dear_mun | Voicetesting: [canon is Transistor]

Hello!

[This looked interesting. Was it a computer program?]

Can you hear me?

Huh... So I guess someone is here after all.

( It sounds a little computer-y, but the thing that is glowing as it talks is... more a sword. Granted, a sword that looks not unlike the really bizarre love child between computer chip and a USB drive, but when he glows its a little more clear that there is a hilt on the thing. )

I can hear you just fine. So, who are you? .... I take it this isn't Cloudbank. Not unless someone really went crazy with the polls.

Incredible...an interface in the shape of a weapon. Are you trapped inside or does this form come naturally for you?

[Automan himself is a computer generated hologram with enough power to keep his form cohesive in the real world.] My name is Automan. What's your name?

I... what? ( This guy clearly knows what he's talking about... Maybe he knows a way to stop the process. )

It's not...It's not natural, no. I was... ( What happened. The Camerata had come for Red, and then—

Name? Name what is his name his name is... ) My name... I ... I don't know.

Maybe... maybe Red will ... remember.

{ Not that she'll be able to say anything about it... and ow that hurts. Why is he laughing.. It's not funny, it's not. )

Edited 2015-12-03 22:49 (UTC)

[Auto looks concerned at the laughing.]

You don't sound well. Perhaps your programming is faulty. May I?

[He runs a hand over the sword in midair, scanning the inner workings of the sword to see if he can make sense of it.]

( The 'inner workings' are a mess. Collated data of a few people, their age, name, gender, selections, but most prominent is a large volume of corrupted data. There is hardly any information to be read at all, only that the timestamp on Subject's integration coincides with timestamp of previous authenticated User relinquishing access and control. It's not just like the data, background, trace, or otherwise, can't be read, it's almost as though it doesn't want to be integrated and fixed.

Nevertheless, whatever bits and pieces that CAN be scrounged from that data are running the show, including one of the few Function's residing within the sword. )

Hey.. hey that... That... feeℓṧ ω℮ḯґd̜͇̤̆̿͝

[He stops his scan, more puzzled than when he started but not wanting to harm whatever entity belonged to this mixed up collection of data.]

Begging your pardon, I was merely attempting to ascertain your origins. I'm afraid it's only brought more questions than answers.

Are you functional as a weapon? [Someone must have made it for a purpose. The most obvious one might be the right answer.]

( The haze-y weirdness sort of lifts, and if he were himself again, he'd have blinked.)

No it's.... it's fine... Thanks ... for trying.

( Functional? Well, he's got a nice collection of Functions, stored inside, and they seem to be working just fine. Heh... Red's sure been showing the Process her chops, at least. )

Yeah, I ... I gotta few tricks up my sleeve... Been serving me 'n Red fine when... back in Cloudbank, at any rate.

Still not all the way sure what I am, really...

That ... It's the Camerata, that know that...

[Auto smirks.] They must be very good tricks, considering you don't currently have sleeves.

Perhaps I can clarify the situation for you. You are at a sort of nexus point outside your own universe. It's a curious place, one where you can meet up with anyone and anything can happen.

Who is this Red you keep talking about? A red-head perhaps?

( He may not remember his name, data and memories blending together to leave him a little disoriented, but he's. He's a fighter, he knows that much, and he's good. )

The best tricks. ( Smug glowing sword is smug. You can almost SEE the grin. )

Nexus point...? ( Yeah, even if he had taken his selections 'astrophysics' and 'multiverse theory' wouldn't have been them. But his Red? Yeah he can talk about Red. He can talk about Red all day. )

Red is... she's the best singer Cloudbank ever had to offer. They loved her, Red. She's... she's the most gorgeous person I've ever seen, and her voice... ( Her voice, that the Camerata stole. )

Sounds like you are the one in love with her.

[Auto, still curious, picks up the sword as if to test its heft. Or perhaps to see if he was allowed to do such a thing. His feedback circuits kept him always wanting to see if a thing could be done rather than if he really should do it.]

How is it you can see? Do you have a video feed?

Yeah... yeah, I am. ( So's the whole of Cloudbank, just about. Even Sybil, that creep.

The Transistor itself is heavy, but possible to lift. That isn't something that he has much control over, though Auto might find it easier to just drag it along. Red certainly did, when she wasn't fighting with it. )

Video feed... ? No.. No I don't... think so. I just... I look up to the sky and see what I see.

( ah. red smiles, the familiar concerned voice a comfort. she can't talk, they've robbed her of her voice, but she can still hum. i'm here. i'll try. she's missed him. )

Red! Red, you're all right! I- ... I wasn't sure–

( He wants to wrap his arms around her so badly, hold her close. )

We gotta get out of here, Red.

( i know. she has to finish what they started, back in cloudbank. it's the only thing that's left for her to do, that she can do, now that they've taken away her ability to sing.

he can't hold her, but she can hold him -- well, sort of. it's easy to wrap her arms around the sword, cheek pressed against the triangle hilt. cold. still. unlike him, and it hurts.

can you find a way? it's not cloudbank, but we've managed before. together they can manage here, of that red's certain. )

We .... We'll figure it out, Red. Somehow...

