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Terreo blinked and stared with interest. "Well, what do you know? Now I really wish I could remember everything before I got sealed in that tome..." he commented before hearing being called a tool.

"Tool!? I'm what's left of the devil forger, Visus Allat Resosaetsur the 17th's arsenal, for your information! And my name is Terreo! You'd best treat me with respect! " he nearly shouted, seeming peeved at being called a tool. Though he calmed back down immediately afterwards.

Atma merely listened, then nodded once.

"Noted. Scanning..complete. Room mapped in its entirety. Greater external structure also scanned. Walls not built to withstand high impact. Underlying structure weak. Class-2 weapon capable of total destruction. Estimate: Unsatisfactory for master's overall protection. Recommend change of environs for greater safety while in a sleeping state."

Probably not what Regan had in mind when she said 'familiarize yourself with the room' but..she was an android. So she was probably going to take everything rather literally. But hell, Chachamaru wandered around the school grounds..and Atma looked less robotic than she did.

"Aaah, jeez, fine. Quit whining!" She grabs Terreo from under the bed and puts him next to Arondight. "Just... be more inconspicuous. And don't you dare do anything to Arondight, or I'll have Atma snap your blade." She huffs at the annoying, sentient sword, before turning to the android. "Ah... Not quite what I meant, Atma..." She sighs softly and walks up to her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind the android's ear. Still mesmerized by that perfect beauty she's got going on. Engineered beauty, almost. "Though you may know the building, now, there are things I bet you don't know. For example... where do I keep the bowls? Or silverware? Chopsticks? Hmm~? Now, -familiarize- yourself with the room while I shower. Don't just analyze it." She taps Atma on the nose once before she goes to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and starting her shower.

Well..the thing is, she did sort of scan everything, so she kind of did know where most things were in a general area from the scan itself. But that was irrelevant. She showed no reaction when her hair was messed with, and milled about to look at things as ordered despite it being unnecessary. She did turn her head slightly when spoken to by Terreo. Her mind..if one could call it that, processed the possibilities of telling this creature about her capabilities too much. However, despite his apparent egotism, which she noted was a downfall of several former masters..she didn't calculate a direct danger in giving this information, though she would give it in a way that was more efficient.

"Your knowledge would be irrelevant. I cannot acquire magic through teaching or standard methods. The only way for me to accumulate spells is to be the recipient of them. I absorb spells I do not know into myself. Upon doing so, I gain full knowledge of that spell's ability and am able to cast if if my spell engine is at the necessary capacity. Currently, the majority of the spells I am in possession of are from a class of magic known as 'High Ancient'. Spells that come from a distant time. They are mostly unknown in this world any longer, though it is stated by a former master that they exist in other worlds as well. I do know some spells that have come within the past several thousand years. A list of what I know is meaningless, as the acquisition process is entirely different from information retrieval."

So saying, she walked to the bathroom door, and entered. She stood then next to the shower Regan was in, and simply stood guard. That was her duty after all. It wasn't that she was ignoring Terreo; it was just that her duty took precedence.

"Of course, master. How much pressure would you prefer me to use?"

The outfit she wore retracted then, pulling into the gem on her chest. The gemstone seemed to be part of her chest, and perhaps was some type of device. Most likely it wasn't an obvious weakness; that would be a horrible design flaw. The basic thought would most likely be it served as a control unit for certain external features. Like changing her clothing. A fabrication object, perhaps? Like a mini engine? Who could say. Either way, unclothed she was..well, other than the blue stone in her chest, she looked entirely human. Every bit of her was correct according to what humans would be. The gemstone could even retract back into her skin when not in use, to make her more human seeming. But it hadn't been requested of her, so she left it. Her boots were actually not included in her outfit, and had to be taken off individually.

Her clothing was really waterproof; but she knew that human etiquette generally dictated one did not wear clothing when in a shower or public bath. Therefore, she conformed to that particular rule. It was obviously to raise the comfort level of her master, and seem more human. It wasn't an emotionally conscious decision; it's just what she did according to her duty, and had learned to do before. She actually could 'feel' physical sensations, but she could also choose to ignore them as simple environmental factors. She could feel pain, but there was never a reaction unless in combat. If she damaged herself, she simply learned from the experience. This level of heat was negligible; she was made to withstand magical elements, so some hot water wouldn't bother her. But as she shifted alongside Regan in the shower, and lightly brushed against her, surprisingly, not only did her skin feel..exactly lifelike, but she was also warm to the touch herself now that she was online. Like a real person.

"That so? Lucky for you, I can cast them as well. Though, most are demonic spells, as my origins are from the demonic realms, though time flows differently there. Who knows? I might even know the ones you are able to cast, and I may be even older than you ~" Terreo replied, clearly trying something. Perhaps to gain more approval from Regan to get her to not mistreat him.

"Its up to you though. I've got all the time in the world. "

Being called master was... interesting. Not sure how she feels about it. She'll leave it for now, she supposes. "Inefficient? How heartless... Mass-produced things tend to be efficient, yes, but they lose the heart and quality of effort put into them. They may be good, but something that is hand-crafted can be great... I bet the mass-produced models weren't as pretty, or as powerful, right? They'd only be any good in war-time... where as you seem like you'd be good to have around, no matter the occasion." Regan smiles over her shoulder, washing her hair while Atma washes her back.

Though, something caught her attention. "Disrepair, you say...? I bet I know a guy who could fix 'em up, if he tried. When I get some free-time, would you want to search for your broken-down sisters? We can bring 'em to my friend and see if he can repair them. Fix 'em up good as new, y'know? He's handy with that sort of thing..."