Yvette finds herself in the unenviable position of coming into existence in free fall at almost terminal velocity
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Maybe she can figure out how to project.

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She hums thoughtfully as she eats.

"... maybe. I'd want to have a better understanding of what kind of psychic nonsense I've got going on before I poke too much at it, though. It's not like sire-dearest was likely to care very much about accidentally turning other people into vegetables, you know?"

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That would be just like them.

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“See! I have to treat myself like I’m a strange bit of potentially hostile tech! It’s very irritating, I wish I just knew the totality of my own specs instead of just weird minutiae about my own reproductive organs, so I could make informed decisions about things.” Pout. … nutrient sludge nom while pouting.

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Weird minutiae about her reproductive organs. Amazing.

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"What else would you call knowing that you're missing all of the bits that could actually make a kid! Though to be fair my knowledge there is sort of - structural understanding of my sire's procedures and goals over actually knowing what precisely is going on inside this body of mine. I guess I don't know specifically that they just didn't bother putting in a uterus or ovaries, that's just what they usually do with female bodies, and I don't know why they'd do something different with this one."

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If she knew the intricacies of her own body that little pet project of hers of giving her three siblings new ones would probably go way more quickly.

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"Yeah. Though one of them was a Varjellen, so. It would not be an easy project even with full understanding of what's going on in my body. This is why I left them a deck of cards and some board games."

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Very thoughtful of her! Does time even pass the same in there?

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"I have no idea. I want to figure out some way to check on them today and find that out, in fact!"

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Makes sense.

And he is done with his nutritional sludge for the moment.

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She is too! She gives him an affectionate congratulatory kiss over it, and then goes to retrieve and put on clothes.

"So I'm still hesitant to go hunt down my hermit sister," she says thoughtfully, as she does this, "On the general principle that she doesn't seem like she wants to socialize, and that I like having all of my inside bits where they should be. So... I guess I want to figure out what kind of psychic nonsense I've got going on, and how to return to the mindscape to check on various siblings. It is probably helpful to ask their opinions about where I should go, anyway, they apparently worked with sire-dearest for a while."

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Wasn't that a very long time ago? But well, those seem like reasonable plans to Aleks, to the extent his opinion matters.

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"It was, yeah, but it's better than my zilch that I've got now. And yes, your opinion matters."

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That's probably a big part of why he's been following her around like a duckling.

"Quack quack."

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She giggles.

"Any idea where I can find experts in psychic nonsense?"

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...actually, yeah. There's this one weird bar where psychics are said to hang out. He's never been but he knows where it is.

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"Oh! Convenient, all right. I... wonder why all of the psychics hang out in a bar together. I guess it must be nice, having a designated psychic bar? I suppose I would sometimes want to hang out with other mind readers too, especially if I didn't have you."

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"Quack."

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"My very favorite duckling." Kiss!

Okay, out into the wide open world!

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The wide open world! Just walking this time, they don't need to teleport everywhere.

...though they might wish they had. As Aleks leads the way to the bar he mentioned, something draws his eyes, and he veers a bit off-course.

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A golden man, looking almost serious and somber, talking to a definitely serious and somber and most of all unamused person.

"I can help! It's what I do. But to properly investigate I need to study the murder scene."

too bad we didn't witness the murder THEN WE WOULD BE ABLE TO SOLVE IT that too

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And yes that is a murder scene. Either that or someone decided it would be fun to drop bucketfuls of human blood in a puddle, leave a severed hand in it, and draw a sinister symbol on the wall with said blood.

"That's Fulsome," says Aleks. The man who runs things down here in the Underbelly. In a certain sense.

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Fulsome, local crime lord, is so unamused with this person. This irritating golden person. He hasn't told his goons to throw this guy off a cliff, yet, but he's definitely considering it.

"Do you have literally anything concrete to offer to the investigation. Besides enthusiasm."

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Behind Aleks, the castoff eyes all of this with a frown, then stiffens when her eye catches a certain part of it.

"... Vague familiarity alert," she murmurs to Aleks. "Symbol on the wall."

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