Washington | Southern Forest
The little creature moved slightly back as Trace did as well, however, the kneeling position relaxed the creature a little, and the hand being raised increased their curiosity substantially. They approached silently, reaching out a little stubby arm for the Trace's arm. They first poked it experimentally, before rubbing it slightly. It was warm. Something they hadn't felt before on something. Everything was cold here, though it didn't quite realize it fully, their body unfeeling of the biting cold. It was normal for them.
Plus, it was soft. Not like the endless masks of hard, sometimes broken material, this was different. A soft, pliable material, squishy and completely foreign to the small vessel. It tilted it's head at this before looking to Trace once more, it's mask devoid of any features to show emotion. It's feelings could be a wildcard. If it even had such things, but it's curiosity was undeniable.
Infinite Project | (IC)
11/01/2017, 12:36 AM #241
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
11/01/2017, 01:28 AM #242
Washington | Southern Forest
Hollow's features still perplexed Trace. Nothing she had in her vast databases could identify what it was. The developing organic thoughts prompted another peculiar response from Trace: she slowly moved a finger to the center point of Hollow's mask, near where one would guess a nose would be.
*boop*
She gently poked Hollow's mask, noting the texture and hardness. It didn't match anything she knew of. Eventually, her mechanical mind exhausted all possibilities and she defaulted to interacting to the creature in a different way. Her logic carried her to the next possibility: communicate with it.
"Hello." Trace's voice, while it sounded gentle and organic like that of a human, also carried a mechanical undertone.
Hollow's features still perplexed Trace. Nothing she had in her vast databases could identify what it was. The developing organic thoughts prompted another peculiar response from Trace: she slowly moved a finger to the center point of Hollow's mask, near where one would guess a nose would be.
*boop*
She gently poked Hollow's mask, noting the texture and hardness. It didn't match anything she knew of. Eventually, her mechanical mind exhausted all possibilities and she defaulted to interacting to the creature in a different way. Her logic carried her to the next possibility: communicate with it.
"Hello." Trace's voice, while it sounded gentle and organic like that of a human, also carried a mechanical undertone.
11/01/2017, 01:38 AM #243
Washington | Southern Forest
Oh, words. the little creature somewhat knew those. Hundreds of memories from hundreds of brothers and sisters bounced in their head like cue balls. Hello. That was a word. What did it mean? They scanned through the memories, finding a few. A greeting of some description. Oh, they were starting conversation. The creature realized this and tilted their head to the other side.
They then rose a little arm, pointing towards Trace's mouth, and then back to their mask, where a mouth would be if they had one. Finally, they gently shook their head. They hoped this human, or human-like fellow would understand their meaning.
Oh, words. the little creature somewhat knew those. Hundreds of memories from hundreds of brothers and sisters bounced in their head like cue balls. Hello. That was a word. What did it mean? They scanned through the memories, finding a few. A greeting of some description. Oh, they were starting conversation. The creature realized this and tilted their head to the other side.
They then rose a little arm, pointing towards Trace's mouth, and then back to their mask, where a mouth would be if they had one. Finally, they gently shook their head. They hoped this human, or human-like fellow would understand their meaning.
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
11/01/2017, 04:11 AM #244
Project Esper | Hallway
Jason seemed to almost flinch from the invasion of his mind. In truth, there were some secrets Jason didn't want Network to know, especially since he needed to remain anonymous for not only his sake, but possibly everyone else's as well. He was to be a ghost until he made it home. Wanting to try and find something to say, Jason brought up whatever words he could think of to move the conversation.
"Alright then. I understand.", Jason said.
Jason seemed to almost flinch from the invasion of his mind. In truth, there were some secrets Jason didn't want Network to know, especially since he needed to remain anonymous for not only his sake, but possibly everyone else's as well. He was to be a ghost until he made it home. Wanting to try and find something to say, Jason brought up whatever words he could think of to move the conversation.
"Alright then. I understand.", Jason said.
Originally posted by S121
Every time I see a new post on the Forum, I feel like a little kid during Christmas, all giddy.
