A Rapidly Decelerating Mass of Ice and Rock [8D/Invite]

Space the final frontier, it stretched out and on forever. A distance so vast that the soft squidgy life on this planet couldn't comprehend it. Beyond the silver moon, so close and sweet. The dust of Mars and the rings beyond around giant balls of gas. Beyond the once a planet Pluto and further still, beyond the Oort Cloud and then beyond the vast and distant stars. Their flickering synthy bringing order to a chaotic sky, wrapped with clouds and random flecks of radiation. These adventures beyond sight were beyond what most people could believe, unable to leave their tiny planet or see the nearest planet with their eyes. Yet she had.

Her arrival was timed perfectly, because she had seen it and that it was good. Cresting the hill on imitation legs the imitation girl stood for three point seven three seconds before a glint on the horizon blazed into view. It burned at the atmospheric interface as its form twisted and scattered. A rising roar that she watched coolly without moving as closer and closer it came. It was fast, faster than anything human yet it slowed, and slowed, and fell. A white tail spewed behind it before a mighty THUWP. The ground shook, the wind wailed and the girl stood as as soil roiled like an sea put to storm. Yet it broke before her hill, the trees battered but standing. Dust and smoke filled the air but she casually stepped down into the smoking edge. It was after all, exactly as she had seen it.

It was not pleasant, the smoke, the dust, the dirt. She would much rather it be clean and sterile but that was not the way it was. An imitation girl as she was, she sneezed a petite sneeze. Widening her eyes in surprise, such odd creatures. No she did not like this, it made her cross. Still she did not want to wait for the dust to settle and the smoke to drift away. This smoking ruin of a field was in some way important to her. Something from far away had come here, by chance but still. She felt a kinship with it, whatever was left.

Above the smoke she could hear the hoot of an owl, in the settling gloom the smouldering edge of a barn. It was hot, the air dry and uncomfortable, even that was settling down to merely, warm. Donkeys were warm, she had touched one, the numbers and the sensation were two different things. Was that why she were here right now?

Reaching the centre, the cracked glass centre, it was hotter than a great many donkeys. Too hot for even her right now, yet something remained. The crater was neither large nor deep yet, impressive enough. A pitted lump of black rock groaned under its heat, elongated, scared, pointed. Cracks from where water had escaped traced across it, yet even that was barely the size of her head. Before it had been caught by Earth, it had been so large and mighty, yet only this remained. Iron, nickel, silver, carbon, a trace or two of other elements yet, older than her, maybe older than this planet. Doomed to be buried under the Earth, broken down and be nothing but dust.

That seemed cruel.

The girl watched it cool, creaking and moaning as it did so. Red eyes locked, unblinking, focusing. White hair powered with dust to seem speckled and a black dress that seemed just out of place enough everywhere to be passingly odd. Certainly, it would drive any onlookers to strange assumptions of her nature. That was not her concern at all however, until she heard a sound. A crunching footstep on unsettled soil.

Twisting only her neck she peered though the smoke to see a form that was familiar. She had only just arrived in this place and yet, she had not expected him here. Only that he was in the city, or nearby and she had not yet looked. Yet he had found her, how strange. She had considered her brother somewhat thoughtless when it came to her, in their limited interactions.

Letting him come closer the girl rotated the rest of her body to face him and after a moments pause let a strap of the tote bag fall from her shoulder before deftly plucking a bottle of prune juice from inside. She liked patterns and this was one she always did, because people give gifts to one another. So she always gave him a bottle of prune juice whenever they met, since she had the first time they met. Because that was what she did and it was a warrior's drink.

Like two plastic pigeons that were miming at reality they too, did the same. Her voice was soft yet direct, "You have come, I have come, I did not foresee this." For she had not and it was true. Standing in the crater with a dusting of dust and a series of events. Could it have been said by the people here, incorrectly that they had both followed a star?

The Figure's grin grew wider and wider as he spied the bottle of prune juice in the frail girl's hand. It had been a good while sense he had seen one of these, far longer then he could have ever remembered or cared to. To say that was another life would be a gross understatement. He had seen he shooting star much as she had, and as she had he decided he wanted to understand what it was. Lately he had been busy, work, the Professor, even Kay was taking up more time then normal, thankfully Callie was there to ease his burden... Yet, tonight he was free, and tonight he had seen something that unlodged a long forgotten memory."J-Series Project ASSW-P Serial Number 1C... It is good to SEE you Sister... Ehehehe..."

