Entry tags:
Landed Fish
Who: Orphaner Dualscar, Signless, Expatriate Darkleer
Where: The plaza
When: Now! Dualscar is respawning
Style: Prose if that's OK with you guys?
Status: Closed, though I may do an open one or network post or something with DS later.
Dualscar was pretty disoriented as he arrived in the plaza. He fell to his knees, choking on his gasps, his gills opening with a popping sound and his fins stiff with terror as he scrabbled at his own, unmarked throat.
The last thing he remembered was getting his throat ripped out by the Grand Highblood's teeth. It took a few moments for his body to realize that he actually could breathe, and that he wasn't dying horribly.
Where: The plaza
When: Now! Dualscar is respawning
Style: Prose if that's OK with you guys?
Status: Closed, though I may do an open one or network post or something with DS later.
Dualscar was pretty disoriented as he arrived in the plaza. He fell to his knees, choking on his gasps, his gills opening with a popping sound and his fins stiff with terror as he scrabbled at his own, unmarked throat.
The last thing he remembered was getting his throat ripped out by the Grand Highblood's teeth. It took a few moments for his body to realize that he actually could breathe, and that he wasn't dying horribly.

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Oh dear. Oh fiddlesticks. This was a bad idea and he should have listened to his past self.
Very, very carefully, he pulls back just enough to avoid the kiss. "Sir?" Oh god how is he supposed to explain this.
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"I just mean, I appreciate all a the help you'vve showwn me today," he says awkwardly. "Noww tell me howw to use this little devvice."
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Breathing in quiet and deep, he nods. Right, explain the robot and then abscond.
"It's mostly self-automated. It recognizes the specific individual it has been assigned to watch and makes sure to stay in close contact and visual range. I'm still working on the AI- it's nothing extraordinary, simply enough to recognize when its charge is in danger or is in physical pain. I'm going to make changes so that it can be changed briefly for sparring sessions or duals, but that is still a work in process. This is simply a beta."
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"Wwhat kinds a information does it transmit, and wwhere?" he asks, because the fact that Darkleer might want to spy on him for more than just his physical safety is certainly a possibility. He sneaks out a foot and rubs it against Darkleer's leg where it's folded under, just a subtle caress.
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Uh.
That is unnecessary. Darkleer... thinks...
A shiver goes up his spine at that foot and Darkleer's eyes twitches behind the safety of his glasses. Why in god's name did he let himself kneel? "Most of the information it observes, it keeps to itself, with an exception. That would be its location. I'm the only one who can access that information at all times, although I doubt I'll ever have cause to. I plan on making a receiver for the local defense force so that when it sees that its charge is in danger, it can alert capable individuals."
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Dualscar nods, frowning faintly. He's not entirely sure he likes being monitored, but if it would keep him from getting killed again, he's willing to put up with it. "I'll be trustin' you to keep that information to yourself," he says quietly.
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Darkleer answers the question smoothly. "Of course." Besides, he has the robot that's probably still keeping Dualscar's hive tidy to spy on him, silly seadweller. "Now, I'm sure you've had a... traumatic morning, sir. You should go rest until your nerves have calmed." AKA please do this thing so I can abscond.
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He sets the firefly on his shoulder, not sure what else to do with it, and nods. "I suppose I havve." He smiles, and pats Darkleer on the shoulder. "Wwe'll see each other again, soon, no doubt?" There was just a tiny uplift of a question there.
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Finally rising to his feet, Darkleer wonders once again just how to break this off. Cleanly. Neatly. Is there even a way? For now, he just bows his head obediently. Maybe if he just keeps this strictly professional, it will get through? "I'm certain we will, sir. Rest well."
The mechanical bug whirs its wings in quiet acknowledgment and Darkleer turns to leave.