Nothing Rejuvenates you Quite like Death

[ceasetoexist]

[He blinked his eyes as he woke up. Once. Twice. Again. He was in bed? He didn't remember going to bed. The last thing he remembered was...

Oh, for the love of Christ. He honestly didn't know what surprised him more at the moment: the fact he'd managed to get killed twice over two weeks, or the fact that this most recent death didn't bother him as much as the last. Not to say it didn't bother him; having his throat slit wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. But at least it was quicker then being beaten to death or caught by the hazmats and set on fire. So he just sits and stews in his bed for a moment before heading to his phone. And when he gets there, he puts on the most faux-cheery voice he can muster.]

Hi, this is to the lady I had a small run in with yesterday!

You know something lady? I really, really just want to apologize! I admit I might have been out of line when I got so angry at you for entirely invading my personal space despite being asked to leave about three times and continued to watch what I was doing. I know you were probably just curious as to what I was making. So I just wanted to put out a heartfelt apology for hitting you in the head with a wrench. I'll admit I was entirely out of line doing that, if you'll admit you were out of line when you slit my friggin' throat!

[And he'll just slam the receiver down at that. And then he mulls, and agonizes over something for a moment. He really, really shouldn't do this, because he doesn't care about any of them. He hasn't REALLY worked with any of them or known them. So it shouldn't be any of his concern. ...But for some reason, he can't help it. He has to tell them.]

[Filtered to the KND]

Hey. Geniuses. Got a warning for you. There's someone you need to look out for. [And here goes a generic description of GLaDOS]. The woman's crazy. Just thought I'd let you morons know before one of you goes and gets yourself killed interacting with her.

[Filtered to Tak's Communicator]

Get over here when you can. Think we've got the time to start getting Josephine use to you so you can start learning to pilot her. After that, we're headed to the post office.

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[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Good... Good to know.

[She smooths down her antennae repeatedly, her jovial mood having disappeared momentarily. No she does not have any issues revolving around being trapped somewhere, not at all.]

Josephine, move forward.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And it does at a slow, steady gait. Being a giant spider mech, Josephine wouldn't be known for tearing ass anyway. It's a pretty leisurely walk, and probably the quickest you'll get out of it.

Pokey's not speaking, just enjoying the ride. Seems like you have free reign at the moment, Tak.]

I'mma head off to bed. Good night!

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[she's just a little meek at the moment, either due to that little trip down memory lane, or from just being grossed out by the pulsating, or hell freezing over, so for now she'll let Josephine trundle off for a while before changing course] Jiosephine, go left.

Seeya!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And it does so. Pokey has to admit, he kinda thought you'd do something more...interesting, like ordering her to smash something. He can tell you're holding back and, honestly, he actually feels a little guilt about it. He clearly struck an actual nerve when he really just meant to fuck with you.

So he guesses he'll show you it's alright to do more.]

Hey, Josephine! Smash that car!

[And Josephine does, bringing one of its legs down on top of the car immediately in front of them and on some poor drone about to head somewhere.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Well, having your lifelong dream smashed to bits because you can't do one test, because some moron trapped you in your own home over a malfunctioning snack machine, thus sentencing you to 75 years worth of janitorial duty on Planet Dirt before you can retake that one test - it would give anyone just a bit of claustrophobia.

OH HEY, things are being blown up! That brightens any Irken's day.]

Now throw it into that other car!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And Josephine obeys, spearing the car again with its leg in order to pick it up. Considering no one car was specified, it'll just throw it into whatever car it pleases.

That one with the family getting out looks good. We'll go with that.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[DESTRUCTION IS SO AWESOME THIS IS SO AWESOME]

AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! FLEE BEFORE ME, FEEBLE HUMANS!!!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Pokey can't help from cackling along with that. It takes him a bit to regain control over himself before he can say anything.]

Feels good, doesn't it?...I can't wait to get her missile systems back.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She's still got a case of the evil-giggles, but she calming down now]

Yessss... Want to go get them now?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Heh. Why not?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Josephine! To the post office!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And she'll take them their at her usual speed. Pokey'll hop off once they arrive, just smiling. He really, really didn't want to have to use the Post Office, but you know what? Really tired of being defenseless and getting killed. He'll just smirk back up at Tak.]

Think you can actually manage to wait a few minutes without having to go on a destructive rampage without me?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

I'll try. No promises though.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He'll just snerk a little at that before heading into the post office.

A few minutes later, he'll come back grabbing the bleeding stump where his left hand had been. But hes smiling. Laughing a little too.

He's actually armed now.]</small.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Armament for an arm, right? In any case, Tak is standing outside Josephine now and only a few things re on fire. She winces a bit when she sees the stump, running her hnds over the empty places where her pinkies had been.]

Well, guess we might as well get on with part 2 of this little visit. You can tell me what you got when you come back. [She looks around] Just wanna duck in somewhere here, Or wait until we're back at your house?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just looks at you for a moment Tak, still smiling.]

That isn't a part that's happening. We'll be heading back to my house, yeah. But that part you think is happening? No, we're not doing that. Not after I just got killed yesterday.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Wha-- but your arm is missing.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Actually, only his left hand is missing. Not the entire arm. My bad if I didn't make that clear.]

And killing me won't make it come back. When you trade at the post office, it's gone until you trade in what you got, or you regain it after an event.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Oh, you did. My reading comprehension's just shot tonight.]

... oh. [Tak is disppoint]

Soooo... you're fine with being one-handed?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It's that or be defenseless and fail and get killed again since I have no way to protect myself otherwise. And I'm tired of failing. Failure is never acceptable.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

... no, it's not.

[She rips a length off the dress she's wearing, and forms a tourniquet around his wrist]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Thanks.

[He just rubs the stump for a moment. He isn't going to fail again. Not after all the crap he's had to go through recently. It's even less of an option now then it had ever been.

He'll climb back on to Josephine, stumbling a little bit due to only have one hand, but looking satisfied. He just smirks.]

So. Want to see what she got back?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Tak's face is so super serious.]

Yes. Yes I do.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just smiles a minute before pointing at a line of cars with his remaining hand.]

Josephine.



FIRE!

[It takes a short moment for Josephine to position herself, but when she does, what happens next happens pretty quickly. Because those cars right there?

Yeah. Fuck those cars, courtesy of a missile launched from the underbelly of the mech.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[And Tak just stares blankly, not even blinking as heat and car debris is blown back at her face. Another moment passes. A slight smile starts to form, quickly becoming pure, unadulterated glee.]

... YES.

[Pokey, you've just given her a little crush on your mech.]