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queenofheartsrp2011-07-10 04:20 pm
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[The words drift up from what appears to be a young girl lying amongst the flowers, garbed in the white gown of a new arrival. There's a brief pause when she finishes speaking; then, she stands and walks toward where her possessions have been laid out, no hesitation in her step. She's drawn to them by a nebulous sort of knowing, always aware of the location of her Idea Engine.]
[When said Idea Engine responds to her presence—by floating from the ground and hovering behind her, of course—she pays it no mind. That's what it was expected to do, after all. Instead, she turns her attention to the leotard and cloak-like garb folded neatly on the ground, and then—]
[riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip]
[—she simply tears the white dress down the middle, ripping it from her own body. She's naked underneath, but that doesn't seem to bother her at all as she dresses. When that's done, she speaks three simple words—]
Initiating combat mode.
[—and the Idea Engine behind her seems to break apart, separating into a million little pieces that float in the air, circling her for a moment, before snapping together to form what appears to be a suit of armor. Then, she speaks again.]
Verifying location... Verifying... Verifying... Location cannot be verified. Analyzing situation... Analyzing... Situation undetermined. Attempting to establish communications link... Unable to establish connection. Engaging automatic mode...
[The words drift up from what appears to be a young girl lying amongst the flowers, garbed in the white gown of a new arrival. There's a brief pause when she finishes speaking; then, she stands and walks toward where her possessions have been laid out, no hesitation in her step. She's drawn to them by a nebulous sort of knowing, always aware of the location of her Idea Engine.]
[When said Idea Engine responds to her presence—by floating from the ground and hovering behind her, of course—she pays it no mind. That's what it was expected to do, after all. Instead, she turns her attention to the leotard and cloak-like garb folded neatly on the ground, and then—]
[riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip]
[—she simply tears the white dress down the middle, ripping it from her own body. She's naked underneath, but that doesn't seem to bother her at all as she dresses. When that's done, she speaks three simple words—]
Initiating combat mode.
[—and the Idea Engine behind her seems to break apart, separating into a million little pieces that float in the air, circling her for a moment, before snapping together to form what appears to be a suit of armor. Then, she speaks again.]
Verifying location... Verifying... Verifying... Location cannot be verified. Analyzing situation... Analyzing... Situation undetermined. Attempting to establish communications link... Unable to establish connection. Engaging automatic mode...
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... Or did you need more than that?
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Yes. The latitude and longitude of my current location is required to perform a spacial transfer. [For large jumps, at least.]
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... I don't think anyone here knows those.
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... Inconvenient.
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