[They should be used to Ivan's antics by now, but instead of the usual grandeur, today it was just plain old Ivan, clearly frustrated with his fuzzy TV reception and flickering lights
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But she liked Liquid. As much as an AI pod could like someone. And she'd said she'd look out for him.
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Mission failed? These odds were not good. Two "dead", and two exiled. That meant they had a very small change that one of the two exiled, or both, was a wolf. The alternative would mean that the enemies were in the majority. Minority or majority? Exiled, or remaining?
This time she hovered a short distance above the rest, not too far. Just watching. And listening. There had to be an answer. A hint. Something in the way they spoke or acted. Humans were weak like that. She already had some suspicions, but nothing concrete.]
La, la la, la la la, la la laaa... la, la la, la la, la la laaaa...
[Volgin gave the robot a look... at wherever he ... approximated its face. Not that that even that was clear.]
Don't give me a reason to, and we'll be splendid.
[That chain gun was something more threatening than a mere pea-shooter pistol, he knew that much.
And so, came the electric bull in the technological china shop: Volgin, electricity as tightly held inside as he could manage, surveyed the very small hatch beneath the offered pod. He had made out liquor in there, the other day, and confinement had eroded any finickiness he may have developed from the lull of modernity; he was going to have it. He opened the hatch, and poked his large head in.
And found his large shoulders unable to really follow with it.]
Hnng.
[A little adjusting and he could probably... force himself into the cramped, tiny space and that stash of provisions. He wasn't planning to live in there. With that, he quietly damned his size, something often thought but seldom heard, and tried to squeeze himself in again, using a very awkward edging of one limb in
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[And Volgin felt many eyes on his posterior.
This was a bad idea, and it was going to take a good, public beating or twenty to ... fix whatever he might have projected now. Maybe getting out was in order.
If he could.
... He was a little stuck.]
What are you maggots staring at? I found alcohol!
[As the Red Army deflected the Nazi menace to a great, staggering cost, for a brief moment Volgin wondered if it was in his blood to do the same.
Meanwhile, the sake bottle stared at him, quite out of his reach.]
[Volgin had heard of mechanical sexual assistance, but this was not what he had in mind, sexually deviant as he was.
He forced himself to keep his eye on the prize.
As his body wouldn't budge. The arm he managed inside with him still feebly grasped at air. Maybe he could coax the machine to roll it over to him, calling with a faux affection:]
Dear, could you tilt your pod a little to the left?
[As Volgin, still ripe red with embarrassment, did not stop to consider exactly whose left that could have meant.]
[The tiny robots fly up, over, and focus in on the gigantic butt sticking out. Yes, Volgin. That is something pinching your butt in order to latch onto it. And trying to tug you out.
And if that failed, she could always do what he said. She wouldn't mind getting him further inside...]
[No! Volgin was not going to endure this nonsense and share. His resolve was renewed again, as he sucked in his chest as hard as he could manage, against the pinching sensation and pulling. He did not like it, and he had enough of things having free reign over touching his ass.
His remaining hand groped for purchase inside of the pod, settling for a wall, and he forced himself again, his forehead beading sweat.
Pop.
The rest of his body came behind him and the offending Soviet ass disappeared into the tiny, tiny confines of the AI pod, with kidnapper claws attached to it. Volgin struggled in the claustrophobic space to unlatch them.
There was placing a mouse in a soda can and having it struggle, and then there was a rat shoving itself in there and doing the same.]
Oh my. Oh my. That was... a lot more of an intrusion than she was used to. All the way. He got in all the way, with that size... and he didn't break her. And the way he was moving around- Ah~!
She ordered the kidnappers back silently, watching as they released their target and slid out of the AI pod before returning into her.]
Liquid was?
But she liked Liquid. As much as an AI pod could like someone. And she'd said she'd look out for him.
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Mission failed?
