The knitted doll (
littlestraydoll) wrote in
kismet_loop2015-11-09 06:38 pm
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[The video comes on to reveal the ruins in the northern mountains, the ones that everyone agrees are haunted. And apparently they are?? After all, the camera's following what looks like a possessed toy. A doll made of knitted yarn is climbing around the broken rocks and remnants of walls. Did a comm drone get lost and find its way clear out there somehow? Surely it doesn't belong to the toy. The Guardians only give comm drones to new arrivals brought by the Miasma . . . right?]
[The little doll loses its footing as bits of rock and dirt slip away from under its stumpy legs. It yelps, little knitted tubes for fingers scrabbling to find purchase in a crack between stones. It pauses, seemingly to make sure it indeed has caught itself, then huffs softly and half-turns toward the drone. Its "eyes" are a pair of mismatched buttons, the left one bright green and noticeably larger than the red one on its right.]
A little help would be nice, friend.
[The voice, sounding like a little boy, presumably comes from the doll, even though its mouth - a gash through the knitting crudely sewn across in such a way as to give it the appearance of ragged teeth - doesn't move.]
[The answering voice is one that every viewer will recognize, since all comm drones sound the same.Think SIRI.]
Understood: help. Starting community video to request help.
Correction: community video already in progress. Proceed to request help.
[The doll's head tilts as if in confusion, and shifts faintly for an instant as if glancing at the camera itself, then shakes its head and turns to continue climbing, sounding resigned as it talks to itself.]
Dumb drone. Not as if there's anyone else around. Oh well . . .
((ooc: By the way, permissions post HERE for its "intuitive learning" ability. =3))
[The little doll loses its footing as bits of rock and dirt slip away from under its stumpy legs. It yelps, little knitted tubes for fingers scrabbling to find purchase in a crack between stones. It pauses, seemingly to make sure it indeed has caught itself, then huffs softly and half-turns toward the drone. Its "eyes" are a pair of mismatched buttons, the left one bright green and noticeably larger than the red one on its right.]
A little help would be nice, friend.
[The voice, sounding like a little boy, presumably comes from the doll, even though its mouth - a gash through the knitting crudely sewn across in such a way as to give it the appearance of ragged teeth - doesn't move.]
[The answering voice is one that every viewer will recognize, since all comm drones sound the same.
Understood: help. Starting community video to request help.
Correction: community video already in progress. Proceed to request help.
[The doll's head tilts as if in confusion, and shifts faintly for an instant as if glancing at the camera itself, then shakes its head and turns to continue climbing, sounding resigned as it talks to itself.]
Dumb drone. Not as if there's anyone else around. Oh well . . .
((ooc: By the way, permissions post HERE for its "intuitive learning" ability. =3))
[Video] "SPOOOOOOOKY wave-y fingers" at Drift 8D
I can help. I was created to protect and to help people. I helped Danielle find Sam, and even his sister Kim that he didn't know was still alive. I made sure they could escape the demons that were after them. And now I'm here. Maybe you're the one I'm here to help this time.
[The doll's not wholly sure of that. It's not feeling a particular draw to Drift specifically, not like it did to Danielle. Then again, it wasn't delivered in a crate to Drift's doorstep like it was Danielle's. Actually . . . it wasn't delivered to anyone here. But it must be here for SOME reason. ...right?]
[Video] too spooky
No no no, I'm sure that's not the case at all. I mean, I'm fine.
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[If that's a note of disappointment you hear in the thing's voice, Drift, don't take it personally. It's just feeling kind of really lost itself right now, not knowing who it's supposed to be here to serve, or why it's here at all.]
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[Sorry doll you're just a little creepy.]
Well, anyway, you already know my name. What should I call you?
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I . . . I don't know. I've never been asked that before. If I have a name, I don't know it. I don't think Kim ever named me.
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[aw that's actually kind of sad]
Maybe that's something we can work on? Is there anything you'd like to be called?
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I think . . . maybe I don't need one? People have names. I'm . . . I'm a guide, and a form of defense. I'm . . . not a . . . person . . . ?
[The words come out slowly, hesitantly. It's as if the doll is sounding them out, feeling them for verity as it speaks them. It's not sure the statement is true . . . but it can't tell if it's false either.]
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[It's all good little dude, you don't have to figure the PERSON thing out right away.]
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[The doll didn't KNOW know that for sure . . . but it felt right. It could sense the verity of that statement. Danielle, Sam, and Kim escaped. They were safe now.]
[The doll shrugged.]
I've fulfilled my purpose. I . . . really don't know what I'm doing here, now. I thought sure the demons' fire would destroy me, even as I defeated them.
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Things like that tend to happen here. I know people who were killed back home, but they're perfectly fine here. We've all been given the opportunity to start fresh.