{Animus}

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[There's the usual static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. After a moment, a low flute tone starts up, continuing as a background melody throughout. For anyone who hears it, it would sound vaguely familiar, from their home world- though played inexpertly, as if they couldn't entirely remember how it was supposed to go.]


too soon, too early

not quickly enough

calm down, take a breath we're still setting up
we'll take it apart
you always do

we can carry it ourselves
is it really necessary

^finally, that's better
wait what's going on

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[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

not even in death
you're bouncy

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

but that's fair to us

or at least entertaining

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we're sorry

we were busy

technically we still are

but there will be surprises!

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

what do you want to see there
you'll only see the things you don't want to

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

I want to know what they're capable of too

[genkireaper]

Problem is too many legs. Insects only have six. Centipedes are really creepy like that.

[Glasses, huh?]

Setting up some games, or a party?

[hardcorecute.livejournal.com]

Oooh! I love surprises! [She smiles so happily.]

I bet it will be really special and exciting! I can't wait!

[sgtmajorjerk.livejournal.com]

[For quite possibly the first time in his entire life, Kururu doesn't have a comeback for that, Animus XD]

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[She snorts softly.] Now that's a relief. [She pauses, paling a little although it's not that visible given her normal skin color.] ...How it goes?

[flameandpassion]

[Destruction is present, but not Rebirth.]

... I can't see the signs, either.

Are you stuck here just like the rest of us? Who did this? Why is this place here?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

after all, you looked for our things

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

[The voice is hollow. Abruptly it cuts off. A recording of a violin plays- fragmented, stuttering, melancholic. Eventually that cuts off too, with a click-hum.]

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Sorry? [Congratulations. You just lost her here.] You're not talking about the mark anymore, are you?

[flameandpassion]

[Her heart lodges in her throat. She had said the same thing to Tyki Mikk, months ago, when they were wandering by the lake together. The stars are wrong. The sky isn't right. And she opens her mouth to answer, but the music causes her to stop.

Before a different voice -- ?

Somehow, that unsettles her.]

The scientists aren't here anymore. I don't know where they are. I can't talk to them like I can talk to you, because they aren't in the Inner City anymore -- we couldn't even find them in the tunnels.

What happened to the one who controls fire?

[checkmychainyo.livejournal.com]

How would you view it?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we tried flooding them out
but it didn't work

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

possibly

when you're full of thoughts

it's hard to herd them

[flameandpassion]

[Holy. Shit.]

Are the scientists the ones that trapped you here?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

couldn't control it

even accidents have consequences

[flameandpassion]

[She stares.]

So you were pulled here just like the rest of us, because of the experiment?

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Having a party there, are you?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

parts

more fragments combine on occasion
we don't know what the rest is

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we haven't got all the bugs worked out
they keep crawling around