05-11-2016, 12:17 PM
(05-11-2016, 03:31 AM)Umbra Wrote:*the door slowly opens, the robed figure comes out holding what looks like a pneumatic piston driven exoskeleton*(05-11-2016, 01:45 AM)Shaadaris Wrote: Judging by the decor he's the proud-to-be-a-warrior type... Brilliant... And there's Order. How much does he know about what's going on? Wait no, shut up. Imagine static. No thinking. Or, obviously thinking, just less thinking. Don't think of anything bad.
A number of men and women who look similar to me kick down the door. "WE FOUND EZVRAEL!" one yells as he lunges with a sword made of a pitch-black metal I developed. Pain. PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN. Blood running down my face. Still alive though. I sweep my leg and he falls on his back. I run. PAIN. PAIN. I open my eye and blood gushes out where it has no right coming from. PAIN. It doesn't matter anyway, they're all dead. Why am I even running? I'm dead. Everyone's dead. Nobody will survive this. Everything will be destroyed. At least the Archeons shouldn't survive either. They can't meddle with any other people's lives. One month left. Then it's all gone. DAMNIT. EVERY TIME I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT. ARGH! STOP. THINK STATIC. NO MEMORIES. STATIC. What's even happening? How long have I been in the room? Everyone's in the same place. Must not have been long... Static, static, think nothing, clear mind, stop thinking, stop... Static and white noise. The occasional flicker of a thought but mostly blocked by interference.
Ezekiel winces slightly, and steps into the room, standing to the side while waiting for Order and the Sergeant to finish their conversation.
He glances in Empathy's direction and mutters under his breath "next time you want me not to think of anything, please do not tell me. I will take the chance of insulting the telepath."
"Huh? What... Actually, never mind. Sorry."
"Ah, you must be Empathy. Come on up." The Sergeant is definitely... Older than he sounded over comm. His hair is short and greyish-white with a beard to match, with an eyepatch over his left eye. He definitely looks like a commander of some sort, but his uniform doesn't have any medals pinned to it; they're presumably on display somewhere on the shelves.
Empathy starts walking forward. "Please tell me Order hasn't caused any trouble."
"No, no, he's quite fine. Where's that robot?... 753, was it?"
"He decided not to come."
"Ah, very well... Not much I can do about that. A real shame, too. I was hoping to meet him..." He looks down the room at Ezekiel. "Ah, right. Hello there, mister...?"
(05-11-2016, 01:36 AM)Rahizel Wrote: *talking to itself in a thunderous deep voice* off with you hobbling apparatus!
*something very heavy duty creaks then snaps 7 times in rapid succession, like something being yanked free*
"...Yeah, don't think I want a part of this. Syntax! Get over here!"
Somewhat loud footsteps are heard outside the door.
"Help him out if he needs anything. I'm gonna get back to that nap."
"Er... Okay."
You can have this...
*the face is slightly visible for a second, two large black eyes and some sort of silvery skin*