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[The Operator begins to unfurl his arms, to very much inhuman lengths, almost as if awaiting an embrace.]

whynot

STAY

[ Annette just stares, and then takes a BIG step backwards. No hugs for you, dude. Ever. ]

I-I...I have to... make dinner for my husband. Or something along those lines...

[ :'( Annette that hurts. It hurts a lot.]

sonicehere

nicehere

STAY

[If Annette dares to blink at all during this, she may or may not notice that he's a foot or so closer than he was before.]

[ She's sorry. Sort of. SORRY MAN SHE HASN'T HAD A LOT OF LUCK WITH MONSTERS AND THINGS.

Oh, oh hey. Look at how close he is now. ]

Nononono, you stay right where you are. It-- it isn't that nice here. You can stay here, by yourself. That would be the best, I think...

[Yes, look how close he is now. An eerie, low hum may fill Annette's ears as the Operator just stands there and stares at her. Almost as if willing her to come closer. Come on over, come to your death~]

[ NOPE. She points an accusing finger in his direction, eyes narrowing DEFIANTLY. ]

I know what you are doing. Stop that right now! This is certainly no way to treat a lady, do you hear me? I swear to it, my husband will not be pleased. H-he hunts monsters like you!

[What, him? Annette the Operator is just a great ladies man, that's all. :(

He tilts his head again at her, daring to come just a bit closer.]

comecloser

[ NATURALLY. But Annette does not like ladies man... men. Especially this one. Back to your bachelor pad with you!

She quickly shakes her head at him, taking another step backwards. She kind of wants to run the hell away but she's afraid to turn her back on him. ]

No. G-go away.

[SIGH and he just pimped it out, too.

But regarding more serious matters, Annette may or may not notice that the Operator seems... taller than he did a second ago. And the eerie hum he's been making has gotten lower, louder, and there's a hint of static to it that clings to the skin as he stretches his arms out longer.

Running backward might be a good option here.]

[Damn straight he's not pleased. Though, at least he doesn't have to fight zombies and werewolves this time... Nevertheless, it's with great agitation that he finally tracks down his wife and this... humanoid aberration.

He's in front of her in a flash, whip drawn. He knows of this creature. In fact, a somewhat tsundere version of it occasionally pays visits to his mun's headspace.]

Die, monster! You don't belong in this world!

[~~Because why ruin a good thing?~~]

[...Well. THIS is certainly a surprise, though of course the concept isn't new to the Operator. Humans try to lunge in and save one another all the time; they fought hard for their loved ones, their friends and families.

The Operator stares back impassively at this interloper, before filling the air with a light crackle of static. Come on, man. He just wants a quick snack of your wife, that's not too much to ask, is it?]

[ HAH. EAT THAT, MAN. She releases a sigh of relief, but dammit that noise and that static -- it's almost too much. ]

Richter, thank goodness! Please be careful, this... thing is um. Different.

[ YOU WILL NOT BE FEASTING UPON ANNETTE'S DELICIOUS SOUL TONIGHT. ]

[Dammit Annette they always want to eat you what's even up with that. But he can pick up on the static, and it's worrying.]

I can see that. Step back, Annette.

[And with that he snaps his whip forward. It's likely disruptive to the static, what with having a soul in it and all that. But whether or not it has any effect on the Operator himself remains to be seen.]

[The Operator feels the soul inside that weapon disrupting the static that emanates from his very being. It's a bit surprising; he's all too used to conventional weapons like guns, bats, clubs, the typical gamut of things available to his victims.

He manages to teleport out of the way of the whip striking, driven back a few feet. And though he may not have the features to express it, he's annoyed. He speaks inside Richter's mind, using an invasive wave of telepathy:]

different

fromtheothers.

[Because well, not every human goes around wielding a whip with a soul in it.]

[ Annette nods and does as she's told, but she doesn't ever take her gaze off of the Operator. She sees you, man. She sees you. ]

Thank you, dear... oh, please be careful! This isn't like a vampire...

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