I'm Sorry, But the King You're Looking For is....

[Miranda Frost]

Its funny how things work out. Its as if a guardian angel was watching her. Either that or she had been accidentally summoning things that weren't on her during her eh.. "Omni-napping". It cold be the case but she didn't enjoy taking the easy route when it came to answering questions. The only theory she could think is that it was planted on her. However for that to be viable only those who have actually touched her were candidates, but she could count those on one hand. Of those, neither had a connection to her from the world she came from.

Too many... god-damned questions.

Time seemed to slip as she thought. She had picked something that would go down without dirtying her "Food Tube". She never really picked the name, its just Doctor was bad at such things. It provided the same basic utility that a normal jaw would, but Miranda just saw it as a glorified garbage disposal. She hadn't prepped her hose or her.. mouth replacement. Her mind was elsewhere. The soup she had chosen for her meal was warm and smelled great, but it wasn't enough to pull her back.

She sat there, continuously drowning out the world around her with the swirling of the red soup as she stirred it.
However when the others sat down with their meals with the stalker she couldn't help but turn her eye towards him. He looked as shady as his actions did, and although Zack may have given him the warm treatment, Miranda's was much the polar opposite. It wasn't her style, but answering his question with a question help vent the steam that was building inside her.

"Are you after the bandits? Feel free to shed some light on why you've been following us."

A simple question. If not there wasn't much to stop her from drilling the shady man's head into the ground. Had she had a proper jaw and mouth with the proper voice that came along with the package, her voice would have obvious contempt interlaced with her sound. However her voice was purely digital and somewhat mechanical as a result. No emotion through her voice, but the cold radiance from her rigid stature surely would speak for itself for those who know what to look for in such a thing.

On a second thought, she maybe was wrong about nothing stopping her from attacking the newest comer. Zack seemed much the heroic type. Friendly but not afraid to give out the edge of his blade when and where it was needed. Though she had seen him in action, she couldn't quite gauge his strength. She did know those skirmishes weren't entirely serious.

While the man formulated his answer she looked over to Zack and the other. The mechanical man was already a man of carefully chosen words, but Zack was a cheerful chatterbox. To see the man so collected was unnatural. Was he tired as well? Troubled?

She sighed and moved a gloved hand to her mask, carefully unbolting her mask before taking it off and setting it to the side. She winced, nearly forgetting about her minor injury earlier that day, when one of the bandits shared a piece of his mind with a heavy hitting fist. It had bent a bolt and chipped or possibly cracked the bone was secured to. The bleeding had stopped, but she let the scab that had caked along the holes along the right side of her cheek bone be, as much as an eye sore it was.

Her eye looked down toward her soup. She had forgot her hose. She reached toward her canteen, now empty from the day and carefully poured her red colored soup into it. She sloshed it around and poured into the circular entrance to what replaced her missing mouth, the liquid following the tube down into her throat connecting with the rest of her digestive tract.

Miranda wasn't an envious woman. She was simple. Though if there was one thing she wanted that everyone at the table probably had, it was the sense of taste. Not just taste, but the feeling of her mouth watering at the smell of her favorite foods. The feel of her teeth tearing and crunching her food to a mush. It sure made meals interesting. Her... device just made the whole concept of eating too easy. It was dull and boring.

An earlier thought flashed in her mind again and her eyes drifted back to the others. She disregarded whatever answer the new man had came up with, having lost interest. The mechanics to this new world were more important to whatever scheme the shady man was up to. At the very least it could wait. The others seemed to be primes. They stuck out quite well, except for the man across from her, but even then she didn't know for sure.

"Have any of you accidentally summoned anything during your time here?", she asked plainly, her mind drawn back to her journal. To be honest she hadn't thought about that book in some time. She had thought it to be destroyed or lost after the events of the Coliseum games.