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genessia2018-01-02 07:11 pm
guitar_hero) wrote in genessia2018-01-02 07:11 pm
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[he's standing in the somewhat cluttered now void. Though there's still limiteless black behind him. There is a sword on a stand at his right and he is in front of a panel full of switches and knobs and something that resembles a rusty old spatula mostly because it is a rusty old spatula.
There are also a series of electrodes attached to various places on his head and rigged to the console and also one on the sword.]
Good morning, boys and girls. Happy snow day.
Since it's about time to get things done, I'm conducting an experiment. This sword [he gestures at it] has been possessed by void spirits. I'm going to psychically communicate with them to figure out what exactly they want and perhaps even how to free them or even to free us. They tend to have rather detrimental effects to the psyche -- so I've heard, but not to worry. I've thought of that. [grins and taps one of the electrodes]
Keyed to detect any kind of psychic attack, these will deliver about fifty-thousand volts straight into my brain with enough force to sever the connection. Don't worry about me. I won't die.
[a pause]
But if I do, at least we'll get to see what happens when you die here.
[another pause]
Unless I regenerate in which case... spoilers. Hope I do a better job with the nose this time. Bit weird when it comes down to it.
[he takes a deep breath and lets it out]
Right.
[and he throws the rusty spatula so the machine hums to life and rests his fingertips against the naked blade. At first there is nothing-- though people with keen hearing might detect a high pitched whine that pitches higher and higher and there is the sound of breaking glass.
Then there is a hideous pop and he's thrown backwards out of frame as the console catches on fire, heat rippling through the room and other things boiling to flame too before the communicator falls and all is dark]
There are also a series of electrodes attached to various places on his head and rigged to the console and also one on the sword.]
Good morning, boys and girls. Happy snow day.
Since it's about time to get things done, I'm conducting an experiment. This sword [he gestures at it] has been possessed by void spirits. I'm going to psychically communicate with them to figure out what exactly they want and perhaps even how to free them or even to free us. They tend to have rather detrimental effects to the psyche -- so I've heard, but not to worry. I've thought of that. [grins and taps one of the electrodes]
Keyed to detect any kind of psychic attack, these will deliver about fifty-thousand volts straight into my brain with enough force to sever the connection. Don't worry about me. I won't die.
[a pause]
But if I do, at least we'll get to see what happens when you die here.
[another pause]
Unless I regenerate in which case... spoilers. Hope I do a better job with the nose this time. Bit weird when it comes down to it.
[he takes a deep breath and lets it out]
Right.
[and he throws the rusty spatula so the machine hums to life and rests his fingertips against the naked blade. At first there is nothing-- though people with keen hearing might detect a high pitched whine that pitches higher and higher and there is the sound of breaking glass.
Then there is a hideous pop and he's thrown backwards out of frame as the console catches on fire, heat rippling through the room and other things boiling to flame too before the communicator falls and all is dark]
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[There was some fondness in her scolding, and if there was a time for slapping, it would come later. But this time she pulled the electrode more firmly tugging it sharply until it came off in her hand.]
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Grateful. [meaning thank you but close enough]
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Thank me after I get you out of here. The fire department should be here any minute though.
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I got you, my love. It's going to be alright.
[There would be a time for slapping later. For right now, it was more important that he was safe and well enough to slap after.]
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