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

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.

"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."

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?"

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."

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?

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."

"Your semblance, hm?" Mathilde queried with a faint smile. It  seemed a rather important bussiness to humans and faunus alike. It had come up more than once now. And she wasn't really all too keen on discussing it, to blame on her own semblance. One she loathed from the deepest of whatever substituted her heart. The latter annoyed her to some extent, however. How many times had she to reiterate that she just didn't feel comfortable in anything other than her current clothing?

The leather was one of the few things she even physically felt. The rest were knowledge. A touch, a caress. The wind. It was just something she knew, not something she experienced. She let out a soft, almost petulant sigh and glanced up at Amber now. Her grey eyes now had a more serious look to them. "I don't care for that. I just don't feel right in dresses and such." It felt like she was wearing nothing at all. Rather have heavy leather clothing. A coarse corset she felt clamping down around her.

Another soft exhale as she got to her feet, pulling the scythe up and lowering it on her shoulder. "Care to lead me around the place?" She asked, trying to change the topic completely.

"Thanks," Mathilde breathed out softly. Glad her new room mate could at least understand, that she wouldn't pry. It made her actual goal of fitting in just a bit easier. Naturally ofcourse, when you weren't bombarded with questions. Mathilde collected herself and got to her feet again. Pulling up the massive scythe and tucking it under her left arm, folding them together. She frowned softly however, as Amber dashed into the bathroom and started to shout out in frustration.

"Yes, I do remember," she answered with the same frown. "If I do recall, you told me eighty nine seconds ago," she answered. She gave the other female a one over, her expression not altering from the usual cold demeanor. "I didn't know you were Faunus," she stated, before glancing back at Amber again, before shrugging. "I think I'm the last individual here you'd find perturbed by any of this, Amber," she reassured with a soft shake of her head. "I don't care for what you are. I care for who you are."

"That's... Pretty handy, actually," Mathilde answered, letting out a soft smirk and tilting her head. She moved over to Hallowed Redeemer and pulled the massive scythe up flicking it around and letting it rest on her shoulders. Hands moving up to be draped over the polearm lazily. She moved over to Amber again, taking a deep breath. Almost an annoyed sigh, but it was more as if she was scolding and reassuring a nervous wreck at the same time. One of the hands broke from the scythe and moved over to clap the girl's shoulder momentarily. "I'll personally trash anyone who has the audacity to call you a monster," she assured, shaking her head with a soft chuckle. Even with the raptor legs or the massive tail, Math's posture still was larger. Amber being roughly the size to reach Mathilde's collarbone with her forehead. She may've been one of the tallest girls in this academy, even.

And when that tall, muscle-bound and ritualistic scarred girl told you they'd personally give a trashing to anyone challenging Amber's current state. Well, it tends to be quite believable.

"I can see why it'd be good in combat, though it's unstable. And unstable is a wild card." And gods, did she hate wild cards. Their odds were impossible to calculate. And they were as likely to backfire as to solve a certain situation. "So, I'm guessing you need more semblance training," she squeezed Amber's shoulder momentarily. "Anyhow. Do you want to wait untill this blows over?"

"Bah, getting kicked out," she shook her head. "Won't be much of a fight eitherway," a careless shrug and a casual disposition. She knew breaking the rules was ill advised, but to connect to other people, well. Sometimes, rules had to be broken. She could always dispute the charges as defending someone. Though it led her to question.

Just why did she feel like she was supposed to connect to Amber? The woman was a scientist that was no doubt handy to have on her side. For repairs and maintenance. Though that conflicted with the primary directive of fitting in. Keep the android heritage a secret. So that tactical advantage was not without sacrifice. But even then, as Amber-vera approached to hug her. Something Math really didn't comprehend all too well, why did she feel like it was vital to make a connection with this woman?

Her hands moved up to answer the hug. Her chin raised slightly. Though her face remained expressionless. She didn't really understand how such needless physical contact could be seen as consoling, but if it helped another. She could at least oblige. Though the woman was Atlesian, something she had missed. So the board in Atlas had a pretty good idea of her existence and track record.

"Maybe, maybe not," Mathilde shrugged, moving to the door again and putting her hand on the doorknob. "Let's go, then."

Mathilde pushed open the door and stepped out finally, folding the scythe around to move out of the door again, this time with less effort. As if she had comprehended the way of getting true just once and that it now had become a sleight of hand for an ambidexterous person. As she was in the hall, the massive weapon slowly circled around and was lowered blade down to the ground, pressed to her back. The spiked pommel sticking out, almost touching the roof.

"It's your tour," she answered with a smirk, her cold, silver gaze following Amber as he made her way to the wall and climbed up. Now deciding to move vertically. "I never argued against, Amber," came her response, before she glanced back down the hallway. The faunus' remark however, put her on edge.

Her hand tightened around the haft. "What do you mean?"

She seemed to be as keen as Hallowed Redeemer's edge. Ready to burst into movement and kill whatever threat presented itself. Her stance relaxed at Amber's remark. Telling her to calm down. A soft sheen and the whizz of air being cut as she turned the scythe around, putting the head of the weapon to the floor. At ease again. She glanced at Amber and chuckled softly. "Sorry, I've been a bit more wary lately." She glanced back to a turn in the hallway and saw shadows dancing on the wall, soon footsteps reached her. A glance back at Amber to witness her moving up to lurk on the ceiling. A soft shrug and she moved forward. Letting the people pass without a word. Though she did recieve some wary looks.

Mathilde stepped to the side, letting Amber drop down. Arching an eyebrow. "I don't really see why you feel that hiding is nescessary." She stated, moving forward to pad some dust and cobwebs off of her shoulder. "You've got to be present. Show yourself and leave people little to no choice to accept you." She tapped Hallowed Redeemer against the ground. "Prove yourself, rather than hiding." She turned on her feet again, rolling her left shoulder momentarily. "Else you'll end up constantly hiding, Amber. And I'm sure you'd hate that."

"Hiding won't solve anything either," she stated, maybe just a bit too bluntly. "You'll shun yourself further," a deep breath came from Mathilde as she glanced at Amber, taking the massive scythe and adjusting it on her shoulder, rolling it momentarily. "Prove them wrong." She closed her eyes momentarily and let out a soft hum. Before opening her eyes again and laying her silver eyes on Amber. An eyebrow arching. "My way?" She shook her head. "I have no personal gain from you being shunned, nor no personal gain from you being accepted by the general populace. I just desire to help you." She smirked faintly. "It isn't my way. It's the only way."

She moved over to the door, adjusting the grip on her scythe to have at least one hand free and push it open. Glancing over at Amber. "I trust it'll be fine," she assured, before smirking again. "And if not, well," her foot moved to keep the door open, hand moving up to her chest. "I'll take care of making it just fine." And like that, she moved through the door, which was luckily large enough to accomodate for her scythe. Waiting in the main hall for Amber to follow her and finally start leading her around the facilities.

(( I'd like to apologize for a lack of proper writing and a possibly rushed post. I found a brief moment to post, so I seized it. ))