Post by Lurid on Mar 2, 2012 13:06:56 GMT -5
Lurid could still feel the fear emanating from these dolls—Florin in particular. The ability came from her skullbeast predatory background, like many of her mannerisms did, and helped allow her to interact with others despite her social shortcomings. Lurid absently thought to herself as they talked how ironic this fear was.
Lurid was incredibly helpless right now—she was currently in a body design the Fabricator used for prisoners he wanted to keep from fleeing or protecting themselves. The only other time she’d been more vulnerable was when her neck wires were cut and she was left as a limp, paralyzed creature, again in the factory. Mike had eaten away the straps that once bound her legs in this current body, but her feet were still heavy and clunky and awkward, and unable to bite or grab or even balance herself, Lurid was at these dolls’ mercy. She truly hoped they were kind and being honest with her, but she still didn’t dare flat out tell them she couldn’t hurt them. She was scared to think of what they’d do if this was all a trick.
The armless doll gazed quietly at the blue one as she nervously answered Lurid’s question. Dove. Lurid purred loudly at the name, finding it simple and pretty, but then blinked in quiet surprise as Dove seemed to start babbling about… birds?
“There are bird machines in the factory,” she tried to carry on the conversation, but stopped herself with an internal wince. They wouldn’t want to talk about the factory. Instead she tried, “I saw real birds sometimes, when I was little and a human. My uncle had a parrot! It was all yellow and red and green…” She purred again, dwelling on the distant thought, then brought herself into focus again.
“What metal type are you? I’ve met flying dolls before—knew a bat one and a moth one that USED to be able to fly and I’ve seen a bird one fly over my head once!”
Lurid glanced over at Florin as she spoke, wondering if the doll felt left out of the conversation.
Lurid was incredibly helpless right now—she was currently in a body design the Fabricator used for prisoners he wanted to keep from fleeing or protecting themselves. The only other time she’d been more vulnerable was when her neck wires were cut and she was left as a limp, paralyzed creature, again in the factory. Mike had eaten away the straps that once bound her legs in this current body, but her feet were still heavy and clunky and awkward, and unable to bite or grab or even balance herself, Lurid was at these dolls’ mercy. She truly hoped they were kind and being honest with her, but she still didn’t dare flat out tell them she couldn’t hurt them. She was scared to think of what they’d do if this was all a trick.
The armless doll gazed quietly at the blue one as she nervously answered Lurid’s question. Dove. Lurid purred loudly at the name, finding it simple and pretty, but then blinked in quiet surprise as Dove seemed to start babbling about… birds?
“There are bird machines in the factory,” she tried to carry on the conversation, but stopped herself with an internal wince. They wouldn’t want to talk about the factory. Instead she tried, “I saw real birds sometimes, when I was little and a human. My uncle had a parrot! It was all yellow and red and green…” She purred again, dwelling on the distant thought, then brought herself into focus again.
“What metal type are you? I’ve met flying dolls before—knew a bat one and a moth one that USED to be able to fly and I’ve seen a bird one fly over my head once!”
Lurid glanced over at Florin as she spoke, wondering if the doll felt left out of the conversation.
