Prompt 1:
 t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone.
The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well.
If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way.
Prompt 2:
 ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here.
Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems.
You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing.
Prompt 3:
e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it.
(Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!)
She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear.
Prompt 4:
 ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town...
And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours --
And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing.
And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful!
Extra:
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Sooo. Since you said I could ask. What are you? You kinda look like one of the mecha suits my friend Asami's company used to manufacture -- only, about a bazillion times prettier.
[ Just being honest. He likes pretty people. ]
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talk about a very blunt question... but she adjusts. ]
"Bazillion times prettier"... The emphasis makes it seem like a good thing, so... Thank you.
[ for the compliment, first off, though it can't be said how valid that compliment is when you're basically being compared to a toaster. still. he said a bazillion.
now, she continues: ]
I am not certain what your friend Asami-san's mecha suits were like, but putting my own existence in its simplest terms... I am a "robot". My name, however, is Aigis.
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Umm. It was her father who made them, and he kinda used them to do some bad stuff. [ Wow, he's really killing it at this 'make a girl feel better about themselves' business. ] But! I'm sure you're nothing like that! You look nice.
[ She does look nice, and nothing like a weaponized robot... ] My name's Bolin! I'm new around these parts. Nice to meet you, Aigis.
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I see...
[ nailin' it, bolin. but, again, he's trying. even if the "evil dude using machines to do bad stuff" thing is, like, A Thing.
it's just an aside and an innocent comment, however, so she tries to move on from it quickly. ]
If I may use your own words, Bolin-san, you are a "bazillion times" nicer than the flowers I have met here. Though perhaps I can compare you to the more colourful ones... [ ... ] That is a compliment. But, what I am implying is that it is nice to meet you as well. I will try my best not to betray your expectations of me.
[ like asami's dad. ]
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Oh! You really think so? Well, those flowers were mean, anyway. Don't know what they get out of saying such hurtful things.
[ He loves praise. If she wants to praise him more, he really doesn't mind. Also, they're basically friends now. No take-backsies. ]
How did your shoes look like?
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I do not quite understand either. I believe the standard response in moments like these is: if your words do not contain an appropriate message, that message should be destroyed.
[ ... not quite the phrase, but like bolin, she deserves points for effort.
she seems to guess that her way of saying that was wrong and awkward somehow, so she moves on quickly with only a minimal fluster. ]
Um, but my shoes are the simple, standard school shoes... They are brown. The technical term for them are "loafers".
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It takes him a second to understand what she's trying to say, but when it does hit him, he lets out a laugh. ] Yeah. Yeah. That's exactly how that phrase goes.
[ It isn't but he finds the effort really funny and cute. ]
Okay. With the two of us we'll have no problem finding them. [ 'School' shoes, though. ] I didn't know robots had to go to school. What's that like? Do you get to meet a lot of other robots?
[ Not that Bolin even knows what regular school is like, because he never had the money to go to one. ]
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--except they're probably not gonna die looking for her shoes, so no one has to worry about that. ]
There are no other robots like me besides myself, so "meeting a lot of other robots" was not an option. Attending school was for... special reasons, related to my original mission.
[ plus she wanted to. and was horrible at it.
kind of. but she looks at bolin curiously then, her head tilting slightly. his question isn't odd, really, but it kind of betrays what she's normally used to. ]
Why do you ask "what is is like", however, Bolin-san? I was under the impression that all humans, after a certain age, must attend school. Was it not the same for you?
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[ Yeah, his childhood was tough, but he's remarkably casual about it. ]
Must be nice, though, meeting all those other kids your own age and learning all sorts of new stuff.
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It's... It was different for me, but it wasn't unpleasant, no.
[ if anything, she enjoyed it very much. but that isn't the issue here, not when she's stepped into what she feels is pretty sensitive territory accidentally.
even if bolin doesn't seem deterred by it at all. ]
I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bring up such a topic...
[ yikes. ]
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[ He didn't even realise that bringing up the fact that he grew up in poverty might be an awkward topic to some. Anyway, this backstory topic gets thrown out the window because he's way more interested in what she has to say. ]
But what's a robot doing in human school? Oh, I get it now -- you were undercover, weren't you?
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plus she can't help but give a small smile when he gives his guess about her school life, given he sounded so sure about it. ]
I am glad you found happiness, Bolin-san.
[ she just has to say that, because she is! so far, he sounds like he deserves it.
and she continues smiling lightly and walks on, not answering that question.
maybe... that is her answer to that..... ]
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[ Did she not hear it? Or was this on purpose? After some thinking, he finds he understands what's going on. ]
Right, right. Top secret undercover stuff. Possibly some espionage. It's fine if you can't talk.
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she curiously tilts her head there. ]
Espionage? Are there usually secrets that would warrant such methods in a school?
[ maybe it seems like she's asking this as a way to keep her cover for her sneaky school mission (which doesn't exist, really), but mainly aigis just really wants to Know.
she still hasn't fully integrated herself into human society, after all, so... maybe this is a fact that she just never really stumbled upon during her limited time there. a fact that bolin somehow picked up despite not ever going? who even knows anymore, it's all a mystery. ]
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But you did say something about having a mission. [ And surprisingly, he was paying attention. ]