Ep 0.5 - The Universal Language (closed)
Feb 24, 2012 6:53:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2012 6:53:03 GMT -5
The first sonnet was carved into the wall of a corridor a short distance from the control room. The glyphs weren't etched very deeply (though they did look a bit jagged, as if the carver was every bit as fragged off as the title Sonnet of Epic Loathing #17 would imply), and they were well below optic-level. Easy to miss, and Shadow suspected - based entirely on the lack of rumors flying around base in regards to who hated Blaster this much - that everyone else had missed it.
It wasn't signed; the spot for a designation glyph was conspicuously bare, in fact, which made her wonder if the mech responsible had been interrupted, or just had a last-klik burst of self preservation. Pity; the whole thing was snarky and sarcastic (and depressingly accurate, in her opinion) and she would have liked to know who on base had that kind of wit.
Over the next few days, she found Sonnet of Epic Loathing #18 (itching), Sonnet of Epic Loathing #20 (small organic parasites), and Sonnet of Epic Loathing #21 (Blaster again), all of them carved into the walls of the lesser used corridors. They still weren't signed, but the subject matter pointed directly to one specific culprit, even before she discovered Sonnet of Epic Loathing #19 (bumbling oversized oafs too glitched to avoid stepping on tails) etched into the ceiling above a (disabled) security camera.
No surprise, then, to duck down a corridor on one of her no, I really don't want to talk to, acknowledge, or even see anyone days, and discover Steeljaw on his hind legs, front claws leaving shallow, precise lines in the wall.
He hadn't noticed her, or at least, he wasn't acknowledging her, and they'd both probably be happier if she left it at that. But...
"So, is that number twenty-two? Or are there still some I haven't found?"
It wasn't signed; the spot for a designation glyph was conspicuously bare, in fact, which made her wonder if the mech responsible had been interrupted, or just had a last-klik burst of self preservation. Pity; the whole thing was snarky and sarcastic (and depressingly accurate, in her opinion) and she would have liked to know who on base had that kind of wit.
Over the next few days, she found Sonnet of Epic Loathing #18 (itching), Sonnet of Epic Loathing #20 (small organic parasites), and Sonnet of Epic Loathing #21 (Blaster again), all of them carved into the walls of the lesser used corridors. They still weren't signed, but the subject matter pointed directly to one specific culprit, even before she discovered Sonnet of Epic Loathing #19 (bumbling oversized oafs too glitched to avoid stepping on tails) etched into the ceiling above a (disabled) security camera.
No surprise, then, to duck down a corridor on one of her no, I really don't want to talk to, acknowledge, or even see anyone days, and discover Steeljaw on his hind legs, front claws leaving shallow, precise lines in the wall.
He hadn't noticed her, or at least, he wasn't acknowledging her, and they'd both probably be happier if she left it at that. But...
"So, is that number twenty-two? Or are there still some I haven't found?"