A clockwork contortion

Discussion in 'Roleplaying' started by ARCHIVED-Sweetened, Jul 2, 2010.

  1. ARCHIVED-Sweetened Guest

    WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRtkkkk... WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRtkkkkk.. clunk.

    "Come on... Come on!"

    WRRRRrrrrRRRRrrrrtkkkhkhkhchk.

    The large rock guardian that towered over the small gnome reached slowly to touch the contraption. She flailed her little hands at him, "Your fingers are too big! You'll break it!"
    It tilted its head and spoke slowly, a dumb sounding voice that almost seemed to rumble like a landslide, "Broooookeeennnn..." He knocked his rocky fists together as Spyral glared at him.
    "It's not broke, Agate! It's just... not functional!" She pulled on a couple knobs and levers and tried again.
    WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrr......tktkt...kkkkkclunk. WRRRRrrr WRRRRR WRRRTKKKKkkkkk
    Agate attempted to reach towards the contraption again, "Stop it! I know what I'm doing!" She pulled as hard as she could on a tube that just had to be hooked up wrong to find herself desperately trying to cover her face from the oil spraying about. The rock couldn't help but rumble a laugh and she glared, frowned even, at him, black oil streaming down her face.
    She started to cry and Agate tilted his head and lifted her up into his completely uncomfortable arms. He sat down with her cradled gently, "Broooookennnn.."
    Critical Malfunction. Processes rest...arting..
    Process restart f--fail. Shutting down critic--cal processes.
    Sh-Shut down Failure. Commence Trou---blesho-sho- failure.
    The machine continued on a few more seconds before Agate reached out and smashed it. Spyral sat in his arms, her own folded across her chest. She had a grump on her face very few tall people could rival, glaring through her tiny, neon blue spectacles. Agate watched her for a moment before pushing out his bottom jaw and lowering his rocky brows, trying to immitate her.
    There they sat in a small wood near a lake in Thundering Steppes, watching nothing as the centaur talked nearby.