bc56 wrote: ↑Dec 11, 2022 1:46 am
Outside Space and Time
"Yes, miss Cortez, I'm afraid you've died. Most people call this place Limbo, if they're aware of it. But only a very small minority of the dead wind up here. You should consider yourself lucky." Fate gestures behind her.
"Under normal circumstances, you would just continue down that passage behind you and reach whatever afterlife you're destined for. However, I've pulled some strings because, in all honesty, you're useful to Sekhmet, my Chosen One, and that means you're useful to me." He pauses for dramatic effect.
"Feel free to turn around and walk out if you want. Far be it from me to force you out of your eternal rest. But if you're interested, I have options by which you could return to the world of the living." he gestures to the three doors behind him.
]Outside Space and Time[
"...Hm." Miranda holds a hand to her chin, already quite perplexed by the idea. This "Limbo" already contradicted quite a few things she believed about the afterlife, and as such, put her in a bit of an awkward position. Would moving on from here to the great hereafter be right? She might have many more years ahead of her, or this might actually be her time to go, in which case taking Fate's offer would be wrong, and-
Okay she's not sure if that's the concussion or not, but she's already got a huge headache.
Miranda lets out a little sigh and closes her eyes. Okay, new approach. Forget what the right
thing is. As long as she's operating for the right
reasons, she's doing okay, right?
And she knows what the right reasons are, yeah?
"...I don't think I'm done helping Sekhmet yet. Or anybody else in the Nexus, for that matter." She says quietly. "So tell me, what do you have in mind?"
Gold wrote: ↑Dec 11, 2022 8:43 pm
[Junkyard]
In the distance, the unmistakable blare of a Q2B siren can be heard. The sound gets closer and closer until its source is finally revealed: a large, modern-looking red firetruck (more specifically a ladder truck) that pulls into the junkyard and comes to a stop, headlights shining upon the fake TARBot and Systerhood thugs as the siren winds down.
The engine, and lights, turn off as the driver's seat door swings open. Nobody steps out yet, but a megaphone-boosted voice begins barking
"Hey! You two! Step away from the blue robot! That's a fire warning! So, walk away and leave him there, or you will get set on fire! I'm not fucking kidding!"
[Junkyard]
The two dummy-bots stare at each other for a moment, silently communicating. Is this guy for real? Does he not notice that they're robots and don't have much to fear from a fire?
Of course not. That's not genuine concern. That's an attempt to scare them away from their prize.
The two turn back to the firetruck and, in perfect sync, chorus their reply to the driver.
"Sod off."
Who're you? ...Don't matter.
Want some rye? Course ya do!
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
Damn few,
And they're aaaaall dead.