Omega's proposal ( Private. )

The demon blade Omega sat in the abandoned building in death city, it had taken much too long to repair herself she realised, that shapeshifter had become a Kishen, peaple died, and she just slept. Surfing the internet for worldly events once a week. But now she was fully repaired and ready to make a deal.
The hot water had finished running in Sho's apartment, Omega walked into the bathroom and turned off the water. Lacking breath she had to resort to hot water to make the steam, but non of the less the mirror was ready. Using her metalic fingers she wiped away the steam into the numbers to call lord death. She knew the intelligence was correct as the mirror formed into the image of the death room.
If robots could smile, she would have. "Lord Death, I am pleased to meet you." She said with her synthetic female voice.

Lord Death was, currently, reading a newspaper when Omega patched through. "Tsk, tsk, REALLY, Beyonce? Terrible taste in men." Upon hearing Omega, he lowered the newspaper. "Hmm? Ah, hello? Who is it I'm speaking too?"

"We have yet too meet. My name is Omega, and I am a death sythe with a desire to become allied with the academy. While logic dictates I should avoid a small army dedicated to hunting Kishen eggs, history dictates acceptance and redemption through surender. If you will give me two things I will sumbit." Her voice sounded maleficent, and the brightness of her eyes increased whenever she spoke.

"Hmmm....I'm thinking... NOPE." Lord Death would fold his newpaper, before placing it on a cofee table for later reading. "See, thing is, Omega, when people surrender to us, its usually, well, unconditional. And they don't ally with us so much as allow themselves to be detained." He would shrug. "More than willing to hear out those two things, however."

"They are very simple, a residence, this can be anywhere you choose. I would also like a Meister who is capable of weilding me, though I understand if a show of good faith must be shown first. Know this, I was made a Demon Blade. My creators fed me souls long before I became self aware, I am not a killer of the innocent. All souls that made me into who I am were never gathered by me. If you provide those two things, or even promise them. Then I will surender however you wish."

ooc: You need to have more than speech, Jac. How is she speaking? Is she fidgeting or remaining immobile?

ooc: Completly imobile, the only thing that changes is the brightness of her eye camera's. Moving actually requires alot of effort for Omega and doing it in conversations is just a waste of energy to her.

"Well then, that case, allow me to add my own stipulation. If you want to surrender, you are going to have to forfeit ALL of your souls, every last one, and start over as a normal weapon." Lord Death peered at her. "After all, its the right thing to do."

"Is it though?" She asked, this time letting a pause follow. "If I revert back to no souls my mind will be wiped. I will not regain full sentience until the one hundreth soul is given back to me. My systems will be locked off as I revert to Ciri levels of intelegence. My knowlage of the organisation that created me, while it is currently incripted but can be cracked, I a working on it as we speak. Will be deleted and we will have no way of knowing who made me or what they intend to do.... If I agree to this option I have one more condition, you grant me a Meister who is capable of making me a Death Sythe. As the alternitive is to awful to imagine." Her head tilted to the side creating a whirring sound, if a robot could look sad. Then she would.

"Hmm.....Why don't you head down to the academy, we have a guy who MAY be able to help you crack that code." Lord Death would say as he hovered in the air. "If he can't, well, we'll have to go ahead with the soul purge. After all, nothing saying we can't take them down later!"

A long silence followed as Omega internally debated this.
".... Alright, the sxhool day has yet to begin so please anounce my arival that way I don't have to fight an army to get to your room."
Twenty minutes later the A.I. in power armor walked down the rows of guillotine's, her feet making a slaming noise due to her weight. She was almost slumped over as the internal debate fired off as fast as a super computer.
She walked up to his table looking sad.

In the Death Room, a massive device, with many hanging wires, would be found, with a rather short human working on it. Lord Death, meanwhile, was sitting, continuing to read the newspaper. "Mhm, mhm. Okay, note to self, do NOT invest in microsoft, got it." He would look up, spotting Omega. "Heya, Omega! Good news! Apparently, one of my students had a spare supercomputer lying around!"

Omega was briefly confused, she ran a preliminary s an to see if it was a soul purge machine or if Death intended her to download herself into it.

The device was.....odd, to say the least. Omega's scans revealed nearly nothing about it, other than it was very high tech. The human stood up. "Ey, yer Omega, right? Nice to meet you, names Beetle Gearsley, inventor and meister. Look, Lord Death mentioned you ad encrypted files?"

"Yes, I assume you are equiped to decript them?" Omega said with her usual malefic voice as already she searched the web for anything about him. After a moment she stepped forward.

The meister nodded. "Yup. This supercomputer will speed decrypt all you're files. Plus install a few software patches. And probably make, like, a backup or something." He shrugged. "Honestly, no idea. I know it'll work, thats about it. Mad Science and all that."

Omega looked at the stone computer, not moving an inch. You could practically hear the gears turning in the back of her head, trying to detirmine if she actually wants to backup herself within.
"Alright." She said the word practically hissing out of her mouth. "We can do the backup first, it will take about six hours, judging by my preliminary atempts the files are equiped with a military grade decription. It will take several, several days bording on a month or two, to fully decript it. In six hours after I am backed up, we can comince with the soul perge." Said Omega.
ooc: Can I get a picture of the supercomputer?