( Red... Red is so warm, and he thinks of mornings and bringing mugs of coffee to the table where she is working and... he can't. He can't anymore. )

Do you.... do you know where we are?

( i'll get us both out of here. she promises him that. they have unfinished business back home, even if the idea of escaping from all of that is tempting -- not yet, not yet. red sighs, a melodic puff of air as she continues to hold him. it's something. it's not enough. but he's still there, with her, and not gone from her life forever.

as for where they are. no. it has its own rules, but i haven't figured them out yet. if she voted for weather, would it change? or is it just as ineffectual as it would have been there? )

I know you will, Red.

Heh, me neither. But I guess we'll find out, eventually.

( He'd paint the sky for you, Red, a bright sapphire blue with golden streaks in the sky. Wouldn't be as pretty as Farrah's but. Heh, all the things he can't change. )

You got a next step in mind?

Edited 2015-12-04 01:44 (UTC)

( survive whatever this place will throw at them. her affirmative hum rings loud and clear, bright in the place they've found themselves. can you still access the functions? red's hesitant to trust anything but him here, and knowing that they've still got the power to fight back would go a long way to putting her mind at ease.

finding out how we got here, and why. if they know that then maybe they can use that to find a way back. and maybe it will help her find a way to help him. )

Yeah I... I got 'em here. All my punches. Heh.

( He's a functional weapon, all those functions nice and tidy and ready to be used. )

I don't know if there was a reason, Red... I think we're just... here.

( just here she echoes, hollow and forlorn. if they're just here, what does that mean for them? for getting out of here. but she has him, she reminds herself, she will always have him.

and if they can deal with cloudbank, they can deal with this. then we find the how. find it and reverse it. )

[Red has been around long enough that she's had time to find ways around the no-talking problem. She just smiles sadly, but she has a pen and a notepad tucked into ~~his~~ her coat pocket, and she tugs them out and scribbles something, then holds it up hoping he can see.]

Hi.

Red! Red... Hi.

( She's here and she's safe and she's figuring it out. That's his Red. She could always take care of herself. He can just make out the notepad, and it makes him want to smile. )

Got this figured out, huh?

[She just nods faintly, shifting some to lean back against him and holding up the notepad.]

I've had a lot of time to think about it.

( Leaning together like this just... just isn't the same. Damn does he miss her. )

A lot of time... Red...

How long have you been here, Red? ( If he left her... If she's been alone... ) And where is here, anyway?

...

...Any chance we're near Junction Jan's?

( In the scheme of things, it's a pretty terribe joke, but it's the best he's got, for hte moment. )

Edited 2015-12-03 23:33 (UTC)

[That gets a soft, tired laugh out of her. And hey, apparently that still makes noise, so that's nice. But then she shrugs, a slightly exaggerated motion as if to say 'who knows where we are?']

It's not Cloudbank, that's good enough.

Heh. Fair enough...

Hey, Red... Remember when we'd pretend we'd go travelling some day?

Guess that wish came true, huh.

Got somewhere to go?

[ Sybil looks... rather taken aback to see him of all people. Then again she herself is neither dead nor integrated here so perhaps she shouldn't be. ]

Oh, my dear. [ Her voice drips with a false sweetness, not even convincing to her own ears. Not when it's him. ] It might be best for you to turn around and go back to Cloudbank!

Or... I could turn you around with a fist to the face. ( Not that... he is sure he can do that, to be honest. He's still pretty tied to the Transistor. Damn her. Damn all of them. The Camerata, messing with things they shouldn't. )

Not that there is really anything left of Cloudbank. I gotta admit. You were pretty successful in keeping everything from changing. Lovely white and red uniform blocks of buildings, parks, trees, people.

( Red where is REd is she safe? At least she's away from THIS one. Sybil. But if she's here, the rest... the rest might be, as well. )

Now now. While you're like that I can't imagine you can do much of anything.

[ It's a sore spot for Sybil as well. Sybil's plan... the trust and ambition she betrayed to achieve it all in order to get Her, and there's not much to show for it but destruction and failure. Emboldened however, Sybil takes a few dainty steps closer for a look at the Transistor itself. ]

...You know that we only ever had the best of intentions at heart.

[ For once Sybil's response is subdued, regret creeping into the edges of her voice against her wishes. Meanwhile, she touches the interface of the Transistor inquisitively. ]

You wanna bet? ( This place is weird. If he tried hard enough, he might just manage to project himself solid enough.

Best intentions. Yeah, sure.

Except... except... he can believe that. Even if it was one fucked-up way to get there. None of them would have wanted what Cloudbank became. Except, maybe, Bracket. He still does not understand what is going on in that man's head. )

Murdering people seems like a pretty shit way to go about it.

( Lets start there, shall we? )

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arrives 15 minutes late with starbucks in hand

/shrieking in delight

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