eachdraidh | [Video] Arrival of A Terminator

[At first glance, the face on the screen looks handsome, though perhaps a little intense. Staring off into the distance, the Terminator holds the locket in a fragile grip, like he’s afraid he might break it. Then he turns his face into the camera’s view and the once-handsome features turn into a nightmarish looking visage. The right side has mostly been ripped away, revealing the metal skull and glowing red eye beneath the bloody organic covering. He looks like he's been put through the ringer and no mistake. A fairy hovers in and out of the video, occasionally perching on his shoulder. He keeps shrugging it off. With only one working hand, he can't swat the little pest away.]

Is this device working properly?

[He doesn't wait for an answer. If it is working correctly, he'll know soon enough by the response he gets. The Terminator stares off again, turning the locket so that whoever’s watching gets a good shot of what he’s staring at: the flowery barrier between the Station and the rest of the Drabwurld.]

I cannot cross.

[His voice is flat, but underneath, there’s a current of wonderment. He’s never found anything able to keep a Terminator in check before. To have it happen now is a curiosity that he wants to explore further. He takes a few steps more, until he’s right at the edge of the line, but he doesn't cross over. He's had enough of the sensation of glitching and his systems shutting down for one day, thank you very much. He stands there, far too still to be natural, like he's waiting for the barrier to just disappear and let him cross. Hey, in this place, anything could happen.]

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[Javik hadn’t paid much mind to the locket, finding it even more clumsy and useless than his omni-tool. Thus far it contained nothing of interest to him, too reminiscent of the extranet and the chatter there. There was enough to see inside the castle without worrying about what was going on everywhere else. Familiarizing himself with Caer Scima was a priority, but that didn’t stop him from fiddling with the device when he tired of walking.

It was during one of those breaks that he caught the transmission, and the sight of it made his blood run cold. The exposed metal, the cybernetic eye - it was unmistakable to him. A synthetic. Here. Here, where his guns wouldn’t work and his shields were dead, but there was a machine with the facsimile of a human face staring out of the locket just the same.]

How is that you function here, machine!?

It's working.

[ Things are a bit busy, but honestly -- this... uh, guy, could be useful. Depends fully on his alliance, though. ]

What happens when you try to cross?

[Ah...... he really wishes Kido wasn't making him do this.]

Say, would you mind turning off the video?

[ He wants to talk to the stranger, and from what Gavroche sees it's fine--until the head turns. He screams and out of reflex throws his locket away, but not before thinking better of it and snatching it up, hastily getting it to play video.

Brave face, Gavroche. Though it's a little obvious he's wary and scared, he doesn't think he is, and that's what's important. ]

'Ey, what kinda thing are you?! You ain't no nature!

You're really worried about walking around right now?

[ half your face is missing, man!! ]

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