unstill_life | (no subject)

[sure does]

—Hey everyone, come here!

[ you can't quite tell but...

it looks like there's something strange, beneath the discarded metal. A glimpse of your team colour, buried. If you just move aside that roll of wire netting, you can pull it out to see what it is ]

...............what is it.

... I don't know, but it's our color, isn't it? I'm not seeing things, am I?

Maybe it's safer if I pretend that you're seeing things...

I'm not sure this is a good idea...

[ little blue glow seems a little brighter, at the talk of it being imagined, like it's reacting to the words. ]

[BUT IT'S GLOWING BRIGHTER SWIFTTT]

Why do you think it would be a bad idea?

[I SEE THAT AND THAT ONLY MAKES IT FISHIER]

Because we don't know what it is and it could be a trap.

I think we should at least take a closer look...maybe...

[UNSURE THOUGH]

. . . . [ it looks kind of cute though ]

Uhm.. Maybe we don't have to touch it, but. . . a stick?

[did it really just start glowing brighter]

...That's too fishy. I don't think we should touch it.

In Aincrad, treasure chests would sometimes be used as bait to lure people into dangerous rooms. And...

[:x]

[ but irissss

you can almost see what's glowing. just move assside the netttt

'^' or it can just. glow. waiting. ]

... I can transform if you think it'll be something dangerous.

... Can you, please? Just in case.

[...nnnods, pulling out her module.]

Let's play, Precure Modulation!

[sparkles lights etc. MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION.]

... This may be a little overboard, but I'm ready.

[idk it's probably something kinda cute guys]

Edited 2013-04-25 07:41 (UTC)

[no your transformation is cute]

Thank you... I hope we're exaggerating. Either way, we probably shouldn't leave that thing there for other teams to find, in case it's something important.

Can you move the wire net aside without touching anything, Ferril?

Spill out, Spirit of Love! Love Guitar Rod!

[a glowing ball of something appears over her heart, and as she extends her arms outward, a guitar forms]

Beat Sonic!

[a-and then there's a glowing purple musical note that appears when she strums the guitar, which then flips itself around to become and arrow, and it slams down into the pile. hopefully it's enough to get whatever it is free?]

[ TALK ABOUT OVERKILL, all you needed to do was move some netting aside. but yes smashing shit into the pile dislodges the netting so you can see . . .

it appears to be . . . some kind of statue? An angel, constructed of stone with a metal face, though it's far too light to possibly be such heavy materials all the way through. the wings have. . . are they wires? trailing from them. the mouth of the metal face is like a dummy's, with crevices to let the mouth move up and down, and... crevices on the sides of the face as well. one single eye is glowing, an iris blue.

now that you've slammed that guitar-arrow into the pile, the glow is dimming ]

Edited 2013-04-25 14:48 (UTC)

[ ferril you are the cutest magical girl ]

[ . . . peeking at the angel, taking a step closer. . . ]

[also peering at the statue after all that]

What...

[Look narration my teammates wanted overkill okay, how am I supposed to deny them overkill!!]

[... peering over at it though]

I've never seen anything like that before.

[we got to see a magical girl attack, I regret nothing]

H-Hey, doesn't it look like it could... talk if it wanted?

. . . Maybe it's, uhm. . . a nutcracker?

I guess, but why is it glowing our color?

It's definitely not a nutcracker.

Are you sure...? Nutcrackers can look different, can't they?

Yeah, aren't they usually made of like...gold or something?

. . . I thought they were made of wood. . .

[ >8|a ]

Nutcrackers are way smaller than that!

[...

prods it with the top of her magical girl guitar while you guys argue about this stuff...]

Edited 2013-04-26 04:18 (UTC)

[ at the interaction, the mouth falls open and it speaks, in a dessicated voice ]

message for iris

[ . . . stops ]

[ did anyone hear that or was that just me ]

A message for . . . us?

[oh my god this is a small squeaky noise NO I HEARD IT TOO]

N-No way...!

See?! Not a nutcracker!

[READYING HIS SWORD]

What kind of message do you think it has?

[ stepping forward, because it is easier to use her eyes when she can see the thing better ]

. . . . I don't have a clue. . .

[ in the same ancient, dry voice ]

message . . . accept?

[looking at everyone first to make sure no one's against this. admittedly not very carefully though]

...W-We accept.

Edited 2013-04-26 07:50 (UTC)

[nods nods, I'm curious ok]

[ at the acceptance of the message, those formerly tangled, stuck wires suddenly are unstuck, live. and-- wires? No. They're too thick, red and blue tubing with some thick unknown liquid inside. They're living, pulsating, with needle-like connections at the ends.

it happens too fast to dodge, piercing through flesh and driving into your veins—

CONNECTION ESTABLISHED: MESSAGE, TRANSMITTING ]

[ there's a moment of repulsion, attempting to recoil away before-- ]

[ there's shadows in your blood, stores of knowledge and stores of power. your power. your knowledge. it all comes back to you in a rush: the f̶̭̻͈̺̙̺̗̃ͧͣ͘z̸̍̉̽͗̃̇̚͏̤͎̙z̸̗̙̮̬̅̓ͨ̓t͕͔̲͍̭͂͑̏̊ͅͅ ̢͖̳̺͍̬̬̹̜̹͊́͞f̧͕̹̏̒͝z̜̯̪̹̆ͣ͋ͤ͗̀͘z̟ͥ̆ͬ͛̑ͫ́̈́͘͢t̷̛̖̞͑̇̈̏̆ͧ

this dump is being put up as some garbage monument to rebirth, to rebuilding the world. you always thought it was a load of bunk, but here before you, you've been proved true. it's a wreck, and there goes your ticket to the new world.

If you were the kind to give up that easily. The end? This is just the start. The network's avatar, that little girl, putting stock in her pulling this motley crew together would have been laughable. No, you're the kind of merciless motivator this dump needs. You'll pull out the sneaks and layabouts, the saboteurs, give them a real good reason to pull their own weight around here.

If there's no law around here, good. Just the way Iris likes it, to get your jobs done ]

[ --the revulsion is gone, and pulling out the lotus hook-up connectors is a natural movement, like hanging up after a phone call. ah, how could you have forgotten. ]

[oh.

that was.]

. . . Oh.

[that sure was something]

We have things to do. Should we really stay here?

Edited 2013-04-26 08:20 (UTC)

[ she'd been previously bent over—flinching when the cable pierced her veins—

but now she stands upright, shoulders squared, and only tilts her head in a nod. ]

Yes. Let's get a move on. . . the faster, the better.

[she's already turning and heading back]

No use in wasting time. Let's take a look at what needs to be dealt with.

Edited 2013-04-26 14:38 (UTC)

[following following]

Finally.