Ryn Coughlan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dontfeartheme) wrote2011-10-22 10:04 pm
dontfeartheme) wrote2011-10-22 10:04 pm
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And I thought these goddamn things couldn't get creepier. Has anyone else come up with a better idea for why these things look like people they shouldn't, yet? Because I've still just got that this creep's been watching us before we got here, long enough to know what their faces look like, and that's just unsettling as hell.
[There's a pause there.]
If one more fucking pumpkin whines at me for not saving them or bitches at me about something I don't even fucking understand, I'm just smashing the lot of them.
Actually, shit, I think I'll just do that anyway.
[She'll be leaving the line of pumpkins for the people here entirely alone, though. She'll not be smashing anything that looks like her, or any of the other people here, until she knows the effect that destroying it will have. Random NPC pumpkins, though, sure. Reply via journal, or pester her while smashing?]
[There's a pause there.]
If one more fucking pumpkin whines at me for not saving them or bitches at me about something I don't even fucking understand, I'm just smashing the lot of them.
Actually, shit, I think I'll just do that anyway.
[She'll be leaving the line of pumpkins for the people here entirely alone, though. She'll not be smashing anything that looks like her, or any of the other people here, until she knows the effect that destroying it will have. Random NPC pumpkins, though, sure. Reply via journal, or pester her while smashing?]
[comment log] Sup dawg
It’s an upgrade of a prototype that I designed when I was a child.
[He eyes the pumpkins that he’s destroying – his is somewhere off to his left, still whispering his failures for all to hear, mocking him even now.
His expression narrows and he clutches his gun briefly, but doesn’t move in that direction.]
Agreed wholeheartedly, Miss Ryn.
[comment log] <3
[And she gives a bit of an impressed whistle.]
As a kid? You started early, didn't you? All I had to work on as a kid was my dad's boat.
[Her own expression darkens a bit at that. Normally she has no problem talking about her dad, but finding his pumpkin made it a little bit harder.
She catches his movements, but doesn't comment on them. This shit is ridiculous enough without her prying into things.]
Just more proof that you're one of the smartest ones in this fucking place.
[comment log]
[A nod.]
Of course. While the other soft headed fools in my class were singing the Itsy Bitsy Spee-ider, I was learning to dehydrate and rehydrate animate objects at will. [With a deft flick he changes the function of the gun back to dehydrate and promptly turns a pumpkin into a little cube.]
A bit like that, only I used my ah. Loyal henchfish as a bit of a guinea pig.
[His thoughts are brought full circle and away from the pumpkins with that comment and he preens a little, puffing up a bit like a peacock.]
Well, of course I am. I am a genius, after all. A criminally gifted one at that, if I do say so myself.
[comment log]
[Though she's keeping the iPod for herself. There's music and pictures on there, it's at least good for something. Not that there's not a few pictures on her phone, but those are less important.
And hello, little pumpkin cube. The bit of impressed jealousy is back, now. Between his awesome gun and now a henchfish - which she doesn't kind kind of cute at all - he's rather effectively distracted her from her anger.]
I bet your henchfish protested being used as a guinea pig a hell of a lot less than my dad protested me tinkering with his crap.
[She smirks slightly at that.]
No arguments from me. And not just because you agreed with me, or because half the people here don't even know what the hell a car is.
[comment log]
Aha, well. You obviously didn't know Minion, then. [Granted, Minion didn't complain much until they'd grown up...
And he catches that look, and oh dammit Ryn he can't help but show off.]
I've got a few little tricks up my sleeve - would you like to see another? [IT's helping him, too.]
[comment log]
Sure. Stop by my room whenever you want, I'll hand it over. If you manage to do anything with the damn thing, though, you've got to show me.
[His henchfish is named Minion? That's - not at all adorable. Nope. It is kind of awesome, though.]
Aren't minions supposed to come along with minimal protesting?
[And then she grins.]
Hell, yeah.
[comment log]
[He is giddy, so giddy; and then he's nodding frantically, eyes wide--]
Yes yes, of course, anything I come up with is fair game, certainly I'll show you.
[Of course his henchfish is named Minion. What else would he be called. Gosh Ryn.]
You would think, right?! There is no limit with him, though. You'd quite like him, I think. [Of course, he's...quickly realizing Ryn is...probably the first person at the Keep to really hear any mention of Minion.]
Right, well. [He slides the gun back into it's holster - it needs time to recharge itself anyway - he's found that here he needs longer spells between uses for it to recharge itself. Irritating, that.]
Recently we were, ah...gifted with various objects from out home, and. Well. I happened to receive one of my earlier inventions. I call it the Retro Ray.
[He gestures excitedly - come along, Ryn - follow the spider to his parlor.]
[comment log]
Fair trade, then.
[Of course. How silly of her. But there's a slight chuckle at that.]
Shame I can't meet him, then. I suppose agreeing to be a guinea pig accompanied by a never ending string of complaints is better than no guinea pig at all.
[Which is why she used to do a lot of her projects in secret, back when she was younger. Her dad or boss might've whinged at her about it, but by the time they found out, they couldn't have stopped her. And that's all right - Megamind's pretty much the first person here she's really mentioned much of anything in depth about the place she'd come from.]
Did you? Is this something that happens often, or was it just the one time?
[She's follow along eagerly after him as she asks - she's more than happy to head into the spider's web if it means getting to see more things that were invented after the 13th century.]
[comment log]
So far, it's only been a one time thing. A man can dream, though.
[Come along, Ryn - he hasn't got all day, you know.
He leads her directly to his room, fumbling a little at first with the doorknob because hang on just a second he's bringing another woman into his quarters and how does this keep happening he cannot brain it.
Pulling it out of it's secret storage space, he pulls the dust cover off that he'd filched from the clothier, and proudly displays the ray gun.]
Flip this switch, and it adjusts the decade. [They aren't labeled, which would probably explain why Claudia and Sollux had gotten such randomized results.]
It's a bit tetchy ever since that female took it apart, I've been trying to tweak it back to it's original settings but you'll have to forgive it if it's a bit glitchy. Try not to point it at anything important.
Namely me.
[He offers it to her.]
[comment log]
[Yeah, she's with him there. She's still hoping the Sins will show up, not that she'll admit it.]
I'll add my dreams to yours, and maybe we can get a repeat. Or, in my case, a first time.
[Fuck, she wants a car. Especially hers, or her bike, though at this point she'd take anything.
Also, it happens because you're just that awesome, Megamind. All the keep ladies want into your quarters.
Ryn follows him in, watching him go to retrieve the gun, and not bothering to hide her excitement. It's not an engine, but it's something, and it's awesome. And oh shit, she gets to play with it. She takes it with a grin.]
Are you particularly attached to your bed?
[comment log]
Or at least, he doesn't think he does. He's making an effort not to let it show how much it bothers him that Minion isn't here.]
Fantastic. Perhaps the staff can be persuaded to drop a little something off for you.
[He raises her a brow.]
Not particularly, though I have a bit of an aversion to shag. Luckily, the affects aren't permanent here. It'll wear off in a bit. By all means, Ryn. Do turn my bed into a bawdy, 70s themed boudoir.