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kismet_loop2015-11-09 06:38 pm
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))
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[The doll looks around again.]
Well, it does seem pretty wild and unpeopled here, so I guess that works.
Anyway, I'd love to meet you, yes!
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[Having only skimmed the other replies to the video, she hasn't seen Drift asked already.]
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[And it still can't come up with an answer to that.]
I don't go by anything, actually. If I have a name, I don't know it.
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D'you wanna maybe do something about that while you're here?
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I don't know. Should I?
People have names. I'm . . . I'm not a person.
[At least...it doesn't think it is. It's really not sure.]
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I'm a guardian. A protective shield. I was created by Kim Hunt from all the good energies in her home after her parents were killed and her older brother Sam was taken. I was meant to protect Sam when the time came. And I did. Kim sent me to Sam's wife Danielle, and together Danielle and I found and saved Sam, and Kim. But the demons weren't going to let any of them leave. I stayed behind to make sure they could. And . . . they did.
[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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Dude.
[The explanation clarifies a little---not a lot, but a little. The doll's summary, concise and unvarnished as it is, makes
a sort ofsense.]That's... quite the round.
And, yeah, that said, I still think you count as a person. I mean, we could delve into all sorts of speculative bullshit tied to philosophical zombie-ism, but at the end of the day we are here having this conversation and that alone is indicative of a lot.
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[Interesting. It's never had reason - or opportunity, really - to think about itself and its own nature before, let alone try to define itself.]
But if you think I'm something that should have a name, then I suppose I can't really argue. How do people get names? Someone else names them, right? When they're born.
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[Sam nods once, a small smile rising to her face.]
Normally. Or, some people say screw it and do the name-change thing, picking out something they'd better like to go by.
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I will let you know when I am able to meet with you.
((ooc: And IDK time skip? Or new post/log mebbe?))
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[SHAZAM]