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Her forays into the normal world had become more frequent as of late. Midori, the Tachikawa prodigy child was merely trying to develop a greater sense of understanding. There was only so much that theory and observation could allow her, but even in the midst of the normalcy, she couldn't help but find herself at a loss for how different the world was. And she found that her mind drifted back to her work constantly, her ideas, she wrestled with the standing issues in her mind.
There were the occasional stares at the girl in the wheelchair. It wasn't exactly surprising. She hadn't brought an aid with her today, after the last one had gotten injured shielding her she'd decided it was a risk she'd have to take, she couldn't let anymore get themselves hurt for her sake. No matter how pressed they were by their obligations. Besides that, it was a little more freeing to be able to wander without being watched over constantly.

She shifted her hand back softly, coming to a stop infront of a rather expensive clothing store.. Clothing shopping was normel enough, right? With a soft flick of her left hand the wheelchair turned and rolled forward once more, taking Midori in. Once she'd found a good spot to deposit it, she checked her legs calmly by patting at them, running her hands along parts of the full-length braces she was wearing. She'd fashioned them herself.
And if she was going to wear these to help stabilize her and protect her, they might as well look nice. Under her long dress, the bracers on her legs curled up along her legs like silvery steel snakes, almost seamless joints rested on either side of her knees and lead further up still. The constructes rested firmly against her long black leggings, keeping a firm but gentle grip to assure they didnt fall loose when she walked.

She looked through the racks of clothing one-by-one, though the disinterest on her face was perhaps all too clear, little here actually appealed to her. How could it? She had a mind filled with thoughts of hardware and medical equipment. The onlyt hing that managed to catch her eye was another long-sleeved dress. Very little in this place was conservative at all, it had to expose some level of flesh to be interesting. The rare find appealed to her only because it kept her full body pretty much hidden. Surgical scars were rampant on her arms, legs and upper body, they weren't exactly things she wanted showing off. The more conservative nature of a longsleeved dress served her purposes. Not to mention it would probably be warmer too.

Trying it out in the changing rooms wasn't tough, dressing herself was hardly a chore, she examined herself in it, shrugged after a while and resolved to buy it. A calm change to her previous outfit and she was soon making her way to the checkout with the new acquisition. She used her card, had it placed in a bag and returned to her wheelchair. Was this action supposed to be thrilling?
For some reason she simply couldn't feel anything in regards to it. Already her mind was lost to new concepts and ideas for improving Steel Bastion, be it armor changes, a different frame, color scheme, weaponry. Perhaps if she found a specialty toy store, one with robot models, those would give her ideas for appearance upgrades, maybe even weaponry to try to emulate. Somehow this actually managed to catch her interest as a thought.

As soon as she'd exited the store, however, she could hear something of a commotion not far from her. Steeped in her thoughts as she was, she wasn't aware until several armed men, carrying weapons and wearing masks, were running in her direction, each carrying over the shoulder sports bags. She could see loose notes scattering in their wake from openings. So they were robbers. But the rush they were in mean they were being chased.
She didnt really have time to move out of the way. The appearent leader had a bright idea the moment he saw the wheelchair-ridden girl and grabbed her by an arm.

Midori's reaction wasn't to struggle as the strong hand pulled her up out of her seat, forcing her to drop her bag, he pulled her around, letting the rifle he had rest ona sling whilst he pulled a handgun from his hip. A standard nine, nothing special, even as he placed it against her head Midori's face remained astoundingly calm. Her focus was now more on whoever was chasing these men and part of it was the gun.
She could feel the cold metal right against the flesh of her temple. She didn't even flinch at the idea of what was happening, instead she mildly turned her Technopathy toward the weapon. It wasn't technology but part of her power allowed her to still manipulate the tool. The internal structure of the barrel itself was compressing, the metal folding in on itself within the gun, blocking off the chamber entirely. If he was stupid enough to fire that gun at their pursuer, it would backfire.

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..........An ant in a colony of cockroaches. A pug in a pack of wolves. A kitten in a pride of lions. A Briton in a Kazakh town. All of those are what describes the Russian mob in Jump City. Well, alright, it was a certain kind of exciting to finally confront one from your own childhood nation, but criminals are still criminal, no matter if they are ones who jump over the 45th President's wall or ones who drink a little bit too much vodka, or if they are of a peaceful country of vast meatballs and furniture.

