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ataraxionlogs2012-07-17 04:11 am
assumed) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-07-17 04:11 am
02 | Stockpile
CHARACTERS: "Syg" (assumed) and Megamind (megamind)
LOCATION: Engineering
WARNINGS: None, unless depictions of eating metal and maybe talk of prison trigger you.
SUMMARY: There is a woman in engineering eating up the scrap.
NOTES: None.
It had finally been given a sort of path.
Syg's introduction to the network may not have brought many results, but reaching out to someone like her had. This 'tough' appearance had brought to Alias a 'crew', a thing supposedly worth companionship and protection. They weren't what was considered 'moral', but they were, it decided, an alliance worth having. Interesting. Libby... she had liked the show of a manipulation of metal. She thought it was rad. She would tell her crew about it.
And if Alias was expected to perform for Syg, it had to have the materials to be ready for it.
In engineering, it had recalled a scrap heap. So here Syg was, much like a buzzard or the hyena for which Alias modeled her, picking at the metal corpses of things that no longer served any purpose. Her left hand was simple and pale, black nails that tentatively traced the old skeletons to read what made them up. The right hand was a blackened claw of a thing, wicked sharp edges that sawed into the scrap and cut off hunks like one would when enjoying something like a steak. It made a scraping sound, something awful that made Alias shake. So it had blocked off its hearing and simply scanned the area from time to time.
Each bite-sized morsel it made was soon deposited upon the girl's tongue blackened tongue and mouth, rolled around only for curiosity of taste before her throat bobbed and it was gone.
assumed) and Megamind (megamind)LOCATION: Engineering
WARNINGS: None, unless depictions of eating metal and maybe talk of prison trigger you.
SUMMARY: There is a woman in engineering eating up the scrap.
NOTES: None.
It had finally been given a sort of path.
Syg's introduction to the network may not have brought many results, but reaching out to someone like her had. This 'tough' appearance had brought to Alias a 'crew', a thing supposedly worth companionship and protection. They weren't what was considered 'moral', but they were, it decided, an alliance worth having. Interesting. Libby... she had liked the show of a manipulation of metal. She thought it was rad. She would tell her crew about it.
And if Alias was expected to perform for Syg, it had to have the materials to be ready for it.
In engineering, it had recalled a scrap heap. So here Syg was, much like a buzzard or the hyena for which Alias modeled her, picking at the metal corpses of things that no longer served any purpose. Her left hand was simple and pale, black nails that tentatively traced the old skeletons to read what made them up. The right hand was a blackened claw of a thing, wicked sharp edges that sawed into the scrap and cut off hunks like one would when enjoying something like a steak. It made a scraping sound, something awful that made Alias shake. So it had blocked off its hearing and simply scanned the area from time to time.
Each bite-sized morsel it made was soon deposited upon the girl's tongue blackened tongue and mouth, rolled around only for curiosity of taste before her throat bobbed and it was gone.
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She laughs, a bark of a thing, and finally tears free a chunk of scrap, which she drops between her thighs. She'll eat that later.
"I made it three years without that paperclip and lighter shit, and this ain't prison. Think I'll be alright, at least. It ain't bad to have someone else at your back, even if you can look out for yourself. 'least, that's what I figure."
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He shrugged his shoulders once, and then says, "A crew never hurts. You just have to be sure you can trust them and if they're useful int he long run. If they're not-- you need an exit strategy... and in this case, it can't be a shank. Libby may not remain important to you, but she might to others, over all."
In short, it's a friendly suggestion: Don't hurt the little bird. Megamind isn't invested enough to really care, but he's always held himself to a higher standard when it came to crime and thugs. Don't hurt anyone if you can avoid it. Hurting and murdering is Easy Mode, for amateurs and thugs.