Nov 13, 2011 21:29
[Welp. It's that time of week again - there's already folks crawling out of the inkwell, but this one is a little different - the first thing that comes out is a small blue-and-red metallic object, something about the same size as the communicators... and for those watching on video feed, it's apparently the camera. There's a faint, tinny voice in the background of the video, but silent in person..]
Aile, get up! I doubt a giant fountain of... geez, it took me a minute, it looked like oil at first.. but it's ink! It's probably not healthy to take a nap in anyway...
[A moment later, a hand comes out of the inkwell, a girl grabbing the side and pulling herself out, coughing heavily as she gets that nasty crap out of her system.]
...Ink? What in the heck?
[She pauses, considering.] ...Great. Is this what it's like for Model W to start messing with your brain? No wonder they all went crazy...
No, I don't think this is Model W, Aile! I mean, I don't feel it's presence any more... what's weird is that I don't feel the presence of any biometals except for Model H...
Well, at least that means one of them's nearby. I kind of wish they'd all stayed in the wreckage of the Ouroboros, but I guess that's too much to ask...