An experiment
Jan. 27th, 2005 03:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
garranThe girl-thing doesn't smell human. It smells like artificial things, metallic, plastic and electric; increasingly, like friction, and ozone. It doesn't look human, quite; it's a little too shiny, all over. Himoto and Hirusui have always liked shiny things, strange things. They've been alive for a very long time - some say forever - but they've never stopped being curious.
Right now, the girl has just picked Hirusui up and thrown him through one wall and into another. His glasses are broken, and his clothes and hair are dishevelled - these things don't hurt him, but they offend his sense of order. He much prefers to be unruffled. It/she steps through the first wall after him, looking about with a curious, puzzled blankness. "_Quinn?" it says; he's not sure how.
Himoto is quick after it. She watches him, as she watches it, but she isn't worried; she knows him well enough to tell if he is really hurt. Right now, they are both very interested in the girl-thing. Carrion creatures, they can tell when something is going to happen.
"What did you say to her?" Himoto asks, stepping quickly backward (but not blinking) as the girl-thing swings something heavy at her. It is growing increasingly sluggish.
Hirusui is up, now, and smoothing himself down. He takes a few cautious, curious steps forward. "I asked her where her protector was."
Himoto cocks her head to the side, then ducks; this is interesting.
Things go on in this way for some time. A few more landmarks are destroyed, but neither Himoto nor Hirusui is particularly hurt again, though she acquires a small cut on her chest. Eventually (still calling out, to the last), the girl-thing has stopped.
They both approach, cautiously. It - so nearly a she - is slumped over, now; with only a small nudge from Himoto, it falls back to a prostrate position. Its eyes are blank, waiting. She jabs it, firmly, in the upper arm; no reaction. For the moment, it seems to be dead.
They regard it, heads tilted thoughtfully.
"Pretty, isn't she?" says Himoto.
Hirusui nods. "I wonder what she's like inside?" And he crouches down and carefully plucks out her eye. It is much less soft than it ought to be, and it trails wires (and sparks), long, metallic, gleaming.
"Stop that."
That is neither Himoto nor Hirusui; it is the girl-thing's protector, the teacher, human. His voice is clipped and menacing. He has a weapon, which he has just fired into the air above their heads.
Hirusui turns to regard him; without most of the glass in the way, his eyes are hard, and very black. So are Himoto's. The girl-thing's detached eye glitters. After a long moment, he puts it down next to the face, and they both rise, and step away.
"We were curious," says Himoto, with a disarming smile.
The protector's scowl deepens; watching them with his weapon, he steps quickly forward to see to his charge. Himoto and Hirusui fade back, and back, and back, and are gone.
Himoto and Hirusui have been alive for a very long time - some say forever - but they've never stopped finding things that are new.
I thought it would be nice to branch out into new ways of making Ping go crazy, besides rejection; since we're earlier, they logically would have fewer bugs out. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of one, so she was apparently triggered by that _Quinn had left her alone.
I have always been most interested in fairies - and similar creatures, like our protagonists - in the sharp, unnerving areas where they are clearly not human, so I tried to write about that. This probably isn't Waitility-canonical.
Right now, the girl has just picked Hirusui up and thrown him through one wall and into another. His glasses are broken, and his clothes and hair are dishevelled - these things don't hurt him, but they offend his sense of order. He much prefers to be unruffled. It/she steps through the first wall after him, looking about with a curious, puzzled blankness. "_Quinn?" it says; he's not sure how.
Himoto is quick after it. She watches him, as she watches it, but she isn't worried; she knows him well enough to tell if he is really hurt. Right now, they are both very interested in the girl-thing. Carrion creatures, they can tell when something is going to happen.
"What did you say to her?" Himoto asks, stepping quickly backward (but not blinking) as the girl-thing swings something heavy at her. It is growing increasingly sluggish.
Hirusui is up, now, and smoothing himself down. He takes a few cautious, curious steps forward. "I asked her where her protector was."
Himoto cocks her head to the side, then ducks; this is interesting.
Things go on in this way for some time. A few more landmarks are destroyed, but neither Himoto nor Hirusui is particularly hurt again, though she acquires a small cut on her chest. Eventually (still calling out, to the last), the girl-thing has stopped.
They both approach, cautiously. It - so nearly a she - is slumped over, now; with only a small nudge from Himoto, it falls back to a prostrate position. Its eyes are blank, waiting. She jabs it, firmly, in the upper arm; no reaction. For the moment, it seems to be dead.
They regard it, heads tilted thoughtfully.
"Pretty, isn't she?" says Himoto.
Hirusui nods. "I wonder what she's like inside?" And he crouches down and carefully plucks out her eye. It is much less soft than it ought to be, and it trails wires (and sparks), long, metallic, gleaming.
"Stop that."
That is neither Himoto nor Hirusui; it is the girl-thing's protector, the teacher, human. His voice is clipped and menacing. He has a weapon, which he has just fired into the air above their heads.
Hirusui turns to regard him; without most of the glass in the way, his eyes are hard, and very black. So are Himoto's. The girl-thing's detached eye glitters. After a long moment, he puts it down next to the face, and they both rise, and step away.
"We were curious," says Himoto, with a disarming smile.
The protector's scowl deepens; watching them with his weapon, he steps quickly forward to see to his charge. Himoto and Hirusui fade back, and back, and back, and are gone.
Himoto and Hirusui have been alive for a very long time - some say forever - but they've never stopped finding things that are new.
I thought it would be nice to branch out into new ways of making Ping go crazy, besides rejection; since we're earlier, they logically would have fewer bugs out. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of one, so she was apparently triggered by that _Quinn had left her alone.
I have always been most interested in fairies - and similar creatures, like our protagonists - in the sharp, unnerving areas where they are clearly not human, so I tried to write about that. This probably isn't Waitility-canonical.
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Date: 2005-01-27 03:31 pm (UTC)I like the contrast of the humanlike attitudes of Himoto and Hirusui, the almost childlike curiosity - with the fact that they are clearly not human, and that which they are interested in, in this piece, isn't human either.
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Date: 2005-01-27 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 04:23 pm (UTC)I wonder if _Quinn wouldn't have shot first instead of warning them; likely he's pretty hacked at what he sees. But I guess he can't /exactly/ go shooting people who seem to be students, can he? Not if he wants his cover to remain at all intact... Except that genuine threats may disguise themselves as students, so he'd have ha halfway valid reason to shoot anyway...
No wonder _Quinn doesn't like it. ;^>
[laugh] Could this be considered part of your Rabbit-Hole Day writings?
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Date: 2005-01-27 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 07:49 pm (UTC)-Garran
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Date: 2005-01-28 08:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-28 08:45 am (UTC)But I do so like the image of _Quinn firing into the air to drive them away from Ping. It reinforces the 'scavenger' aspect.
-Garran
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Date: 2005-01-28 09:47 pm (UTC)The scavenger elements were well places. Eye plucking, despite posing no long-term problems for a doll, fills me with disgust. I shudder at the blinding horror; and cannot see _Quinn unloading a warning shot into the air in responce to this.
Ack! This violates rules of cute!