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|Joined: June 15, 2016||Active Kith: Chomp|
|Birthday: November 02||Kith Alliances: 10|
|I am: too tired||Forum Posts: 956|
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"Do you think Brightest Star is part of the 'party crashers' that odd... er, that 'Beetles', as you call him, warned us about?" They flipped through the books on the desk, saving the contents for further analysis, and elevated their volume to maintain an audible level for those in the hallway. "Doubt it. Giggles was talking down to both of us just the same. Wanted to know if we were working together, and implied it'd be 'cheating'." Their side sparked. "Not that they need have worried." "...Perhaps it would be best to make sure you are charged enough to survive a fight?" Indeed. All the keys meant dealing with whatever Beetles had mentioned at the beginning. Their beam weapon was still fully functional, but their projections weren't. A bit more damage and they'd probably lose cohesion. The planes on their torso fluttered, subtly assuming a less elegant, slightly more defensive position. But there were still places to check...and common tropes suggested they'd not be allowed to return here once they'd fought the dungeon boss. F*cking godd*mn that kid. Never made taking care of him easy, did he. They ran yet another scan on the bottle in their core cavity. Still triggering pattern recognition, but with only errors as their source. What if it was a mislead? Some d*mn joke by a laughing *sshole. They'd rather go over every millimetre of this place with a seven hour scan than trust the piece of sh*t that did that to the kid. But to return to the attempt at discussion. "Feisty bunch, aren't we. Nothing left to investigate then? Managed to check every room while I was gone?" They kept their voice clear of mocking undertone, with some reluctance. "I'd hate to miss something."
"We found the door code..." Oh hey, it's the dropout Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. "I was just telling Guiding Light my battery is getting low enough, I'm going to need some help getting this mask off if the host's game goes on much longer." SPARK watched Morne for any reactions to that suggestion. They'd acted independently enough, but that didn't exclude them from holding similar views to the dancers back in the ballroom. "They found something as well, but I don't think it's a key?" ...And not even the most basic grasp of subtlety. Bless her early-gen heart. "I doubt it's a key; doesn't exactly match the motif around here. It's a bottle of something. But it was hidden, so maybe it's important. Either way, there'll be time to give it a longer look after we finish up in this place. ...And sure. Let's talk about that attack." They flitted through the door, slipping past Morne. "Y'know, I really don't feel like having this conversation more than once." They drifted to the center of the hallway and raised the volume, not quite to a human shout, but loud enough the other rooms should hear. "Guiding Light is still functional, thank you so much for asking. Got pulled out of bounds in the mirror room. Met Brightest Star there. They implied they weren't alone, and attacked without warning. Beetles then sent me to rejoin this party. This has been your obligatory update on current events." Then they turned to the next door beside the bathroom, and gave the room beyond a look. Hooray, the Scooby Squad had all the keys to the BIG door. Not that they gave two sh*ts. Maybe they had really found what they were looking for already, but... they couldn't afford to be wrong.
"A port, normally, though the disguise seems to be obscuring it; there's ordinarily an access panel in my back. I'm not sure if it will work, but we could try removing the mask?" "Someone tried that for a sec back in the ballroom. The rabble had what you might call a strong reaction. Something similar might try to discourage you here. Might be worth seeing if we can clear this place, but if you get too far into the red-" Their conversation continued with only the smallest pause, imperceptible to anyone not also a machine, as the thing in the tub became visible. "-it'll be your call to take the risk or not." What the f*ck was THAT? And why was it triggering pattern recognition? A bell, suddenly. The first signal of measured time they'd had since they got here. "...What does that mean? Is it significant?" "I can't pretend to understand how a giggling gremlin with a thing for convoluted theatrics thinks. Best guess? We're being reminded that we're on a time limit." Not that it would matter, if this was what they'd been after. The light in their beam generator dimmed, and the blade-like digits of their hand turned flatwise to touch the glass container. They lifted it carefully for further inspection. Unusually light for its size, weight shifting oddly considering the majority of the contents was taken up by the solid form of the sleeping creature. And there went another odd spike in the emotional matrix: Hope. And fear. Well, that was the closest thing they'd had to a conclusive reading all night. The planes around their core, in their torso, blossomed open briefly, widening the cavity just enough to carry the bottle. They slid it inside and quickly closed up again. The additional weight and shifting balance of the thing was going to take some time to acclimate to... Hopefully they would get that time. And hopefully this d*mn thing was actually what they were looking for. Call it whatever you wanted. That kid needed his heart back.
SPARK waited for Ada to clear the room before firing a thin, concentrated beam at the base of the tub wall. They hovered some inches above the ground, counting on the cracked tiles and uneven flooring to keep the liquid from rising too far once it hit the floor. ((SPARK will continue firing until a hole forms, then watch the tub for its contents.)) The tub would probably take some time to drain. "20 minutes..." That wasn't long. "There's no guarantee I'll be done in this place by then." Would anyone else around here even have the knowledge to help her? "...Alright, here's an option. This thing" -And here they raised the arm with the glowing beam aperture- "-has a shitload of options for output. Maybe we can charge you, if you've got the specs for your energy input and a location for us to try. What do you have, a core? A port? Is it just the battery itself?"
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