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Nov 26, 2011 20:34

2y2tem error.
2y2tem iinterface damaged.
IIniitiiate dii2a2ter protocol2.
IIniitiiate fail2afe2.
IInput overriide?

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[not here fuck all of you] 1/...idk aim_exorable November 27 2011, 02:36:06 UTC

[That's it. This place is his own personal heaven, filled with destructive angels and he should just die right now.]

[First the Dolorosa. Then, the Sufferer. Now this psionic?]

[...What if she arrives? What then?]

[...He doesn't like to think about it.]

[In fact, he isn't going to think about it! This isn't his problem. He has no obligation to this troll. None whatsoever. He's just going to put the SFC down and go back to obsessively working on something, anything, and-]

[SO NOT HERE GOSH] 2/??5?? aim_exorable November 27 2011, 02:40:40 UTC

[And....]

[He had known the fate which befall almost every high level psionic, particularly rebels. Had even been morbidly fascinated with the idea, once.]

[...]

[She would be heartbroken to see the state of one of her treasured companions, and after seeing her matesprit die-]

[NOT HERE] 3/5 aim_exorable November 27 2011, 02:41:11 UTC

[...]

[......]

[..........]

[NOT HERE NOT HERE NOT HERE NOT] 4/5 aim_exorable November 27 2011, 02:42:26 UTC

[FUCK HIS LIFE FUCK HIS LIFE FUCK HIS LIFE FUCK HIS LIFE]

[text] /end aim_exorable November 27 2011, 02:50:49 UTC

D --> User
D --> Executioner Darkleer
D --> Helmsman, you are currently on an alien planet and out of contact with the Alternian fleet
D --> You are to report to the highest ranking adult troll immediately for instructions
D --> That role currently falls to me until circumstances change
D --> Do you understand, Helmsman?

[The chances of this working are slim to none... But it's clear that, right now, none of the other 'kinder' methods are working.]

psiinusoiidal November 27 2011, 02:54:21 UTC

[ Oh. Oh no, no, no, no, no. ]

Under2tood.
Acce22 granted, Executiioner Darkleer.
Glory two the Empiire.
Reque2tiing order2.

aim_exorable November 27 2011, 03:00:53 UTC

[...Wait, that actually worked?]

[...Well. Good]

D --> Status report on your physical conditions.
D --> Are you injured?

psiinusoiidal November 27 2011, 03:11:03 UTC

2y2tem damage con2ii2tent wiith removal from biiowiire cocoon.
2y2tem ii2 approxiimately 10% functiional.
2y2tem requiire2 further evaluatiion.

aim_exorable November 27 2011, 03:18:41 UTC

[Biowiring... That could be tricky. Aggravating. If the others try to mess around with that, they could cause more damage than help.]

D --> Understood.
D --> Describe the area you are in over a private feed, Helmsman.
D --> Your communication device has a video function.
D --> You may use that if you wish.

[filter] psiinusoiidal November 27 2011, 03:58:24 UTC

Under2tood.
Utiiliiziing viideo functiion.

[ And it clicks over to video, briefly. Shaky, unclear, but he's within sight of the plaza area, though he clearly managed to abscond to be out of the way.

Could he have provided a better response? Absolutely, but a guy's got to get his defiance in where he can. ]

[filter] aim_exorable November 27 2011, 04:04:09 UTC

[Fortunately, Darkleer doesn't particularly care about that outside of if that small bit of defiance puts the psionic in worst condition. ]

D --> I will be there shortly.

[That's all he says before he quietly absconds from the hive he shares with the two younger trolls and makes his way to the plaza... Well, not as quickly as possible.]

[In fact, he almost turns right back around at least several times because this is stupid, what is he doing. But he does arrive as soon as he can, already carefully searching for the Helmsman. If he's judging the angle of the camera right, then...]

[action] psiinusoiidal November 27 2011, 05:43:13 UTC

[ Tucked out of the way, the Helmsman waits. He's pulled in on himself, an emaciated mess. There are still indications of those alarming tyrian wires dangling here and there.

He's just so tired, it's obvious in how faint the glow of his eyes was. Eyes that are presently fixated on his SFC as he tries to make sense of the jumble of data. The fact that he's fairly sure none of this is happening to begin with only makes it more alarming.

So why did he have to listen to orders if they were all figments of his mind?

Why any of this, really? ]

[action] aim_exorable November 27 2011, 05:54:54 UTC

[Bile rises up in his throat when he finally finds the yellow-blood, but Darkleer forces it back down again. Detached. He is detached from all of this. Engineer, not troll, that's what he has to be right now.]

[Without another word, he strides over to the other and draws himself into a crouch for easier access. Despite his STRENGTH and how large his hands are, they are surprisingly delicate and careful- moreso than he usually must be- as he begins to move the other about, inspecting the damage that has been done.]

[Detached. Engineer. He can do this. And for right now, until he can see just how exactly those wires are hooked up and how deep they go, he won't touch them.]

[action] psiinusoiidal November 27 2011, 06:53:36 UTC

[ The Helmsman takes his time in looking at Darkleer in the absence of the command to do so. He lets the SFC fall from his hands, allowing himself to be moved about as the other troll requires. His heart is clearly beating much too fast, he feels like a terrified flapbeast despite the impassivity of his expression. But he's not horribly injured, the only good thing to come out of any of this.

He's just like he ought to be, broken and obedient in the face of his betters. No indications of the fact that he'd tried to take advantage of his own programming and the increasingly bizarre trolls he'd communicated with in hopes of marshaling some last ditch effort of defiance. This was his hallucination, after all.

And when he speaks, it's in a painfully soft voice:] What are your orderth?

[action] 20sweeps November 27 2011, 14:59:56 UTC

Is he all right?

[Because yes, that is what this situation definitely needs! More giant highbloods. At least this one is as kind as kind can be. Gamzee drops into a crouch behind Darkleer, peering over his shoulder at the Helmsman with great worry in his eyes, though he knows better than to touch shit.]

Motherfucker all be looking like shit. You tell me what to do, aight? I'll fuckin' help.

[action] aim_exorable November 27 2011, 15:21:24 UTC

[What are his orders? It's tempting to say 'shut up and let me do my work'. He doesn't want to be reminded of who this troll truly is, of the things that happened. Just leave him to his task.]

[Before he can answer, however, he's aware of the other troll approaching from behind. Despite the fact that he thinks he knows Gamzee better than that, he still can't help but be a little nervous and jumpy by habit. A good troll knows that you hardly let another be behind you, and Gamzee's appearance is still something he hasn't gotten used to.]

As you wish, sir. Bioware of this nature is not my particular area of expertise, you must understand. [Letting go of the Helmsman, Darkleer clasps his hands together and presses them against his mouth in thought.] It can be very complicated, and is utterly invasive both physically and mentally ( ... )

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