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towerofanimus2013-02-03 08:45 pm
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011 ♐ it's easy living in the house of your dreams ♐ ᴏᴘᴇɴ
Characters: Equius Zahhak (AU) and YOU
Setting: Floor 70, the machine.
Format: Starting in action, but I'll do whatever.
Summary: Equius gets his geek on in the worst conceivable way.
Warnings: Possible crushing, burning, or acid corrosion. YAY SCIENCE!
[...Wow.]
[There was no telling how big this floor was. The walls and ceiling were nowhere in sight, because they were completely covered by a massive breathing machine. There was a faint tinge of rust in the air here, and the outer reaches were further obscured by smoke of various colours. Metal parts clunked and ground against one another, making extremely unattractive noises as they did so. A truly staggering amount of the mechanisms here were burned or dented (or maybe they were supposed to be that way, since they were unfamiliar), but they all seemed to be working together towards... something that wasn't immediately clear. There had to be a million different platforms all around the place, but most of them were conveyor belts, carrying scraps of some kind of metal into a huge boiling vat of liquid that sizzled when something dropped in.]
[It was beautiful.]
[Not much to see here, Tower; just a troll, standing next to the staircase, gawking in amazement at the monstrosity in front of him. Judging from the oil streaks that have long since dried on this particular pair of pants, he could feel perfectly at home here... if he got an opportunity to look around. Right now, it's all unfamiliar. And way too big. All Equius can do for quite a long time is stand there and gawk. What could this thing be for?]
[He seems to want to find out, as shortly afterward he's examining the closer and less dangerous metallic innards. And then the slightly further metallic innards. And eventually he's crawling and jumping all over the place, still in view of the staircase, but observing mechanisms that could crush a hand and balancing on things that really ought not to be balanced on, all in the interest of getting just a little closer to that peculiar piece of machinery. It's just so interesting. He seems to be doing pretty well now; one of Equius' few talents is coordination and nimble movement. But who knows how long that'll last if someone startles him...]
Setting: Floor 70, the machine.
Format: Starting in action, but I'll do whatever.
Summary: Equius gets his geek on in the worst conceivable way.
Warnings: Possible crushing, burning, or acid corrosion. YAY SCIENCE!
[...Wow.]
[There was no telling how big this floor was. The walls and ceiling were nowhere in sight, because they were completely covered by a massive breathing machine. There was a faint tinge of rust in the air here, and the outer reaches were further obscured by smoke of various colours. Metal parts clunked and ground against one another, making extremely unattractive noises as they did so. A truly staggering amount of the mechanisms here were burned or dented (or maybe they were supposed to be that way, since they were unfamiliar), but they all seemed to be working together towards... something that wasn't immediately clear. There had to be a million different platforms all around the place, but most of them were conveyor belts, carrying scraps of some kind of metal into a huge boiling vat of liquid that sizzled when something dropped in.]
[It was beautiful.]
[Not much to see here, Tower; just a troll, standing next to the staircase, gawking in amazement at the monstrosity in front of him. Judging from the oil streaks that have long since dried on this particular pair of pants, he could feel perfectly at home here... if he got an opportunity to look around. Right now, it's all unfamiliar. And way too big. All Equius can do for quite a long time is stand there and gawk. What could this thing be for?]
[He seems to want to find out, as shortly afterward he's examining the closer and less dangerous metallic innards. And then the slightly further metallic innards. And eventually he's crawling and jumping all over the place, still in view of the staircase, but observing mechanisms that could crush a hand and balancing on things that really ought not to be balanced on, all in the interest of getting just a little closer to that peculiar piece of machinery. It's just so interesting. He seems to be doing pretty well now; one of Equius' few talents is coordination and nimble movement. But who knows how long that'll last if someone startles him...]
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...b-but, uh, you don't have to come if you. Don't want to.
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I, uh... [How to put this?] ...I don't think that would be a very good idea.
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...No! No, that's not what I meant! Oh god. No. I... I'm sorry!
[flailflailflail.]
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Also awkwardness that Equius was worried about him... And not annoyed at his uselessness.]
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[Yeah. Equius is weird like that.]
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[He turns around, but doesn't move yet.]
If you're sure.
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[adventure]
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[He grabbed onto the edge of a platform they ran across, and picked up his feet a few inches from the ground; enough that he could determine the strength of the construction, but also that he wouldn't be hurt if it was weak. It seemed sturdy, though, so he dragged himself up onto the grilling and looked down at Shion, expecting him to follow.]
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Of course he looks like he's about to fall, but there's a great deal of flailing that comes with just being Shion. So he's fine, at least he can do things like this without getting out of breath now.]
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[Meanwhile, the supports holding up this platform begin to creak, and Equius jumps.] This... could be corroding, oh god. Look around quickly, and if you don't see anything, we'll keep going.
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Ahhh creaking not good. Shion looked around taking in everything he saw.] Nothing that seems important.
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[Well okay not sprint, because sprinting would make it fall apart faster. But he doesn't loiter around. Shion can get off as well, hopefully...]
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Mel says that they won't be able to figure out what the machine does, so...
Oh, god!
[Yeah, don't mind that outburst as Equius practically clings to the pipe he was leaning on.]
Close... close, yeah.
Well the real question is...
Are you alright? [Stop panicking Equius, you're making Shion panic. He finds his own pipe to cling to.]
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[Creeeeeak.]
...whatwasthat.
Whatwasthat.
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Assuming we are fading to death?
Yup!