Drakador_Chaos
"I will fill Yuki in about the details, may you enjoy a good rest."
Mainframe answers as she sit down next to Yuki, who waves as Hal enters his room. The two waited in silence for a brief moment, before beginning sharing information.
"Huh... thats quite an interesting way for an ecosystem to develop around the heavy radiation, although..."
Yuki curls her fingers, seemingly doing some calculations in her mind.
"The energy input and output per individual don't really add up, or perhaps radiation is simply regarded as a waste that can be isolated and expelled from the body? If only..."
"Yuki."
"Hmm?"
"Don't"
"Hmm~ I still haven't said what i would do yet."
"But I know what you would do to sate such curiosity, and as someone who objectively knows what you have done, I must voice out that such actions of yours would greatly hamper our relationship and progress here."
"Eh alrighty, but don't pretend that you and I are so different, be it the information we possess, or the morals that we act from."
Yuki stand up and head towards the nearest window.
"What are you doing?"
"Just some pre-emptive recon, don't worry, I won't do anything to the natives, so don't worry."
"...sigh...hope you keep your words."
Yuki leaps out of the window, and quickly climb up the walls using the two molds as makeshift footholds, leaving Mainframe yet again alone sitting in the living room.
"Not so different...huh, well perhaps she is correct."
Guess I worded it too harsh huh...
Within no time Yuki is on the rooftop of the house, sitting cross legged while thinking to herself.
Ayaya this is why i hate indirect conflicts, if only we can just punch each other for a few times and forget everything like a bunch of idiots...or maybe...
Memory of that occasion where she accidentally saw Mainframe completely dominating Galar floods through her mind, making her shudder in fear.
...That would probably happen huh... eh guess i would plead for forgiveness with some new information then.
Finally making up her mind, she stands back up, and begin jumping from rooftops to rooftops towards the wall, while keeping an eye out for the guards.
Galar finally finish editing his little study report, and gazing back down, discovering that its nighttime already. He with his psudo-biological eyes ain't exactly suited for looking into the darkness, and with the contrast created by the scarcely distributed lights, identifying individuals from such altitudes proves to be impossible.
"Welp, guess i will wait for the sun to rise."
He tune his seat to lay down completely, and wait for the time to pass.