Unintended introduction

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

[It's a one-way video message that arrived from outside the White Chalice. What could it be about?

For some reason, the video shows a handsome and athletic man. He's only shown from the waist up but appears to be naked.]

Greetings, brave crew of the White Chalice! My name is Roger Dantoinne - I am the chief executive of Blackstone Arts, the most dignified electronics company. I only want you to know: please continue your actions being saviors of this world. You have my company's humble support. We will send supplies at the earliest opportunity. Let us remain friends in the struggle to survive these difficult days.

Oh, one more thing before I forget. We were generous enough to send an agent as assistance. She is not a member of my company - but please treat her kindly nevertheless. Devon can be rather difficult sometimes but I trust her unique skills will be a great help to our shared efforts!

[The message ends by showing a picture of Devon. Speak of the devil - she was in the middle of trying to sneak on board without too many people noticing. But now everyone knows who and where she is.]



Tch. Dantoinne, you bastard...

[Devon's frown mirrors the one shown in the video.]

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[stupidshinji.livejournal.com]

[ And Asuka is making grabby hands at it now that she's noticed. ] Hey, lemme see that!

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

No.

[Grabs Asuka's arm before she can touch the device. Devon's fast! And her voice was never as cold as it is now.]

This is mine. Mine alone.

[stupidshinji.livejournal.com]

[ Asuka's faster, though, and makes another grab. ] C'mon! If it's so special, show me what it does!

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

As you wish.

[Globs of black... stuff appear from under Devon's skin, starting with the hand with the Sophium crystal. They solidify into her armor - and where the device was, now Asuka has only thick metal plates to grab.]

This is my power. I warn you - never try to take it away.

1/2

[stupidshinji.livejournal.com]

[ Hang on a second, processing... ]

2/2

[stupidshinji.livejournal.com]

[ ...processing complete. Result: this face. ]

Scheisse! Why didn't you say you could turn into a giant armored badass from the beginning? [ Fangirling all over you now. ] Can you, like, punch through walls and crap? And fly? And--

[ This could go on for awhile. ]

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

[Devon doesn't change in size when she transforms, but she's already taller than most people, so it kinda counts as giant.]

I don't fly. I do not have to.

[Black Cloud's visor makes Devon's face impossible to read, but she seems pretty stoic about the whole business.]

[stupidshinji.livejournal.com]

...but you can still punch through walls, right? [ C'mon, don't let her dreams down! ]

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[Clenches a fist loud enough for knuckles to crack - under the armor? How does that work?
But seems unwilling to perform a presentation. Maybe it's for the better...]

[stupidshinji.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah, probably. And with her looking so tough, Asuka knows better than to push her luck and ask. ]

Remind me not to piss you off. Ever.

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

I believe I just did.

[Starts to walk away, uncaring that the black plates are still on. But first, she picks up her bag - it's small and light, making Devon kinda look like a hobo with a bindle.

A robot-like, heavily armored hobo. It's quite an amusing sight actually.]

[stupidshinji.livejournal.com]

[ Just staring after you. In awe.

Careful, Devon, you've just earned yourself +1 stalker. ]