{Animus}

[adstring_npc]

it's too dry you should've listened
we don't like it

we warned you

the weather forecast was wrong

someone tell me, whose is it?

Comments

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

not even a piece

[exarmatio]

Does "she" ever talk to us?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

occasionally

unless she's off that day

[exarmatio]

Is "she" there right now? May I speak with "her"?

[supermistfrog.livejournal.com]

So you aren't bringing us here.

...

Is "she" bringing us here?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

what could you say

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we'd be rather put out

[supermistfrog.livejournal.com]

[Darn, that limits the options.]

[..."I". singular.]

Who is this "I" that Fran is talking to now?

[exarmatio]

... I want to ask more about this place. About why you are here, why we're here. What has happened to the soldiers and the scientists that were here before.

[iceandivory.livejournal.com]

You are saying you don't know the answer?

[Experiments are tedious. Patience, patience.]

[hardcorecute.livejournal.com]

Yay! Thank you, elephants! That'll be fun!

[capuletguarddog]

[Have a very worried Tybalt threadjacking you]

Bubbles, no! No playing anything with the Animus. They might be dangerous.

[assassinskeeper.livejournal.com]

People eat plants and animals. Not rocks.

[hardcorecute.livejournal.com]

No? Oh...

[She still thinks the Animus are harmless, but she understands that the adults in Adstring don't seem to understand them very well. She nods at Tybalt's request.]

Okay, Tybalt! I won't play any games with them that might be dangerous.

[reckless-equine.livejournal.com]

...How does that even work?