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11/01/2017, 04:24 AM #245
Project Esper | Hallway
Raina gave Jason a small smile before turning her chair around again and starting to head towards the computer lab. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hold oyu up any longer than I had too. It's just a bit further." she assured him, seeming oddly chipper for someone in her situation. The room ahead of them was a computer lab, not a very special one, it seemed more for gaming and general fun than a work place. However Jason would have been able to see another room past the entrance on the left side wall of the lab. As he got closer, he may have even seen his rifle tilted up against the wall. In the event he did see it, he would have seen it very much the way he saw it last. Whoever this girl was, she had done an excellent job of putting it back together. In fact it was cleaner now than when Jason had it last.
Meanwhile Stalker gave Jenny's hand a small tug, letting her know he was moving forward again. The heavy steel doors would have stayed open, at least for now since Raina didn't want Jason to think he was trapped in here.
Raina gave Jason a small smile before turning her chair around again and starting to head towards the computer lab. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hold oyu up any longer than I had too. It's just a bit further." she assured him, seeming oddly chipper for someone in her situation. The room ahead of them was a computer lab, not a very special one, it seemed more for gaming and general fun than a work place. However Jason would have been able to see another room past the entrance on the left side wall of the lab. As he got closer, he may have even seen his rifle tilted up against the wall. In the event he did see it, he would have seen it very much the way he saw it last. Whoever this girl was, she had done an excellent job of putting it back together. In fact it was cleaner now than when Jason had it last.
Meanwhile Stalker gave Jenny's hand a small tug, letting her know he was moving forward again. The heavy steel doors would have stayed open, at least for now since Raina didn't want Jason to think he was trapped in here.
11/01/2017, 05:16 AM #246
Project Esper | Hallway
Jason couldn't really make heads or tails of this girl. First she seemed somewhat neutral, and the next she was cheery. Was it anything she saw in his head? He didn't really know, but the sooner he could get his weapons, the better. Once he caught sight of his assault rifle, he made a beeline for it. If Network read his mind, she would have known he had no ill intentions at the moment. All he wanted to do was see if they had been tampered with or not.
Meanwhile, Jennifer followed alongside Stalker as they followed Network and Jason. Once they were in the same room as those two, Jennifer looked over to where Network had laid the guns and then back to them. To her surprise though, Jason had suddenly moved after his weapons, leaving Jen tense. Not wanting to risk anything, Jennifer placed a hand on one of her pistols and was ready to place a barrier on Network. If things really did go south, she was not going to let it end in the death of her family.
Jason couldn't really make heads or tails of this girl. First she seemed somewhat neutral, and the next she was cheery. Was it anything she saw in his head? He didn't really know, but the sooner he could get his weapons, the better. Once he caught sight of his assault rifle, he made a beeline for it. If Network read his mind, she would have known he had no ill intentions at the moment. All he wanted to do was see if they had been tampered with or not.
Meanwhile, Jennifer followed alongside Stalker as they followed Network and Jason. Once they were in the same room as those two, Jennifer looked over to where Network had laid the guns and then back to them. To her surprise though, Jason had suddenly moved after his weapons, leaving Jen tense. Not wanting to risk anything, Jennifer placed a hand on one of her pistols and was ready to place a barrier on Network. If things really did go south, she was not going to let it end in the death of her family.
Originally posted by S121
Every time I see a new post on the Forum, I feel like a little kid during Christmas, all giddy.
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11/01/2017, 05:28 AM #247
Project Esper | Hallway
When Jason made it to the lab, he would have seen a rather impressive quantum computer. Although it didn't seem to be doing anything at the moment. Inside he would also find the rest of his guns. All of them were put together exactly the way he would have remembered them, even better they had been cleaned. Network actually followed him inside, but not before sending a short mental message to Jenny and Stalker. "It's okay" the message said as she tried to calm both her friends down. Network rolled up to her computer before rotating her chair to face Jason again. "There you are, everything just as you left it." she said allowed, hoping that this proved she held no ill intent.