These odds were not good. Two "dead", and two exiled. That meant they had a very small change that one of the two exiled, or both, was a wolf. The alternative would mean that the enemies were in the majority. Minority or majority? Exiled, or remaining?
This time she hovered a short distance above the rest, not too far. Just watching. And listening. There had to be an answer. A hint. Something in the way they spoke or acted. Humans were weak like that. She already had some suspicions, but nothing concrete.]
La, la la, la la la, la la laaa... la, la la, la la, la la laaaa...
[It was a good thing she could not feel guilt.]
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[His voice was a growl, not fond of the remaining company either. His eye followed the machine, tracing around its shape when he could.
Not only was it a talking gun, but a singing gun.]
Open up. I'm taking up on the provisions offer.
[Yeah, he was going to try to fit in the hatch.]
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[Now the question was whether he was going to cause damage to her systems.]
Please refrain from causing any unnecessary electrical damage.
[Lowering herself to the ground, she set the AI pod as long as it could go without being detached.]
I am unsure as to whether you will fit within.
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Don't give me a reason to, and we'll be splendid.
[That chain gun was something more threatening than a mere pea-shooter pistol, he knew that much.
And so, came the electric bull in the technological china shop: Volgin, electricity as tightly held inside as he could manage, surveyed the very small hatch beneath the offered pod. He had made out liquor in there, the other day, and confinement had eroded any finickiness he may have developed from the lull of modernity; he was going to have it. He opened the hatch, and poked his large head in.
And found his large shoulders unable to really follow with it.]
Hnng.
[A little adjusting and he could probably... force himself into the cramped, tiny space and that stash of provisions. He wasn't planning to live in there. With that, he quietly damned his size, something often thought but seldom heard, and tried to squeeze himself in again, using a very awkward edging of one limb in ( ... )
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Do you need me to call for assistance?
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[Ohgodwhy.]
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This was a bad idea, and it was going to take a good, public beating or twenty to ... fix whatever he might have projected now. Maybe getting out was in order.
If he could.
... He was a little stuck.]
What are you maggots staring at? I found alcohol!
[As the Red Army deflected the Nazi menace to a great, staggering cost, for a brief moment Volgin wondered if it was in his blood to do the same.
Meanwhile, the sake bottle stared at him, quite out of his reach.]
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Stop fooling around and get back to the game--also, you look ridiculous!
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[Yes, that was the robot's attempt at a seductive tone. It... did not work out.]
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/Ivan, I want to hear nothing from yo-/ Hng?!
[Volgin had heard of mechanical sexual assistance, but this was not what he had in mind, sexually deviant as he was.
He forced himself to keep his eye on the prize.
As his body wouldn't budge. The arm he managed inside with him still feebly grasped at air. Maybe he could coax the machine to roll it over to him, calling with a faux affection:]
Dear, could you tilt your pod a little to the left?
[As Volgin, still ripe red with embarrassment, did not stop to consider exactly whose left that could have meant.]
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Firing Kidnappers.
[The tiny robots fly up, over, and focus in on the gigantic butt sticking out. Yes, Volgin. That is something pinching your butt in order to latch onto it. And trying to tug you out.
And if that failed, she could always do what he said. She wouldn't mind getting him further inside...]
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His remaining hand groped for purchase inside of the pod, settling for a wall, and he forced himself again, his forehead beading sweat.
Pop.
The rest of his body came behind him and the offending Soviet ass disappeared into the tiny, tiny confines of the AI pod, with kidnapper claws attached to it. Volgin struggled in the claustrophobic space to unlatch them.
There was placing a mouse in a soda can and having it struggle, and then there was a rat shoving itself in there and doing the same.]
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[Oooooh my...
Oh my. Oh my. That was... a lot more of an intrusion than she was used to. All the way. He got in all the way, with that size... and he didn't break her. And the way he was moving around- Ah~!
She ordered the kidnappers back silently, watching as they released their target and slid out of the AI pod before returning into her.]
I... could get used to this... ♡
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