8D chuckled and giggled at his joke, nearly losing balance and toppling over from his self inflicted joy. He did manage to compose himself before face met dust. He settled his gaze on the figure before him and smiled a somewhat warm smile. Not wasting another moment he took the bottle of Prune Juice.... Store Brand... Same as always..."1C.... What are you doing here... HOW are you here. It's been so long I had begun to fear you lost in the stars... Ehehe...... Are... are any of the other's with you?... Ehehe... of course they're not who am I KIDDING! EHEHEHEHE Oh I slay me." 8D would wipe a tear from his eye and take a short gaze around the crater they had found themselves in. He noted the sharp contrast between himself and 1C, and the disheveled earth around them.

He thought for a moment longer before setting the prune juice down and reaching into his back pocket. Why he had decided to grab this when he left he didn't know. Had he been a 1 series like her he might have been able to chalk it down to some sort of vision... but no, he was an 8. Recreation mode, nothing more. He waited for a second longer before producing from his back pocket a bottle cap. Store Brand Prune Juice.

Brother was a word that did not mean very much. It could mean many things from friend to stranger yet none of them seemed to apply. There was a shared kinship, both were made from the same materials, they had the same creator. Yet, they were very different. At the same time they knew each other intimately, what was for one was almost the same for the other. So much less random chance than a bipedal bag of water and yet, just as dissimilar.

Grins was over a foot taller than her when he wasn't on higher ground, right now he towered. Both were slight of form yet he was heavier, it was also safe to say they were dressed as oddly as each other. To them though, it seemed perfectly natural. As natural as standing in a smoking crater late into the evening with distant stars peeking though the smoke and clouds. Exchanging gifts Tallya gave a perfunctory smile and promptly tilted her head to consider his joke. The  sense of a ball-bearing rolling from one side to the other was audible to the imaginative.

"I, C, 1, C." Tallya righted her head to the punchline, proud of herself. There were not any others here, she knew even less of them than she did Grins. Despite her attempts, she was not truly interested in them, they had little to offer her. They did not understand more or have information she did not, they had little to do with her assigned tasks. The interaction for interactions sake was somewhat lost on her programming, observing came first and to interact would be to defeat the point. Understanding was secondary and in some cases, discomforting. Tallya had a pride in herself and did not like being applied to problems that she was suboptimal for.

"I could not be lost in the stars, I know them too well." There was a slightly lament that she could merely watch and not be amongst them. Locking onto him with red eyes she fingered the bottle cap, “I was to come, to see you. Yet you have come to see me, did you know or did you not?” It was not impossible that word was sent of her arrival but that he would be watching the sky for the sign of incoming ice, seemed odd. Rotating in place her eyes lingered before affixing into the clearing distance, “The weather on Io is lovely tonight.” Comments on the weather were a part of conversation, when one had little else to say or it was not appropriate to enquire more. To ask what he was doing in this place, why he was here, the start of their interaction was too close. “The sulphur ring is glowing and on Jupiter the auroras are dancing blue across the clouds.” She knew he could not see it, nor could her eyes here. Eyes elsewhere however, reaching out she took his hand, transmitting the sensory information at the same time as a different kind of sensory information. The texture of his palm, the heat of his body.

"Always straight to the point aren't you sister... Heh. Funny, it's hard to believe someone who's head is always in the clouds could be so direct. Ehehehe Oh I'm so funny, I should be outlawed Ehehe...." 8D snickered and met his sister's gaze. His eyes hardened as his smile grew slightly smaller. The lack of response to what was frankly a rhetorical question weighed heavily on him. None of the others where here. While he didn't expect them to be, or in most cases wanted to be, it would have been nice to know that they were at the very least still operational... Then again, he did know where some of them were...

"I... Didn't know you would be here no. I came to inspect the giant sky rock for little green men but found a tall pail woman instead, ehehe... Did you ride in on the giant space rock by chance? Perhaps from Io or Jupiter? Ehehe..." 8D smirked and pointed at the smoldeirng hunks or rock that surrounded them."... You say you came to see me... Why?... I mean, of course you missed me. I'm awesome... But why now?"