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Good morning, Keeliai.

[ Monet's seated, her clothes neatly pressed, colours deliberately chosen to contrast the comfortable seat in front of her console, one leg crossed over the other. She hasn't found any nail polish a-turtle yet, or she'd be wearing that as well. Her tone is pleasantly pitched, and even-keeled. ]

My name is Monet Saint-Croix, and I'm acquainted with several kedan who're willing to accept temporary assistance from Foreigners for tasks our gifts are more suited to handling [ i.e., with superpowers ]. This is an excellent opportunity to get more involved with the local community, and perhaps improve relations. [ a polite smile to punctuate ]

If you're interested in helping, kindly come to the office [ a location ping in the Metal Sector ] provide your name, the types of cases you're accustomed to handling, and where we can reach you if a suitable match turns up. Should you wish to be a part of the venture but under a [ her nose wrinkles, just barely: she can't believe she's about to say this ] superhero identity, that can be negotiated. Payment will be by commission, depending on how satisfactorily you complete your task.

If you have any questions you may direct them to this console. [ A short pause, for another smile. ] We look forward to working with you.

[ And with that, she turns off the feed. ]

[ooc: feel free to jump straight to action, she'll be at the office all day. ooc planning post is here, job list is here, and do fill out telepathy permissions if you have time, thank you.]

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Various species across Guardian Space.

Our most prominent foes to date would be the Red Lanterns under Atrocitous' rule, along with the Manhunters currently wreaking havoc upon many worlds.

[Flatly.] You're from outer space.

Wonderful.

[Aya was not usually so attuned to sarcasm, though even she gave pause at Monet's tone.]

Did I...say something wrong?

[For once, Monet's reaction was entirely instinctive, and she shakes her head.]

No, you're just - from outer space. [A beat.] Have you encountered anything like the enemy we're supposed to be fighting?

[Though she did not appear tense to begin with, Aya's posture seemed to...relax at Monet's response.]

I am not certain, as I do not have all necessary data on this enemy to accurately make an assessment.

I see.

[She brushes it off as though it was only a passing fancy, and she wasn't seeking an ally.]

Right, what can this Corps of yours do?

Our abilities are quite versatile, actually. To list them all would take quite some time.

However, the one that might be of most interest to you at this time would be the ability to use our Green Energy to create constructs.

[Something we're all familiar with: plot-related powers.]

What do these constructs do?

That would depend upon the construct.

I have seen them utilized for everything from offensive attacks, to the easing of manual labor.

And you just... make them?

Yes.

I have been told that the limits of such abilities are only the restrictions to one's ability to imagine and create new, original ideas. If it is something that I can access through my memory database, then I can create it for a finite duration of time.

[That is incredibly useful.]

You were born with this?

[That one takes a moment longer for her to answer.]

I do not know.

You don't know?

[Oops. She said something wrong, didn't she?]

My apologies.

You see...I have no memories of the circumstances surrounding my birth. I have been in possession of these abilities for the duration of time my database expands back to. However, I cannot truthfully attest to anything before then.

[She didn't; it's just an important detail to Monet whether someone's born with their powers or not. #mutantlife]

Oh. [She composes herself quickly.] I see.

[A beat.]

You're an AI?

[Considering Aya hadn't even known she was born until a short while after arriving in Keelai...the subject was still surprisingly sensitive to her. There was so much she didn't know, but never before had she realized "much" included details about herself.]

Yes. I am.

[Monet's completely unable to hide her utter fascination with this fact. She'll be annoyed about it later, that her telepathy will likely have no effect on Aya, but right now it's... well. A novelty.]

Are all of you AIs?

Assuming you are referring to the rest of the Green Lantern Corps...then, no. Just myself.

[That she knows of. ~~LANOS DOESN"T COUNT~~]

Then why not just make an entire army made up of more of you?

[Hey, the Marvel universe did Sentinels.]

[It was rare for Aya's face to fall back into its original mask of neutrality. All traces of emotion wiped from her gaze. Only when she felt one so strongly that she could not process quite how to convey it externally did she relapse back into that particular Look.]

I would prefer not to discuss that subject at this time.

[Her mind drifted back to the Manhunter she had conversed with in the cave. The one who insisted they were so alike. Kin. Aya had been ready to believe as much, until she witnessed how unwilling (incapable) of change or growth they were.]

[It hits her just how it's not possible for her to read Aya's mind to get the information. Damn it.]

[Monet's face and body language betray nothing.]

Fair enough.

[A beat.]

You're not in need of the money, are you?

I am not.

Currently, I am employed by both Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne. My lack of need for sleep allows me a significantly lengthier period of time in which I am capable of performing at maximum efficiency.

[In other words, graveyard shifts are no different than normal work hours for her.]

My offer to assist is simply that: an offer to assist.

[The corner of Monet's mouth quirks upwards, in a small smile.]

"Sleep is for the weak".

No, it is for most organic beings who require temporary periods of downtime to refuel and recharge their carbon-based systems.

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