"The number of Irregular activities within the city have been steadily declining, Master X. Neo Arcadia has truly become a safe haven for humanity."
Tristia Kelverian knelt in front of Copy X's throne, keeping his gaze on the ground as the tyrant gazed at him sternly.
"However, there is still unrest with our citizens. Many humans remain fearful of us reploids and tend to give wide berths to our reploid citizens."
Copy X hummed very lightly, taking in the head judge's concern, though it looked as though he wasn't too terribly bothered by it. "Our reploid citizens will have to be accustomed to presenting themselves as non-threatening to our human citizens. As long as there is a chance of reploids becoming irregular, the humans will always be timid. Should it come to it, set a standard in the city for separation."
Kelverian looked up, looking concerned. "Separation?...Master X…surely segregating humans and reploids shouldn't be necessary."
"If the humans are uncomfortable around reploids, then they will receive their own spaces." Copy X waved off Kelverian's concern. "The past is not so easily forgotten…it is only natural for humans to gaze upon us with fear."
"But Master X-"
Kelverian didn't get to finish his protest, because in walked Aztec Falcon, who made his way to the throne and bowed.
"My Lord X. Judge Kelverian. I apologize for the interruption."
"What is it, Falcon?" Copy X frowned, looking bored. "Can you not see I am in the middle of a meeting?"
"Again, my deepest apologies, Master X. However I have received alerts from the pantheons that patrol the underground."
He looked up towards the tyrant, a serious look on his face.
"It would appear the Rebels have been spotted moving around frequently in the tunnels."
Copy X raised an eyebrow at this news.
"I have long drained the resources in those tunnels…why on Earth would Ciel bother returning to them?"
"We are uncertain, my Lord. However, it appears they have been searching for some sort of legend." Aztec Falcon replied.
Copy X kept his eyebrow raised at this speculation. Legend...What would be legendary other than himself? The Legendary X? Destroyer of Mavericks and protector of humans?
"Are you aware of this supposed legend Ciel is tracking?"
"No sir. The only information we were able to gather was something called 'The Red Hunter'" Falcon replied, moving his wing for emphasis. "If this refers to a Maverick Hunter...it's very possible this is such an old legend that it is long past its time."
Copy X would hum, folding his hands together and looking like he was pondering over this information. A red Maverick Hunter...legendary at that…the only other hunter besides X that had been so legendary…had been…
"...keep an eye on these tunnels. If the rebels are detected, send Pantheons to destroy them. Bring Ciel to me alive."
Aztech Falcon bowed and nodded. "As you command, Master X."
***CS***
The sound of silence…an occasional beep or notification…really the sounds in the area was relatable to a fishbowl filled with technology-sounds. Everything seemed to just float in space…though this space was not anything astrology-based…
Data…numbers…screens and pictures…Nothing but information surrounding them…
The starting up credits rolled on the screen, and the title of the game was displayed, ready to be played.
Standing at the front of the screen was a tall, slender reploid with bird-like features and extremely colorful armor filled with mostly blues, purples and greens. He had a bored expression on his face and he kept his hands on his hips in a semi-haughty way.
Behind him was a table floating in this space, surrounded by chairs, and a raven-haired woman sitting at one of these chairs, sipping at a cup of tea.
"...Are you satisfied yet? You've played that game five different times." The woman mused in a soft voice, looking up from her teacup. "There are many other games at your disposal you know. One series I would personally recommend would be Pokemon."
"Pah…all your world's games are scripted and predictable."
The bird-like reploid crossed his arms and glanced over his shoulder towards the woman. "They follow a programmed script…the hero always wins…and sure the hero can die a MILLION times, but they keep being re-spawned so they can finish their 'HaPpY sToRyLiNe'."
The woman set her teacup down and chuckled slightly.
"Peacock…games are not real life…most games are designed to make players feel good."
She looked up with her hazel-green eyes. "If you want a thriller game…Maybe try FNAF? I hear the fans enjoyed 'Security Breach'...or there's always the original. I personally enjoy that one-"
"Again. Scripted. They become predictable and you can easily tell what's going to happen next."
The reploid turned and approached the table, sitting in a seat across from the woman. "In the past year I have played every game you have put in front of me and read every book you suggested."
He watched as the woman poured him a cup of tea and gently slid it in his direction.
"Predictability is boring! I want to see REAL action. REAL devastation."
He took the tea cup and looked at the liquid, seeing his reflection in the liquid inside.
"Ha ha ha…I want to see TRUE suffering…"
The woman gave him a concerned, yet tired look.
"...Peacock…I can't control any of these things for you…I'm just a simple human…I STILL can't understand how I ended up here with you. It was truly a shock for me…what else would you have me do?" She asked quietly.
Peacock continued to gaze at his tea…and looked towards the woman, an evil grin on his face.
"...I want to change things up…"