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neurotoxined) wrote2013-12-02 10:14 pm
neurotoxined) wrote2013-12-02 10:14 pm
007. [Video]
Good evening.
[And from the look of it, it's been a long one; her long white hair is pulled back and messily secured in place with a pair of pens sticking out at odd angles, and her eyes - vivid amber in color, a little alarmingly so perhaps - look bright as hell behind the rims of her glasses. She's clearly worked up about something, even if her voice retains that calm dryness that it usually carries; she's smiling, but it's a bit more like a smirk than a smile, and if we're all being honest it's a bit more like baring teeth than anything.
Somebody's excited.
At least the camera is still, presumably because she's got it set up somewhere; it's difficult to see exactly where she is, she's kind of all up in your metaphorical grill there.]
Since it seems my last pair of coworkers have discovered better things to do than staying in this region, or staying in this world altogether for that matter, I'm looking for a few people to help me out. Just with a few...experiments.
[And oh, her eyes are alive.]
You'll be compensated for your time, and you'll be granted the power to defy physics as you see fit.
And if you don't believe me...
[She moves back from where she's been all up in the camera's business, finally giving a solid view of the room; the ceiling is high, though the room itself is largely nondescript, and there's some sort of odd platform set up in the middle of the floor.
GLaDOS herself seems to have a rather odd pair of white boots on, rather than her usual, far plainer set; she glances up at the ceiling as though mildly uncertain of the height, takes a deep breath, and steps forward onto it.
Bang.
The sound of the plate being activated is a sharp, loud one, throwing her straight up into the air with enough force that it might as well be some sort of goddamn cannon (much like these fine pieces of machinery are prone to doing); she lets herself drop back down onto it, shooting herself into the air a second time, before letting her head drop forward, kicking up and over into enough of a flip to ensure she won't land on the plate again.
Those boots make an odd hydraulic whooshing sound as they kick in, ensuring she lands properly; she lands hard and it looks like it should have been jarring as hell, but it's worth noting that she lands on her feet and seems pret-ty good.
She approaches the camera again; she seems a bit breathless, but incredibly pleased with herself.]
So.
Any takers?
[And from the look of it, it's been a long one; her long white hair is pulled back and messily secured in place with a pair of pens sticking out at odd angles, and her eyes - vivid amber in color, a little alarmingly so perhaps - look bright as hell behind the rims of her glasses. She's clearly worked up about something, even if her voice retains that calm dryness that it usually carries; she's smiling, but it's a bit more like a smirk than a smile, and if we're all being honest it's a bit more like baring teeth than anything.
Somebody's excited.
At least the camera is still, presumably because she's got it set up somewhere; it's difficult to see exactly where she is, she's kind of all up in your metaphorical grill there.]
Since it seems my last pair of coworkers have discovered better things to do than staying in this region, or staying in this world altogether for that matter, I'm looking for a few people to help me out. Just with a few...experiments.
[And oh, her eyes are alive.]
You'll be compensated for your time, and you'll be granted the power to defy physics as you see fit.
And if you don't believe me...
[She moves back from where she's been all up in the camera's business, finally giving a solid view of the room; the ceiling is high, though the room itself is largely nondescript, and there's some sort of odd platform set up in the middle of the floor.
GLaDOS herself seems to have a rather odd pair of white boots on, rather than her usual, far plainer set; she glances up at the ceiling as though mildly uncertain of the height, takes a deep breath, and steps forward onto it.
Bang.
The sound of the plate being activated is a sharp, loud one, throwing her straight up into the air with enough force that it might as well be some sort of goddamn cannon (much like these fine pieces of machinery are prone to doing); she lets herself drop back down onto it, shooting herself into the air a second time, before letting her head drop forward, kicking up and over into enough of a flip to ensure she won't land on the plate again.
Those boots make an odd hydraulic whooshing sound as they kick in, ensuring she lands properly; she lands hard and it looks like it should have been jarring as hell, but it's worth noting that she lands on her feet and seems pret-ty good.
She approaches the camera again; she seems a bit breathless, but incredibly pleased with herself.]
So.
Any takers?
[private]
[...you are not unwelcome, mind you. She does that to almost everyone.
At least she still seems oddly wired rather than displeased.]
This is what I specialize in back home - getting everything from one place to another in the most straightforward manner possible. Speed. Bypassing obstacles. It's useful. And this is only the beginning, if I have my way.
So if you want to clear heights, I can give you heights to clear. I never turn down willing volunteers.
[private]
I will volunteer. Is this official or unofficial, and will there be documentation I need to sign?
[private]
Really, why would she handle paperwork? That's always been the techs' job. And when the techs were all dead...well, no one was in much of a position to care about verifying things in triplicate.]
It's unofficial. Strictly off the books; no documentation necessary.
[private]
He considers himself a capable individual.]
Very well. What would you need me to do?
[private]
[private]
I have been training my rather ill-prepared team.
[private]
[...
...okay no she kind of has to]
Ill-prepared for what?
[private]
Unfortunately, battling there seems to be the only way to acquire the ability to use certain techniques.
[private]
Well. Keep doing whatever it is you're doing and we'll discuss whatever else you're going to be doing in person.
[private]