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route_10652012-05-09 02:29 pm
legendarybeasts) wrote in route_10652012-05-09 02:29 pm
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Spring Cleaning: the beast wakes;
Who: Suicune (legendarybeasts), Rocket operatives and bystanders in the area
Where: Route 7
When: May 8th, 8:30PM
Summary: Rockets capture Suicune.
Rating: PG-13
Log:
[It runs. The wind carries it, fog is its mantle, and the ground weeps dew at its passing. It has known only endless sleep for so long, and now, it has awakened to the scream of the grass and the clouds, knowing in its heart that the world's Order is not being kept. The Old One sleeps too, too deep, not watching, and then they all fell after it.
But then it heard whispers, up in its cold mountain hideaway where pure crystal water flows in trickling, shimmering rivulets. The water whispered to it, wake up wake up, I am hurt, and it did. Its brothers sleep still, their consciousness tickling at the back of its mind like a reassurance. It does not know what awaits, only that it must run, and seek, and destroy.]
legendarybeasts), Rocket operatives and bystanders in the areaWhere: Route 7
When: May 8th, 8:30PM
Summary: Rockets capture Suicune.
Rating: PG-13
Log:
[It runs. The wind carries it, fog is its mantle, and the ground weeps dew at its passing. It has known only endless sleep for so long, and now, it has awakened to the scream of the grass and the clouds, knowing in its heart that the world's Order is not being kept. The Old One sleeps too, too deep, not watching, and then they all fell after it.
But then it heard whispers, up in its cold mountain hideaway where pure crystal water flows in trickling, shimmering rivulets. The water whispered to it, wake up wake up, I am hurt, and it did. Its brothers sleep still, their consciousness tickling at the back of its mind like a reassurance. It does not know what awaits, only that it must run, and seek, and destroy.]
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I think it's funny that you would talk to me about mercy. My morality core was the first thing destroyed before I died.
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or are the actual books coming, too, eventually
just sayin' ]
... You died. When? How? ... If I may ask, obviously.
[He... actually sees how she would be amused. She is managing to confuse him so much.]
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The coworker was making a third attempt. He made a fourth by the time it was all over. It was pretty great, except for the parts where it wasn't.
[Oh, come now. She never gives anyone the full story regarding anything. Even when she does give an account of something that may have happened, it's usually all lies, anyway; it'd change the next time you asked her about it.]
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... That said, GLaDOS, you are officially the worst storyteller. Gorthan acknowledges this with brief, stifled laughter. It is at this point that Gorthan officially gives up asking questions strictly related to her story, which is something he is sure she will appreciate.]
What is it like to be dead, Caroline?
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Well. In the event of a cataclysmic system failure, I have a certain feature that activates itself - let's call it a black box. It preserves the last two minutes of my life for analysis.
It lets me relive being killed. Over. And over. And over again. For as long as it takes for my system to come online again.
...did I say that it lets me? It's really more like being forced. But I'm not one to split hairs over a little thing like that.
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Caroline... that... that is horrible. Why do you even have that feature? For what purpose? Are you unable to remove it? Nobody should have to go through that, biological or not. I... I am very sorry.
[His hand searches for hers then, seeking to hold it. Maybe with the armor on, it doesn't really count as contact?]
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As I said. For analysis. So that the problem won't repeat itself. Don't you ever replay mistakes you've made in your head? Or maybe someone insults you. Don't you ever try to figure out what you should have said to them later? If you don't do that, don't start. Usually you'll come up with the perfect comeback, and no one to use it on. I'm told it's disappointing.
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... An Evronian holding a lady's hand. He... will think about how weird and probably inappropriate this is after the battle. He releases it shortly after, however, once it becomes clear that Caroline does not seem to attach any sort of particular emotional trauma to the experience; if she does, she's hiding it very well.]
I see. And yet, it is a shame you do not have the option to stop it; but I suppose you cannot even be said to be there at that point. Regardless of that, were you able to apply the the results of your analysis?
CAN WE WORK OUT OUR SENTENCES PLEASE DAL
My coworker put it to some pretty annoying use, though. I'll give him credit for that.
Now with less drunken Italians!
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However, she just kind of shrugs at that.]
I guess you could say that I oversaw their creation. But I wasn't the one that did it - that was entirely Mr. Johnson.
I would tell you to ask him about the details, but he's a little too dead for that.
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[You really are the worst storyteller, GLaDOS.]
However, in case you are familiar with at least some of the details, I encourage you to share them with me. In my home world, I am the chief authority for the genetic enhancement and engineering of special troops. As you can imagine, what you speak of is extremely relevant to my interests.
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Oh.
She's smiling again, but it's a sort of expression that's closer to baring teeth than anything friendly.]
Mr. Johnson was the sort of man with a vision that no one else quite shared. He created Aperture Science. He also created me.
I'm not familiar with all of his work, though I think the mantises were an accident. A really...unfortunate accident.
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Is there a problem, Caroline? ... Bad memories, perhaps?
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Not really. It's all in the past, a long way back. He's been dead for longer than I have.
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[He lowers his head pensively then, avoiding her gaze. By this point, he's really not expecting her to give straightforward answers.]
If I were in your position, I would think that my life was just beginning.
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[Her voice is back to that usual detached, vaguely amused tone. Almost dismissive, really.]
This body is weak. Not capable of very much. Nothing like what I'm used to at all.
I'm not exactly displeased, but I don't prefer it.
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[There's a pause, before Gorthan raises his eyes to look at her again. There's an odd intensity in his gaze, as if his question was a really important one.]
Do you enjoy reading, Caroline?
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I don't know. Yes. Sometimes.
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[There's a note of mystery and intimacy in his tone and gaze, as if what he just told her were a valuable secret to be protected and cherished.]
You act for science's sake, do you not? You could consider it an experiment. On yourself.
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We already understood that. We would wake the humans up from stasis and allow them to contemplate works of art, or classical music if the art wasn't enough. It was intended to leave them...refreshed.