..........Something tells TRINA that those robbers were not so bright. For one, they chose to rob the Jump City branch of the Bank of Suriname, which at any given time has only 1000 Dollars in 7500 Suriname Dollars. They also had to just yell 'Allahuakbar' when trying to rob the store. Even though they diminished her boredom, they were outright idiotic, though smart enough to bring weapons.

..........It was the types of weapons they had, how fast they ran, and what they wore which confirmed they were indeed Russian, even though they were with zentai masks. Soviet-era guns and equipment, faster than the usual, and Adidas sweatwear. If things needed to be even more explicit, they also had badges with the Russian flag on them. They also panicked in Russian when they first saw her, and they recognised all the insignia upon her as Soviet.

..........Sounds of stomps and piston propulsion engulfed the mall, along with the rapid running of cheap, hard-sole sneakers. The frantic voices of two mobsters in Russian, too. Stopping in front of a clothes shop, one of them took a girl hostage, with a cheap, Russian-made, average handgun. A round of frantic exchanges of speech in Russian took place between the two, and then he tried to fire. As she thought was gonna happen, it jammed. Three more tries, nothing. He threw the gun at some shirts, took out a grenade, pulled the pin.

..........At the same time, TRINA pulled her trusty chainsaw out her back, clicked a button to turn it on. When the guy threw the grenade at her, dropped the hostage girl, tried to run away, TRINA threw the chainsaw in a way that it would brush against the duffle bag, emptying all the money out. The grenade then exploded right under her undercarriage.

..........A powerful grenade that was, it blew her legs right off, and also disabled her arms, rendering her absolutely unable to move. She got her neck to lift up and she looked forward, smiling as all the Surinamese cash quickly fell out. She then took notice of the girl there, Asian, petite. "'Khey! I might need some help," she said, while taking full notice of her legs getting amputated off and her arms no longer being functional at that moment. "You come here, please don't mind the smell of my hair, by the way."

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The girl was honestly quite surprised by the apparent pursuer of these thugs. She didnt understand the language being thrown back and forth beyond the fact that it was russian, at least her best guess that it was from that region, the symbol on the shoulder of the armor also gave it away. The exchange seemed predictable. The men wanted to get away but they were forced to fight, the gun got pointed away form her, the first shot didnt get past the chamber, it was quickly jammed. Anyone would look at that as a bad sign.

Being discarded wasn't so much of an issue, the girl struck the ground, but she'd learned to safely fall, as best she could, given her position right now. Falling had hitched up her dress to expose the braces, though she simply looked over her shoulder at first. The throwing of a grenade was something she hadn't seen coming but somehow knew to expect it. She raised her hands to her ears and curled up, the limited surface area meant there wasn't much of her to hit with shrapnel.

Even with her hands cupped over her ears the explosion was fairly loud, though muffled. Her head lifted up and she watched the robbers continue to run. They'd lost one bag and were.. She assumed cursing to eachother as they ran, but they were still getting away with some of their cash. The girl pushed herself up, staring at the fallen weapon before she looked behind her at the would-be pursuer's form. As she'd suspected, a machine body, no blood from the lost legs at least..

The machine-woman hybrid's prompting wasn't necessary, but Midori couldn't exactly hurry. She tested her arm and shoulder, pressing at her ribs a moment, nothing painful, just a little sore, good. Nothing broken this time. With that she pulled herself to her feet and walked over to the chaser, staring down at the nearby remains of the broken legs and the arms before she knelt down before her,reaching her hands forward to place on the chest of the armor for a moment.
Interesting... The technology is primitive in nature, but still functional.. There's almost no space left for a human at all.. I can almost..
Midori stared blankly up at the face of the cyborg, her face remained stoic and calm, though she spoke simply,
"My name is Midori." The girl glanced around again, people were still panicked and fleeing from the scene, good. Within seconds she already had a plan of action, but she couldn't do it without making sure this woman understood what was about to happen,
"I take it you understand english then. I have a plan, but time is short. I can get you functioning again but only for a short time, at least until we get you to a place where you can be fixed properly. Does this sound acceptable?"