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srwug_alpha_rp2012-11-19 05:14 am
themomentoftherose) wrote in srwug_alpha_rp2012-11-19 05:14 am
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[backdated a few days]
[1A]
Turning and turning in the widening gyre, Dr Zero's Stalker birds hear her. Their eyes were sharp in life, and in stalkerhood are even sharper, with little HUDs over their vision. They wing over the snow with slow flaps and the whirring of their machinery, looking over the desolation for the tread of the metal giants, human boots or snowshoes. Looking for Cynthia Lane, who she'd never have guessed would be a kidnapped maiden. But victimhood was never a personality flaw, she begins to realize.
[1B]
Back on the Chalice, she's in the hangar wearing a helmet which covers her head. Thick cords extend back into Shortening Of The Way. She moves her hands and whispers almost inaudible things, like some sybill in a holy trance.
[2]
Eventually she gives up too and tells the birds to return home, removes the helm. Her green hair is plastered to her head with its weight and her sweat. It's exhausting inhabiting the manic, snacksies oriented brain of a bird for any length of time. And they're moving west now, away from the boondocks of Siberia.
[3]
She goes to the kitchen to fix herself something that will pick her up. It's three twenty one, AM.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre, Dr Zero's Stalker birds hear her. Their eyes were sharp in life, and in stalkerhood are even sharper, with little HUDs over their vision. They wing over the snow with slow flaps and the whirring of their machinery, looking over the desolation for the tread of the metal giants, human boots or snowshoes. Looking for Cynthia Lane, who she'd never have guessed would be a kidnapped maiden. But victimhood was never a personality flaw, she begins to realize.
[1B]
Back on the Chalice, she's in the hangar wearing a helmet which covers her head. Thick cords extend back into Shortening Of The Way. She moves her hands and whispers almost inaudible things, like some sybill in a holy trance.
[2]
Eventually she gives up too and tells the birds to return home, removes the helm. Her green hair is plastered to her head with its weight and her sweat. It's exhausting inhabiting the manic, snacksies oriented brain of a bird for any length of time. And they're moving west now, away from the boondocks of Siberia.
[3]
She goes to the kitchen to fix herself something that will pick her up. It's three twenty one, AM.
3
Thus, Roger sat in the half-lit kitchen, sipping on his mug of coffee, in his black bathrobe, with deep dark circles under his eyes. He yawned loudly.
Re: 3
Re: 3
Truth me told, he was not really sure what doctor Oenone really did, aside from watch cities that moved around.
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She approached his table and sipped her hot tea.
"May I sit here?"
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"Who is this girl? Is she one of ours?" he asked. If so, then he had a car they could use to search manually...
...Siberian Railroad? what on earth was that?
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"Cynthia Lane, about sixteen years old. Unfortunately it looks like they've gotten away clean...Kensuke's very upset."
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He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. He needed a shave. "How long ago? And what is this Railroad thing?" The Chalice had, in his humble opinion, too damn many enemy factions targeting it. Seriously, the place was like a magnet for being targeted for stuff like this or the end-of-the-world schemes, or mass murders, or plenty of other things.
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She looked a little concerned at him. "Are you alright, Mister Smith?"
1B
What is this? I won't be surprised if you'll start rotating your head and yelling obscenities about my mother at this point.
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"Why would you think i'd do that, Werter?"
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Nevermind. What exactly are you doing? Is this how the Stalkers are controlled?
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She nods. "They can take voice commands but this is much more efficient. Would you like to try?"
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Sure, let's give it a go. I already have some experience with direct neural interfaces thanks to Prometheus.
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[Werter tries to control the bird to the best of his ability - which is to say, he's nowhere near as good as Zero at it. At least he manages to keep it afloat in the air.]
Really distracting sensory input, too. I think I found the single creature that likes popcorn even more than me...
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The bird squawks at the new person giving him directions. He's not Nice Lady Gives Treats If You Ask Enough Zero!
"It's OK, little one. This is Werter and he's a friend." She says, standing on tiptoes to speak at the helmet. The necessary close proximity is a little embarrassing.
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[And that embarassment ain't helping.]
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Snacksies?!
Then the bird acquiesced fully to Werter controlling him, though not without adding to the embarrassment factor by letting Werter experience the sensation of letting loose some guano.
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Did you have any progress with scouting before I came in, anyway?