAVIA; Activate.
Marcelette Ottavia, designated A.Z.N-S.M of Zone 001 clicked to life in the spinning umbrage of the Free Realm...a place long abandoned by those who had placed her there. Her subroutines detected the functionality of her Moderation Order Enforcer, her weapon and faithful servant, a construct attached to her on an algorithmic level, a tool that was necessary for the application of her will. AINSLEY lingered nearby, in the form of a stylish, if outdated, gentleman's cane, which meshed well with her suit and top hat. She parted her purple tinted lips and opened gleaming azure eyes, drinking in the soothing silence. Nearby, the sound of a man clearing his throat could be heard and Marcelette cringed at the phlegm choked sound.
"Mistress, I believe we have been activated for a reaso-"
"I know, Ainsley."
The device gave a derisive noise and flew into her gloved hand.
"Then you are surely aware that-"
"Yep. Beret shortage in Vector Nine."
"That's not at all-"
"We had best be on our way, dear. Please allocate the appropriate transference node, we have no time to dawdle. This is a serious affair."
Ainsley gave no response, but his form began to glow; lines of acid green characters dancing across the surface of the cane. The Free Zone shifted into a drifting indigo mist, which slowly began to coalesce into a cityscape, plumes of aimless mist formed into towering structures and a bustling city beyond.
"Transference node in Vector Nine activated, sliding initiated. Source of shortage located. Shall I take us closer?"
"Certainly."
Marcelette stared ahead, watching the purple mist twist into humanoid shapes ahead of her. She could see the drifting, final lines of code that were the destroyed berets and she moved her dainty, pristine, gloved hand toward the small green swirls. They flocked to her like moths to a flame, dancing around her finger tips as she worked her routines against the dire eventuality that had taken place. The berets reformed, suspended in midair. Ainsley ceased his humming and became lightless once more.
"Berets stabilized. Now commencing with insertion of A.Z.N-S.M; Marcelette Ottavia into Vector Nine."
"Do make certain that the berets make it intact. It would be a tragedy if this shortage were to continue."
"As you say, Miss. Allocating beret data back into corporeal space. They will arrive in Tokyo with us."
With a decompression of space that rocked the leaves on nearby trees, a strange girl appeared, surrounded by a swirl of restructured berets, which, as a result of the spatial decompression, flew in every direction. Her clothes had been changed, but the cane had remained, as she had chosen to don the standard apparel for Vector Nine; a school uniform, with a too short skirt, showing off legs, that were well defined, leading up to wide hips but a narrow waist, a flat stomach and bulging breasts. Black hair draped over her face, a tangle of swoops and slopes that trailed down to her navel. Azure eyes peeked out from beneath at the scene before her. Tears and strife. Blood and thunder.
Marcelette twisted her porcelain face into a pout, running her long tongue over the small swell of her purple lips. She didn't want to make a scene, but, hell, the level of stylish head accessories had to be restored! It had to!
(sorry for the long post. I'd love to be a part of this.)