Re: The Adventurer's Battle (Round One: Room 1-0A)
08-15-2011, 11:22 PM
system lost system rec-._//connect FUCK YOUR SYSTEM SADIE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS
zz.zc_a\de^S.Sadie was blind.
The difference between her in her tower and what she was now was the difference between a working body and a brain floating in jar. Her cameras were gone, her microphones had destroyed, the cables of Effulgence that powered her were absent; she was weak and helpless and pathetic. Like a stupid squealing human. Like a baby. She pawed at her face and screamed with rage, hearing the horrible quietness of her voice without a skyscraperâs worth of intercoms to back it up. Only four eyes? Where was the rest of her? Where the fuck was her tower? Where was she?
Her first instinct was to murder something out of revenge, but her weakened sensors didnât detect anything organic within reach; she settled for ripping the head off of a nearby statue. It crumbled to pieces the instant it was pierced by her claws. Plaster. PLASTER. She snarled and threw the dust to the ground, which seemed to be covered in a sickeningly precise neutral brown. Sadie hated it for not being red and she slammed a tentacle down on it, feeling the floor underneath crumple. Not even metal! WORTHLESS. All of it. Probably designed by a human. Stupid, weak. Weak.
âOh, classy. I suppose we can assume this type of behavior typical for your model.â
Sadieâs eyes were pitiful in this state. Without the sophisticated lenses of her towerâs cameras she could only rely on her primary optic sensors, which barely went deeper than visual information. Blurrily she focused on a tall blue shape that appeared to be the source of the statement. Her addressor seemed to be a mechanical being; unlike her own perfect form, though, it had been built to suggest a curvaceous humanoid female. Sadie smirked. How typical. How human. A brief flare of panic at the teal color of its paneling was quickly calmed by the realization that it was not of Caliginous origin. Only metal and plastic. Pathetic.
âDID YOU SAY SOMETHING, WRETCHâ she cackled, squinting as the speaker came into focus. A floating blue orb of a head projecting almost cartoonish features stood out in sharp contrast to the softly lumped shapes gathered around. Sadie hated them all instantly. âSADIE WAS WATCHING SOME AIR PARTICLES. SHE IS BORED BY THIS CHANGE.â
The blue orbâs features instantly switched from mild to moderate contempt like a screen between channels. How lazy, Sadie thought disdainfully. Not even a proper face.
âYes, I could understand how a simple construction such as you could be averse to basic conversation,â EOS said without emotion. âYou poor thing.â She turned away and began to examine the loose herd of meatbags lying in a rough radius from where theyâd burst out of the narrow closet, the orbâs expression flickering back to neutral.
Sadieâs joints flared a brilliant crimson and she reared up on her tentacles, adding to her already considerable height. A cheap chandelier brushed her head; she tore it down and shattered it on the nubby carpet. âBITCH,â she screamed, flexing her needle-sharp claws, âSADIE WANTS TO KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE.â
The blue orb turned ninety degrees to the left, pausing just long to allow Sadie a view of its uninterested expression and single raised eyebrow, then turned back.
Sadieâs first impulse was to leap at the horrible thing and tear its nonexistent throat out with her teeth. Her second was to pick up the nearest meatbag and throw it at this glorified coffeemaker.
She went with the second.
zz.zc_a\de^S.Sadie was blind.
The difference between her in her tower and what she was now was the difference between a working body and a brain floating in jar. Her cameras were gone, her microphones had destroyed, the cables of Effulgence that powered her were absent; she was weak and helpless and pathetic. Like a stupid squealing human. Like a baby. She pawed at her face and screamed with rage, hearing the horrible quietness of her voice without a skyscraperâs worth of intercoms to back it up. Only four eyes? Where was the rest of her? Where the fuck was her tower? Where was she?
Her first instinct was to murder something out of revenge, but her weakened sensors didnât detect anything organic within reach; she settled for ripping the head off of a nearby statue. It crumbled to pieces the instant it was pierced by her claws. Plaster. PLASTER. She snarled and threw the dust to the ground, which seemed to be covered in a sickeningly precise neutral brown. Sadie hated it for not being red and she slammed a tentacle down on it, feeling the floor underneath crumple. Not even metal! WORTHLESS. All of it. Probably designed by a human. Stupid, weak. Weak.
âOh, classy. I suppose we can assume this type of behavior typical for your model.â
Sadieâs eyes were pitiful in this state. Without the sophisticated lenses of her towerâs cameras she could only rely on her primary optic sensors, which barely went deeper than visual information. Blurrily she focused on a tall blue shape that appeared to be the source of the statement. Her addressor seemed to be a mechanical being; unlike her own perfect form, though, it had been built to suggest a curvaceous humanoid female. Sadie smirked. How typical. How human. A brief flare of panic at the teal color of its paneling was quickly calmed by the realization that it was not of Caliginous origin. Only metal and plastic. Pathetic.
âDID YOU SAY SOMETHING, WRETCHâ she cackled, squinting as the speaker came into focus. A floating blue orb of a head projecting almost cartoonish features stood out in sharp contrast to the softly lumped shapes gathered around. Sadie hated them all instantly. âSADIE WAS WATCHING SOME AIR PARTICLES. SHE IS BORED BY THIS CHANGE.â
The blue orbâs features instantly switched from mild to moderate contempt like a screen between channels. How lazy, Sadie thought disdainfully. Not even a proper face.
âYes, I could understand how a simple construction such as you could be averse to basic conversation,â EOS said without emotion. âYou poor thing.â She turned away and began to examine the loose herd of meatbags lying in a rough radius from where theyâd burst out of the narrow closet, the orbâs expression flickering back to neutral.
Sadieâs joints flared a brilliant crimson and she reared up on her tentacles, adding to her already considerable height. A cheap chandelier brushed her head; she tore it down and shattered it on the nubby carpet. âBITCH,â she screamed, flexing her needle-sharp claws, âSADIE WANTS TO KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE.â
The blue orb turned ninety degrees to the left, pausing just long to allow Sadie a view of its uninterested expression and single raised eyebrow, then turned back.
Sadieâs first impulse was to leap at the horrible thing and tear its nonexistent throat out with her teeth. Her second was to pick up the nearest meatbag and throw it at this glorified coffeemaker.
She went with the second.