Jul 12, 2024 20:06:30 GMT
Post by Kyanite on Jul 12, 2024 20:06:30 GMT
Kyanite had the upper hand. She always had the upper hand. She always made sure to stay one step ahead of her plan to take the advantage of any weak spots or windows of opportunities in the event that she might get countered. That's how it always been. Ever since her rejection from the Red Ribbon Army, she had never been the same. Her obsession of mechanics grew large up to a point where she became an android and abandoned the Espere identity for her newly created android one. In the end, it got her into the Red Ribbon Army. And for what? Who was she trying to prove? She already proved herself she had a gift for mechanics and a talent to build ruthless and fearful androids. Some may say the rejection drove her mad to desparation, and Kyanite would have no choice but to agree, only because it's all true. Even she'd agree she was a piece of shit. Still is.
Could trying to take over the Red Ribbon Army to initiate her dream of achieving universal tranquility by converting every single breathing being into an accessible android as means to eliminate violence and other heinous crimes consider her redeemable? In her eyes, yes. As fortunate as she was to convert herself into an android and get accepted into the Red Ribbon Army with her new identity, she had ups and downs to making her vision come true. There was just one simple problem. They weren't the only ones that knew Kyanite's plan. She was already a part of the biggest weapon and android manufacture on the planet.
All it took was one text message that buzzed Kyanite's phone that sent her into a state of internal panic from an unknown number, and a number that she was unable to trace:
"I know your little secret on getting back in at the RRA, little Ms. Rejected Scientist Espere. Don't worry though, I'll keep your secret safe. Though if I were you, I'd choose my words very carefully if you want to try and text back."
The phone was left with the screen on of the text message on the coffee table. It's been about half an hour since she gotten the message and the device remained untouched. Across the table was Kyanite lied down on the beanbag, her legs lazily spread out. The lit cigarette that remained in her idled left hand gave her temporary relief before reality came down and bitch slapped her across the face. Kyanite was far from being a smoker, but the desperate need for anything to give her some sort of peace was too great to ignore.
She only wished that one of her foster siblings were here to help her in some way regardless of the situation she had with them. Help her how? Hell if she knew. Yell at her? Scold her for somehow fucking this all up? Ideally this was no way to comfort anyone, Kyanite no less, but just the presence of any of her siblings could at least, in some way, help calm her down. Right now, all she could do was stare at the phone. There was another choice, the only choice, to take, and that was to call the unknown number and see what they wanted.
Yet the question remained: it didn't matter who knew, the real matter at hand was how the hell did they know Kyanite's real identity? She made sure to cover her tracks. She was even sure that her presence in general remained as an ordinary citizen who aspire to be a better scientist... although the hidden truth behind the statement of improving as a scientist has a more forbidding motive.
"God, do I hate being fucking vulnerable right now." Kyanite hissed at herself in complete annoyance. A groan escaped while she took the cigarette to her lips and gave a quick huff and puff. By the looks of it, she might need a second cigarette to burn through.
There was no other choice other than to think about how much Kyanite is in a very compromising position. One fuck up and Kyanite ends up on the Red Ribbon Army's most wanted list. Screw it, she had to call. She needed to see what they hell they know and what the hell they want.
Squashing the lit cigarette out in the ashtray, she picked up the phone and call the unknown number. For what it's worth, she could be able to trace the location of where the call is made. She'd just hope she made the right choice.
The few rings from the other line felt like Kyanite waited years for whoever was on the other side to answer. After another few rings, someone finally answered. Right away, she was greeted with a velvet feminine voice.
"Well, well, well," The voice greeted the android with an amused, breathy tone. "I didn't think you had the guts to try and call me, but here you are. I'll admit, I figured you'd be someone begging me through a series of texts to not snitch to the Red Ribbon Army. Then again, for all I know you might do the same thing but through a call. Heh."
Kyanite was lucky enough that this was only a voice call. Her teeth gritted together in frustration, she practically felt the cockiness from the unknown caller's voice, as if she had the upper hand somehow. And she did. Kyanite hated it. Still, she kept her composure in her voice. Like the text said, she had to be very careful with her next choice of words; a threat that Kyanite would usually take lightly up until this moment. In the meantime, the cyborg stood up from the beanbag and walked towards her laptop.
She had to be careful, but also show that Kyanite knew how to stand her ground.
"Alright, so what do you want? Money? Some weapons?" Kyanite kept her tone as casual as she could as a signal to the caller that she wasn't worried with the secret at hand, even though the tension in her body refused to go away.
A response of silence on the other line lasted for a few moments before the caller spoke. "Pity, and here I thought you'd put up a fight. At least you know your place." For a second, it sounded like the caller was caught off guard with how nonchalant Kyanite's reaction was; moreso slightly disappointed. Good.
Kyanite placed the call on speaker as she reached for a black cord connected to her laptop to plug her phone in. In less than a few seconds later, she began typing away in hopes of finding where the call is being made. "Honestly? You're just not threatening enough for me to entertain you. Never mind a snitch. Intimidation is just not for you. I think working for a sex line would be more up your alley, though."
The caller replied with an empty laugh. Kyanite's quip triggered the caller for a split second and they both know it. "Bold words from a reject who thinks trying to fuck with a major multi-billion zeni corporation will make her feel better and less of a failure to where she had to switch identities." The caller snapped back.
"Ouch." Kyanite mockingly replied. "When I do take over, it would definitely make me feel a lot better and less of a failure, I'll admit it." When, not if. Despite the circumstances, Kyanite still had complete confidence in her vision becoming reality. Before the caller could get another word in, Kyanite was quick enough to continue. "But enough about me and definitely enough about you. I just have one small question. I don't care who you are or how you know about my business with the Red Ribbon Army," Or at least, she didn't care anymore. "I want to know what do you want out of this."
"What I want out of this?" The caller echoed.
Kyanite still went on to type away to try and trace the call. "Right. Clearly you have sensitive information on me, dangling it above my head like a dog trying to jump and snatch a treat off of your hand. You want something from me. Or, dare I say, you might need something from me." It was an obvious observation, given that the caller initially felt entertained at the idea of having a secret that they can easily leak to the Red Ribbon Army.
"Hm." Was all Kyanite could get out of the caller. It sounded like the caller was stumped, but Kyanite knew better than to think she got a one over, not when something so classified is on the line. "I don't necessarily want you to do anything for me. Not now, anyway. You do know what I want to get out from this, though?" She asked.
Kyanite sat in silence, only the sounds of her fingers pounding against the keyboard could be faintly heard. "...Go on." Were the only two words she managed to force out.
"I want us to meet in person."
"A meeting? In person?" It was now Kyanite's turn for her to be caught off guard. Just what could the individual behind the other line want from her? And why in person? "What kind of info you got that'd needs to be face to face instead of doing it over the line?" She asked.
"Well, guess you'll have to find out for yourself. I'll text you the address. By the way, you can stop trying to trace the call? It's not working."
Kyanite couldn't help but huff a chuckle. "What gave it away? The sound of typing?" As she asked, she pulled her hands back from her laptop.
"Something like that. Anyway, be there in 2 hours. Then we'll talk business."
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