RE: QUIETUS [S!5] [Round 2: Krei'kii'kelriz]
06-02-2017, 02:29 AM
The preparations for the...ritual...were confusing. Mary was wiring together the still-working electronics into a complex system, connecting it all back to Robin's machine. Robin was typing away at the keys, murmuring under her breath. And Amaranth was left with...setting up the human element. The corpses. Human resources. “The ones who are cooperative,” was what Robin had said. Then she had looked slightly concerned, and said that Amaranth didn't have to if she didn't want to. But it was fine, it was like the half-semester she had spent learning about the washing of the body and the proper ways of burial, except it wasn't, at all. But Robin had seemed pleased somehow when she talked about her familiarity with what happens after life, and she wanted to help.
If I gave them last rites, will that interfere with anything? What a question.
Robin did some decisive double-tap, sighed, and stretched. “Ok, that's probably—about as good as we're gonna get it, here. Paltry lack of candles, but I've always wondered if those were really necessary or if the old guys just needed necromancy to have a sense of atmosphere—anyways.” She shuffled herself and the machine down into a crisscross position. “Alright, the program should execute correctly once my brainwaves reach an optimal state—I've experimented with it before, but gimmicks don't seem to be a substitute for the real thing. The rest of this setup is mostly for protection—your consciousness is always safest inside your body, and your body's always safest still conscious. Haha. Not that these guys won't be helping a bit—they certainly know who killed them, and they know their way around here better than I do.” Robin stopped, took a deep breath. “Sorry, I guess I'm a little nervous about all this. It's pretty experimental, and this isn't exactly a controlled environment--” She looked at Amaranth, grinned and shook tension out of her arms. “I should probably just let you take over the trance segment of our show.”
“Is there any way we can...help you out? Go with you?”
“Well, you're not, uh...let's just say you're not optimized for it the way I am. By the way, if I stop breathing, don't worry about it too much. There's plenty of other things to worry about tonight!” She grinned again.
She really was in some ways just like that undertaker-teacher.
The room was dark, lit intermittent by screens, empty but filled with the dead. The air was blood, flowers, rust, and the river.
“Alright...I'll start if you're all ready. I hope,” She glanced at Robin, then at Mary, “you understand the seriousness. This is not something undertaken lightly.”
If I gave them last rites, will that interfere with anything? What a question.
Robin did some decisive double-tap, sighed, and stretched. “Ok, that's probably—about as good as we're gonna get it, here. Paltry lack of candles, but I've always wondered if those were really necessary or if the old guys just needed necromancy to have a sense of atmosphere—anyways.” She shuffled herself and the machine down into a crisscross position. “Alright, the program should execute correctly once my brainwaves reach an optimal state—I've experimented with it before, but gimmicks don't seem to be a substitute for the real thing. The rest of this setup is mostly for protection—your consciousness is always safest inside your body, and your body's always safest still conscious. Haha. Not that these guys won't be helping a bit—they certainly know who killed them, and they know their way around here better than I do.” Robin stopped, took a deep breath. “Sorry, I guess I'm a little nervous about all this. It's pretty experimental, and this isn't exactly a controlled environment--” She looked at Amaranth, grinned and shook tension out of her arms. “I should probably just let you take over the trance segment of our show.”
“Is there any way we can...help you out? Go with you?”
“Well, you're not, uh...let's just say you're not optimized for it the way I am. By the way, if I stop breathing, don't worry about it too much. There's plenty of other things to worry about tonight!” She grinned again.
She really was in some ways just like that undertaker-teacher.
The room was dark, lit intermittent by screens, empty but filled with the dead. The air was blood, flowers, rust, and the river.
“Alright...I'll start if you're all ready. I hope,” She glanced at Robin, then at Mary, “you understand the seriousness. This is not something undertaken lightly.”