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towerofanimus2011-11-11 09:00 am
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Have a 'reward'
Characters: Ψiioniic ([info]2nd_dii2ciiple) and open.
Setting: Room 2-08 and surrounding area
Format: Narrative please, I suck at action tags
Summary: Ψiioniic is NOT pleased with his 'reward'.
Warnings: Explosions. Possibly lots of them. Very pissed off and frightened powerful psychic.
When Ψiioniic saw the mention of a 'reward' on the network, he was curious to see what his would be. Nothing could possibly make up for the bullshit the tower had put him through, but he wasn't going to turn down something that would compensate for it a little. He couldn't imagine what kind of possible reward it could offer him, though. Unless it brought his computer system, which he rather doubted considering the lengths the tower had gone through to prevent people from having access to that sort of thing. He really didn't have anything else. He'd arrived at the tower with nothing in his chest but a change of clothes for a reason.
What he did NOT expect to see when he walked through the door of his shared respite block was a mass of pulsing fuscia biowires taking up all the space at the foot of his bed. The mound reached to about his hip height, and more trailed down from the ceiling. The helmet wires hung just at his head height, dangling empty like an obscene invitation.
He froze in utter horror and revulsion, panic and denial racing through his mind. With a sharp cry he blasted at it with his powers, lashing it - and the rest of the room - over and over with bolts of blue and red, so fast that they blended together into purple.
Backing out of the room into the hall, he continued to blast at the room, until there was nothing left of his corner but a charred and ruined hulk. Even then, he could see the withered mind of biowires, like a silent accusation of where he should be.
Turning away, he leaned against the wall and was noisily sick, bringing up everything he'd eaten so far that night.
Setting: Room 2-08 and surrounding area
Format: Narrative please, I suck at action tags
Summary: Ψiioniic is NOT pleased with his 'reward'.
Warnings: Explosions. Possibly lots of them. Very pissed off and frightened powerful psychic.
When Ψiioniic saw the mention of a 'reward' on the network, he was curious to see what his would be. Nothing could possibly make up for the bullshit the tower had put him through, but he wasn't going to turn down something that would compensate for it a little. He couldn't imagine what kind of possible reward it could offer him, though. Unless it brought his computer system, which he rather doubted considering the lengths the tower had gone through to prevent people from having access to that sort of thing. He really didn't have anything else. He'd arrived at the tower with nothing in his chest but a change of clothes for a reason.
What he did NOT expect to see when he walked through the door of his shared respite block was a mass of pulsing fuscia biowires taking up all the space at the foot of his bed. The mound reached to about his hip height, and more trailed down from the ceiling. The helmet wires hung just at his head height, dangling empty like an obscene invitation.
He froze in utter horror and revulsion, panic and denial racing through his mind. With a sharp cry he blasted at it with his powers, lashing it - and the rest of the room - over and over with bolts of blue and red, so fast that they blended together into purple.
Backing out of the room into the hall, he continued to blast at the room, until there was nothing left of his corner but a charred and ruined hulk. Even then, he could see the withered mind of biowires, like a silent accusation of where he should be.
Turning away, he leaned against the wall and was noisily sick, bringing up everything he'd eaten so far that night.
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The words were sincere, though. Just because he was suffering, it didn't follow that Signless should be, too. That wasn't how it worked, not even for moirails. "They can be the reward for all of uth," he said, coaxing. "Sitting around watching louthy romcoms with you sounds like a pretty good idea, right now."
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"Their results implied that not everyone acted the way they wanted... maybe it worked better on you so you got a real reward, whereas me and Psi got punishments because we did not do as they wanted..."
He shook his head, not liking that thought or where it took him. He focussed on Psiioniic's words. He never really watched films, not many were made with Britania's economy focussed on war and everywhere else being invaded. But he was interested enough by the idea of a troll film to nod at Psiioniic's sugestion.
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He scrubbed his claws over his scalp. "Well, so long as you want them, I'm not going to throw them away," he said grudgingly.
Then he brightened. "The truth is, you know they're works of pure cinematic genius, like I always tell you, and you're just slavering to see them, but too lame to actually admit it. Well, prepare to have your foot covering tubes knocked off and your hair blown back."
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Though Suzaku was right that they still had to DO something with the aftermath. "That'th a good idea," he said firmly, and gathered up the rest of the hacked wires with his powers. Again, there was ironic justice in him using his powers to rid himself of the thing his powers had locked him into in the first place. "We'll go throw it off the tower, then take over the tv room and watch crappy movieth all night. THAT thounds like a reward."
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He gathered up as many wires as he could and set off to the roof. "That sounds good." He said quietly and cautiously not knowing if they would want him to join them.
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