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Who: Iris
When: Day ???, ???
Where: The Scrap Heap
What: :)

[ you could have sworn you saw something glow iris blue from here. Doesn't that seem worth checking out? ]

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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.

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