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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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Then let him come!
{ Arumat knows they can't break anything in here-- didn't Machias mess around with stuff in a rage before? }
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You're a lot of fun when you're angry, Arumat~.
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If I had the chance, instead of beating inanimate objects, it'd involve beating two certain bastards right in the face.
{ ... And he's not just talking about the alien now, welp. }
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{ At some point they've been probably making a mockery of him. If that apology was a farce, he wouldn't have been surprised. }
... Do you have someone you'd wish to invite Wrath upon?
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[ He grins in that creepy, inhumanely wide way.]
No, I'm not really the type of person to get that angry. I would like to hurt a few-a lot of people though~.
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Tch. I could. But it wouldn't surprise me the likely result of that match-- they've already shown themselves to be cowardly enough to think striking from behind the only option to approach a confrontation.
{ Arumat hasn't been gracious enough to refer to them by name when he came here. }
Did you have a few people in mind here, or elsewhere?
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They both think they're so strong, but if they were they would have fought you face on like you said~. It would still be fun beating them though, right?
[ The question makes him pause and think a moment.]
Both! If I had to pick one person from here and home, it would be Adam and Nine. They both deserve it, but at least Nine would put up a fight. I might kill Adam by accident!
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Arumat almost wants to laugh. If he were a good man, his crew would still be alive-- and honestly he still thinks those words were full of bullshit in the first place. }
If course they think they are. Yet, I wouldn't enjoy it if they didn't put up a fight. But if they did, then yes.
{ Arumat likes Adam though, so. }
...What did Adam do to you to piss you off or deserve it in the first place? I wasn't aware you loathed him so much.
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[ He tilts his head.]
Mmmn, well he ignored me for one. He could have confronted me like everyone else did, but he'd rather just keep running away. And when someone's like that, I can't resist chasing them you know? [ Truthfully Kazuma didn't even really understand it well himself, it was just an instinctual thing. Like a cat chasing a mouse.]
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{ EITHER WAY ... Arumat doesn't know if a fight will break out between them if somehow he ends up meeting them face to face again (well he already met bull again so) or rather Dorian-- probably not. Although, he needs to get the last of his salt out anyway, because while he loathes Bull, he's more unsure about Dorian even if he's still pissed at him.
It's a shitty feeling, and he thinks over Kazuma's words about Dorian again. Maybe he should move this along, he's sick of this thing being at the forefront of his mind. }
...As for that, Adam's not the only one who tried to ignore you. Or, were you angry because you cared if he ignored you than compared to some others--and that's why you're chasing after him? You were once close to him, correct?
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