((Slow replies, i had a muse spike for blackstar lmfao ))

My name is Sonata-0089. I am a creation of Doctor Eclipse, from the year 2025. . . I seem to have completely jumped the temporal flow and ended up here. I mean no harm, I guarantee I'm far more confused than you are right now.

[She states, staring down the bigger 'bot.]

(( man when i can draw her battle mode,,, i will. you guys are gonna be blown away by how hard i cooked /silly ))

(( ofc, same goes to you!

++ her assistant form. While she's facing the source of the scraping, she keeps her eyes peeled for any surprise attacks.]

Who goes there?

[Her voice is still monotone, but it is a mask to hide her confusion and anxiety that burn below the surface.]

[Sights. Sounds. Both were being scanned quickly and assessed. While there were questions left in the air, she had at least some answers. She stands back up, dusting off her body, and quickly shifting her body into her Battle Mode. The form is less humanoid, and much more dangerous than ++

(( I might try later when the pain goes away! I wanted to do some expression work for the rare times she DOES emote normally. the reason she doesn't is kinda weird but it's entire possible lol

++ harm the Doctor or any of her research. I find it hard to believe you'd waltz in here with that kind of intent when you're lacking a limb.

[She won't ask why he refuses help. Nor will she force him to accept it. However, if not here to destroy or steal, why was he crossing the front lawn?]

I argue that you're in no condition to face the four of us all at once, but-- I suppose you have your reasons to believe that we'd be no threat to someone like you.

[A beat.]

I know we are strangers. I understand that. But, we're all quite nice to people NOT trying to break into the lab and ++

((Understood. good luck drawing. i gotta draw more sonata but ough, bad elbow time ))

(( I'm sorry if my starters suck / don't make sense, im flying by the seat of my goddamn pants rn ))

++ arm. Eugh.]

but it was I who stopped them. Please, allow me or the good Doctor to help. It would behoove your continued existence.

[She did speak like a machine, a very eloquent one. But on the inside, behind her strangely shining eyes, was the feeling of dread she got just seeing the socket of this one's ++

Lying is unbecoming, stranger. We extend an olive branch you may never get to grasp again.

[The eerily calm 'bot responds.]

If I'm to be completely honest with you, my siblings were seconds away from obliterating you where you stand, ++

++ Hurtling through time felt like when astronauts train for space travel. And when she lands, she's quickly met with a grim reality. This place was devoid of organic life. . .]

++ the activation sound, a warning that it was about to set off, and since the machine is a work in progress, who knows the price would be for Minuet's actions could be? Sonata pushes her sister out of the way of the blast that hurtles from the machine's core, and within a blink, Sonata is gone. ++

++ instructed to stay away from it. But that never stopped the third sister, Minuet in other situations, so why would she stop now? She and Sonata were cleaning the lab, and of course, she must have bumped a button on the usually cloaked device while uncovered for cleaning. Sonata of course hears ++

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[Dr. Eclipse was a strange woman. She had so many projects, of which she worked on diligently until they were completed, but one she consistently gave up on even after repeated breaks, is the temporal-travelling device. The four sisters were always ++

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++ Your form is looking battered. Do you need repairs?

[She offers the stranger a head tilt, and those words.]

++ of the lab, and down towards the stranger.] Pardon me, excuse me. . .

[Her voice is monotone, very different than her sisters', which garner much more vibrant personality. She approaches the general, in her assistant form, which has very little in regards to weaponry.]

Do you need help? ++

++ say, calm and composed, and of course, her sisters roll their eyes and let their youngest sibling decide the fate of the stranger. Sonata was a strange one. The only one out of the four creations that had some form of empathy and emotional detection. She descends down the outer wall ++

[CLOSED RP FOR @wisegeneral.bsky.social ]

[There's a beat of silence, as her eyes land on a very damaged general wandering along the outskirts of Dr. Eclipse's lab. As Aria, Bolero, and Min took aim, Sonata stops them.]

He doesn't seem to be in any condition to invade, [She'd ++

(( Okay, FINE. I'll do as many as I can, but mutuals only.))

Dragon Family Tree Flowchart. Source unknown.

++ element. aria is ice, bolero is earth, min is thunder, and sonata is fire.

using this image, ill will one day design all four dragon battle-forms, but for now these are the possibilities.

that's as much lore as i have rn, i'll make an actual lore doc when i can <3 ))

++ unobtainable within flesh and blood, organics are flawed naturally. she finds that to be fascinating, and lowkey is kind of envious of the idea of being able to be yourself without any sort of standards to stay meeting.

each sisters' battle mode is based on a type of dragon in mythology + an ++

++ dr eclipse, fully wheelchair bound, made these four with the intent to help her around the lab, but also gave each of the sisters a special transformation state they can enter, known as a battle mode. they protect the lab and the surrounding area. Sonata strives for perfection, something ++

++ but on the inside she is completely a mess. she holds a lot of pressure on her shoulders to be as good as her sisters. she's the youngest, despite being bigger/taller than min. after all, each one is a pillar of dr. eclipses' success and effort. any cracks or crumbles will not be tolerated ++

(( fuck it. lore dump.

sonata has three sisters: bolero, aria, and minuet (min for short) here are the vibes of bolero, aria, and min.

aria: prim proper girly girl
bolero: big bulky and butch
min: short firecracker-personality tomboy

sonata is always eerily calm and composed. ++