Operational

OMG WHAT DID I DO!?

There's this noise. This high-pitched squeak... What on... Who is that? Who is that strange, gangly figure in the shadows?

angelinegracewell:

the-operator-speaks:

angelinegracewell:

the-operator-speaks:

angelinegracewell:

the-operator-speaks:

angelinegracewell:

Angeline stopped, looking around. “Hello? Is someone out there?”

From those strange shadows steps a figure. A creature wearing a black hood, a white mask on its face, expressionless. It cocks it head, then slowly bends its knees, dropping down to all fours.

Angeline backed away slowly, looking down at the figure. “Um…what…what?” she murmured, unsure of what to think. She looked around, looking for anyone, anything else.

This thing charged forward, leaping to Angeline, poised to slam into her if action is not taken.

"Eeep!" Angeline scrambled, running away very quickly.

But this creature was faster, as it struck into Angeline holding her down, leaning its mask in close… She could feel this creature’s breath on her neck, as its hands tightened, squeezing her limbs hard.

Angeline gasped for breath. N-no, she couldn’t end like this…not after she’d lost her memory…after she was finally starting to figure herself out. She couldn’t die here.

"Please…help…"

As if in answer, the ring on her finger shimmered, then burst out in magical light.

The masked thing slid back, curled tight… It saw the magic in evidence, then rushed forward again.

There's this noise. This high-pitched squeak... What on... Who is that? Who is that strange, gangly figure in the shadows?

angelinegracewell:

the-operator-speaks:

angelinegracewell:

the-operator-speaks:

angelinegracewell:

Angeline stopped, looking around. “Hello? Is someone out there?”

From those strange shadows steps a figure. A creature wearing a black hood, a white mask on its face, expressionless. It cocks it head, then slowly bends its knees, dropping down to all fours.

Angeline backed away slowly, looking down at the figure. “Um…what…what?” she murmured, unsure of what to think. She looked around, looking for anyone, anything else.

This thing charged forward, leaping to Angeline, poised to slam into her if action is not taken.

"Eeep!" Angeline scrambled, running away very quickly.

But this creature was faster, as it struck into Angeline holding her down, leaning its mask in close… She could feel this creature’s breath on her neck, as its hands tightened, squeezing her limbs hard.

There's this noise. This high-pitched squeak... What on... Who is that? Who is that strange, gangly figure in the shadows?

angelinegracewell:

the-operator-speaks:

angelinegracewell:

Angeline stopped, looking around. “Hello? Is someone out there?”

From those strange shadows steps a figure. A creature wearing a black hood, a white mask on its face, expressionless. It cocks it head, then slowly bends its knees, dropping down to all fours.

Angeline backed away slowly, looking down at the figure. “Um…what…what?” she murmured, unsure of what to think. She looked around, looking for anyone, anything else.

This thing charged forward, leaping to Angeline, poised to slam into her if action is not taken.

There's this noise. This high-pitched squeak... What on... Who is that? Who is that strange, gangly figure in the shadows?

angelinegracewell:

Angeline stopped, looking around. “Hello? Is someone out there?”

From those strange shadows steps a figure. A creature wearing a black hood, a white mask on its face, expressionless. It cocks it head, then slowly bends its knees, dropping down to all fours.


"…Why?" 
"Because you’re not you when you’re hungry."
"…" 
"Better?"

"Better!"

"…Why?" 

"Because you’re not you when you’re hungry."

"…" 

"Better?"

"Better!"

Nahdoka throws her hands into the air (Open RP)

fassassin:

the-operator-speaks:

fassassin:

"I probably could. Call the mentally flexible thing a little bit of reconstructed limbs and a hint of explosive trauma, if you want." She flexes her wrist slightly, then looks to the bridge herself. She’d lay down, too, except she doesn’t want to lay on any equipment, explosive or not. "Which way to the nineteen hundreds and the days of reconstructed Seattle? Or is that too specific of a lead?"

A smirk appears on her face as she contemplates real questions and answers. Talking could be hard at times, even when you didn’t plan on sticking around for very long at all.

"A strange request. Why come so far for someplace like that?" Her expression is far more neutral, betraying nothing.

"Why bother with Seattle at all? The clouds are beautiful here. The orange of the dying sun catches on the wet white yonder, curling up and stretching inside…"

"It has quite an interesting underground." Taking much more interest in the palm of one hand, the assassin hums a few bars before returning a look above. The description was closer to that of how the citadel’s skies appeared than what she knew was the case of modern earth and an almost scientific description of the daytime atmosphere.

"There’s an occasional months-long darkness to that city, and the stories I’ve read of its history are quite intriguing.. the roads were built up to prevent its regression into the sea from happening twice, but the buildings of the time weren’t giving way, so the city’s streets rose, but everything else stayed low."

"You’ll find stories like that everywhere. Humans like stories. They make so many, even when they aren’t needed." The creature sat there, quite content to wait for something interesting to happen. "Take, for example, the story of Paul Bunyan. There was never a Paul Bunyan, I checked. There was a blue ox, he the size of a pea, not a mountain. Strange things, humans."

"E-Excuse me?"

emilytheneko:

the-operator-speaks:

emilytheneko:

the-operator-speaks:

"Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to talk to strange things?" The thing in the tattered dress sat alone in a ruined tailor’s shop, faced away from the door, and away from the newcomer.

Emily’s eye twitched slightly. “My mother did, but that’s not the point. I was hoping you could tell me where I am.”

"Ah." Said that silhouette, "Not big on reading, then. This is the ‘Loose Thread.’ A small store of sorts, opened in the year 1894 by a nervous young human named Carson Barrows. His widow refused to sell the property, nor have his descendants- but they won’t allow anyone to purchase or clean it, and so it has been claimed by thugs, hooligans… And now me."

"Oh…" Emily looked around. "who are you, anyway?"

"A monster. I could have saved mister Barrows. It would have been less than trivial for me to accomplish. But I didn’t. I caused his madness, consumed it to add to the pot. I couldn’t help it. Another notch."

"E-Excuse me?"

emilytheneko:

the-operator-speaks:

"Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to talk to strange things?" The thing in the tattered dress sat alone in a ruined tailor’s shop, faced away from the door, and away from the newcomer.

Emily’s eye twitched slightly. “My mother did, but that’s not the point. I was hoping you could tell me where I am.”

"Ah." Said that silhouette, "Not big on reading, then. This is the ‘Loose Thread.’ A small store of sorts, opened in the year 1894 by a nervous young human named Carson Barrows. His widow refused to sell the property, nor have his descendants- but they won’t allow anyone to purchase or clean it, and so it has been claimed by thugs, hooligans… And now me."

"I am now as I deserve to be… Beyond forgiveness. Beware, mortals, for an Operator walks amongst you. Hold your sanity dearly, for it will not hold amongst me. I will consume, until nothing remains." 
"And I’m so sorry."

"I am now as I deserve to be… Beyond forgiveness. Beware, mortals, for an Operator walks amongst you. Hold your sanity dearly, for it will not hold amongst me. I will consume, until nothing remains." 

"And I’m so sorry."