http://machinespirits.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] machinespirits.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-12-13 01:40 am

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Thaddos was doing nothing more than milling around. He could hear the Machine Spirits wailing in his head, and he hated it. So, that was the reason he was doing nothing at all. He couldn't find the machines.

What a Tech Priest he turned out to be!

His mechadendrites twitched anxiously, the only outward signs of his distress. His vox unit spit out rapid sentences of Machine Cant, which might mean everything from 'where are you, honourable Machine Spirits?' or 'Skak this.'

[identity profile] domeanthings.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Tex, meanwhile, relaxed a little as the mechadendrites huddled in. It meant less chance of being poked at.

"...Somehow? I have this feeling that Stacy wouldn't let you touch anything."

[identity profile] domeanthings.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Tex was able to shrug, and did so. "Then take it up with Stacy. That's not exactly my department."

[identity profile] domeanthings.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Try yelling. Either she'll eventually answer, or you'll know she doesn't want to talk."

The tentacles get a glare. "And buddy? Keep those things to yourself."

[identity profile] domeanthings.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't," Tex snaps back. "Keep them back."

[identity profile] domeanthings.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"You're not the only one with tentacles here," she grumbles at him. "Keep poking people? You're asking to get whacked eventually."