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no_fastolfe[The image cuts on, and the first thing that can be seen is a black bill descending rapidly to punch the keys. Viciously. A canada goose eyes the screen with the malice generally expected of geese.
Non-animals will hear angry hissing and the occasional honk as the creature flaps angrily.
Animals will hear:]
AAAAAH WHAT IS THIS HOW DARE YOU AAAAAAAH MADNESS AND TORTURE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
[In the dulcet tones of one Vasilia Aliena. Her first flood had to happen some time]
Non-animals will hear angry hissing and the occasional honk as the creature flaps angrily.
Animals will hear:]
AAAAAH WHAT IS THIS HOW DARE YOU AAAAAAAH MADNESS AND TORTURE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
[In the dulcet tones of one Vasilia Aliena. Her first flood had to happen some time]
Private, text/video.
Date: 2011-07-31 06:36 am (UTC)[Well, she's right on one count at least. The feed switches to video sometime after she starts shrieking and there's a hawk staring out of intently.
A hawk that has Rinzler's voice, at least.]
Stop. Be calm.
Location?
Re: Private, text/video.
Date: 2011-07-31 06:40 am (UTC)I AM. In my quarters.
[There's a flurry of preening, of setting herself in order]
I can activate the door; I am compelled to eat plant life, I can find the garden. But what is the POINT! I don't-- I don't have HANDS--! My work! I can't read! I can't do anything!
Private, video.
Date: 2011-07-31 06:47 am (UTC)[The slight change of his tone makes of the word a suggestion.]
A flood. Two more-- [Those great black eyes nictitate as he searches for the User measure of time.] days.
Survive. Be calm.
Be sane.
I will give you a gift.
[From him, this is a speech.]
Private, video.
Date: 2011-07-31 06:50 am (UTC)[Her wings ruffle]
I do not know if I can sustain for two days.
[She'll deny it like she's paid to do so, once she's recovered-- deny even more that there was any pleading in her voice, or reaching out in her intent. She doesn't like this body, and doesn't like the paranoid backbrain conviction that Rinzler is waiting to snatch one of her children. She has to remind herself that she doesn't have children and it doesn't always help]
Private, video.
Date: 2011-07-31 07:05 am (UTC)Happened. Before. Users desensitized.
[He makes a noise that is not quite his not-laugh and not quite a hawk's ugly screech.]
But never plan. These. [Tink, tink goes his beak on the screen again.] Still require User hands. User voices.
Two days. I fixed it.
Private, video
Date: 2011-07-31 07:10 am (UTC)But she's not paranoid or anything.]
This body-
[That's it, a scapegoat]
-is prone to excess emotion. Fear. Territorialism. Possessiveness. I am -- unsure. How to process this lack of control. It feels as if it will never come back. I am no longer-- my household robots would not obey me even if they were here. I am insignificant.
[There's a distinct droop around the wing pinions; she's deflated, knocked down from angry puffed-up posturing to just tired, confused goose]
Private, video
Date: 2011-07-31 07:36 am (UTC)He has no sense of it, of course, but he'd gotten lucky this time around: A hawk was a born predator, and this sort of hawk understood the idea of "allies". Even if they looked a little odd. (And edible.)]
Insignificant. Yes.
[He gapes his beak soundlessly, a hawk's smile.]
That is how they win.
Beat them.
Private, video
Date: 2011-07-31 07:40 am (UTC)Of course.
She'll worry about Rinzler's grasp of her psychological quirks later]
Yes.
[Bill up]
Yes; they want resignation.
[She was young and less hateful once. She remembers this awkward, small feeling, the one of uncomplicated gratitude]
--Thank you.
[It's a little rusty, and she immediately starts focusing on preening a very recalcitrant stray feather on her back rather than the screen.]
Private, video.
Date: 2011-07-31 08:03 am (UTC)It's been mostly instinct. But his instincts have always been keen.
He gives a pleased nod to her thanks, rousing his own feathers.]
Yes. [Of course. He'd do it again if he had to.] Win.
[With that, he hops out of the frame of the camera, leaning back in to it once to tap some unseen button with his beak and cut the feed.]