Stalker had stopped in the same spot as Jenny. When they were there he finally let go oh Jenny's hand, knowing she would need both if she were to engage the enemy now. However so long as Jenny stayed in the same spot she would be easy to cloak.
When Jason made it to the lab, he would have seen a rather impressive quantum computer. Although it didn't seem to be doing anything at the moment. Inside he would also find the rest of his guns. All of them were put together exactly the way he would have remembered them, even better they had been cleaned. Network actually followed him inside, but not before sending a short mental message to Jenny and Stalker. "It's okay" the message said as she tried to calm both her friends down. Network rolled up to her computer before rotating her chair to face Jason again. "There you are, everything just as you left it." she said allowed, hoping that this proved she held no ill intent.
Stalker had stopped in the same spot as Jenny. When they were there he finally let go oh Jenny's hand, knowing she would need both if she were to engage the enemy now. However so long as Jenny stayed in the same spot she would be easy to cloak.
11/02/2017, 12:54 AM #248
Washington | Southern Forest
The comprehension came to Trace after a moment of piecing together all possibilities and settling on the most logical of them all: the creature couldn't communicate by vocalizations. From that, she came to the conclusion that she would have to resort to asking simple yes-or-no questions or questions basic enough for the creature to communicate by indication, as it did.
"You can't speak, but you can understand." Trace said this in her monotone, matter-of-fact voice. It was the logical conclusion for her to derive from what occurred. She then chose randomly from a list of questions she generated to ask the creature to help her understand what it was. "Do you live here?"
The comprehension came to Trace after a moment of piecing together all possibilities and settling on the most logical of them all: the creature couldn't communicate by vocalizations. From that, she came to the conclusion that she would have to resort to asking simple yes-or-no questions or questions basic enough for the creature to communicate by indication, as it did.
"You can't speak, but you can understand." Trace said this in her monotone, matter-of-fact voice. It was the logical conclusion for her to derive from what occurred. She then chose randomly from a list of questions she generated to ask the creature to help her understand what it was. "Do you live here?"
11/02/2017, 04:52 PM #249
Washington | Southern Forest
The creature nodded to their first statement. They could understand, even if their knowledge was sub-par, to say the least. The trickling of memories and voices helped considerably. Then, they tilted their head at their next question. Where did they live? Nowhere was the closest answer they could think of, unless they considered that silo their home, which it undoubtedly wasn't.
They shook their head after a small time before looking back to the human in front of them.
The creature nodded to their first statement. They could understand, even if their knowledge was sub-par, to say the least. The trickling of memories and voices helped considerably. Then, they tilted their head at their next question. Where did they live? Nowhere was the closest answer they could think of, unless they considered that silo their home, which it undoubtedly wasn't.
They shook their head after a small time before looking back to the human in front of them.
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
11/03/2017, 01:15 AM #250
Washington | Southern Forest
"You don't live here." Trace blinked and, right before she continued, suddenly seemed to freeze, with her head turned slightly, listening. "Search Helicopter. The soldiers are still looking for me."
"I need to go." She started to get up, but stopped. In the distance, the sound of the helicopter approaching grew louder. Trace turned back to the creature, a foreign idea entered her mind. "Do you want to come with me?"
She didn't know why she asked that question. Trace looked into her Encephalon, tracing back the origin of the question, finding a portion that was masked in a sort of mist. She reached out to it, only to find a barrier. A part of her mind was sealed off to her.
"You don't live here." Trace blinked and, right before she continued, suddenly seemed to freeze, with her head turned slightly, listening. "Search Helicopter. The soldiers are still looking for me."
"I need to go." She started to get up, but stopped. In the distance, the sound of the helicopter approaching grew louder. Trace turned back to the creature, a foreign idea entered her mind. "Do you want to come with me?"
She didn't know why she asked that question. Trace looked into her Encephalon, tracing back the origin of the question, finding a portion that was masked in a sort of mist. She reached out to it, only to find a barrier. A part of her mind was sealed off to her.