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trash bin PART TWO
| the pygmalion. . . ???  OPENING PROGRAM . . . . . . . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED _PROGRAM REBOOT? >N >SCAN PROGRAM . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . _EMERGENCY LEVEL LOADING LOADING. . . LOADING. . . LOADING TEXTURE-NIGHT-SKY, TEXTURE-FULL-MOON, TEXTURE-DIRT-PATH, TEXTURE-CAMPFIRE LOADING SOUND-CRICKETS, SOUND-GRAVEL, SOUND-WIND, SOUND-FIRE-CRACKLING UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOAD SUCCESSFUL TRASH BIN It feels more like an electrical zap than dying. Dying might feel a little bit more like falling asleep, but this is harder, more painful. If you've ever been electrocuted, the feeling might seem familiar; the discovery you make when you open your eyes, too, is likely very familiar. It's the night sky. Stars twinkle, a fire cracks warmly. You sit up and observe the surrounding area, and it's like you've woken up in some sort of canyon. The fire burns brightly, the moon shines beautifully, the crickets sing, and it is ... peaceful. Mostly. You know you're dead. This must be, then, the after life? Or something like it, at least. The horizon stretches on forever, the dirt and gravel seemingly endless. The moon is so big and bright, it's like you could reach out and touch her. There's a shed not too far from the fire, only but a stone's throw away, as if someone else might have made it, and then went inside it. Approaching it, you can see the light glowing inside it through the dusty windows that are littered with fingerprints. A computer screen, so large and wide that it's baffling, sits, waiting. Turning knob reveals that the shed is unlocked, and stepping inside... it doesn't feel any different from the outside. A chair sits in the center of the room, a strange contraption strapped to the head of it. It looks like it would lower itself upon the head of whoever dares to sit on it, and wires from it's bottom curl up towards the machines attached to the screen. Several smaller desktop screens sit beneath the giant monitor. They, too, are hooked up to the machines scattered around the room, to the ominous one perched on top of the medical chair, and they blink, as if fighting to stay alive without use. Pressing the giant monitor on, it lights up, and displays, strangely enough... a security camera feed. You push the button. It switches to another room. Again, another room. Again, another room. So on and forth. You peeping tom! But no one can blame you, in the end. You might as well digitally haunt the rest of the ship until the game ends, and AL-2955 can clean out the trash bin. ...Right? rule book taken characters information cards |
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With all due respect, Your Highness, I believe this is a matter best kept to your ears only. If you'll excuse this mere commoner for speaking out of turn while in the presence of such esteemed royalty, there are yet people who need you.
[ Aaaaand that attempt at channeling that genial aura? Total failure, but at least he's not shouting or outright throwing curses at them. ]
addie feel free to thread hop for a reaction
Her fingers tense as she looks off to the shrubbery a few yards away - as if trying desperately to open it subtly, her tear rips open and instead shows a calming riverbank. It flickers to life, no doubtedly still powerful compared to what she had in Cradle. ]
It's a matter only fitting for you, I'm afraid.
[ Glance to Arumat and Bull as if be ready ]
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Whatever you have to speak with me about, you can at least tell the three of us. There's nothing I should know that Meryl and Rhys shouldn't.
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{ Arumat sighs...then he looks over at Bull before Adelina and her friends. They don't have anymore time to dawdle here. At least not with Adelina's friends around her -- it would make it impossible if this proceeded as is any longer. Once Elizabeth's rift has fully been created, he's decided that now is the time to act.
Then he steps closer, acting like he was weirded out by the appearance of the tear as well. }
Familiar faces are always something you'd wish to have around you.
{ The next moment he's springing into action into an instant, quick dash and making an attempt to pull Adelina away from her friends-- the target, her right hand. If successful, Arumat would use his strength to at least force her grip away from Rhys first.
He's counting on Bull to follow up, regardless of how this goes, of course. }
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We'll fill them in soon.
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Let her go!
[a mage and a knight join the fray. sorry everyone!!]
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[ THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIMPLE KIDNAPPING -- why are we kidnapping the princess?
When in doubt, let the unarmed guy step in front of everyone and let loose the chords of hollering, even if it means he's about to be skewered by Adelina's sister. It's virtual reality, right? ... Right? Pray this means he won't be skewered a second time by another princess. ]
Stop! Are you even LISTENING, or are you far too prideful a noble to consider those who really need you?! While you're dawdling around in some farce, we're losing what survivors we do have! They don't have a lot of time left!
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he's absolutely going to be punched in the face, though. sorry macchiato 2k16. at least it stops her pursuit for a moment, but she doesn't seem too keen to listen to what he has to say.]
Let my sister go!
[meanwhile, it looks like rhys is about to cast another spell, and addie is far from peaceful about this - she's struggling against both bull and arumat, though she has little chance at escaping from their grip without a weapon.]
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Luckily for them, they're on a riverbank now - making it very difficult to escape. ]
Machias - don't bring nobility into this! [ She looks to everyone though - ] Thank you, but please keep her subdued... she - she can't help it.
[ However, her hand raises up, like she's trying to show a peace offering. ]
Adelina, listen to me - we're not trying to harm you. We need your help, truly! There's a matter we need you to concern yourself with...
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...They're gone. They left. Where are they? Bring - bring them back.
[any ideal world, any version of her personal paradise - it's not that it can't be complete, no, it can't exist without them being there constantly. it's an impossibility. she feels as if her breath has been taken from her.]
... somehow i didn't notice stuff so don't mind a tag out of order?
{ That was so irritating to deal with, he's not going to lie, but he did sign up for this. }
We needed to speak to you about something and they would have been in the way. Where you were before and are now, isn't where you think it is, for one thing.
{ ...He hopes someone else says something too, because he doesn't know how else to start this? }