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Kerrigan sat. Propped up in her corner. Silent. Quiet. The whole shebang as always. Lasting on and on and on with nothing but interference like a bad TV-set--

She became aware, dimly, that the interference wasn't alone. Some device in the corner was making noise, and with every beat of her heart, it became more offensive, louder, so solidly there she could...

...Crawl over towards the transmitter and hit the button, listening.

( She stared at the transmitter. )

Her fingers tightened on her scalp. She hadn't realised they'd even been there. For a minute, she could just pull back enough of the armor that it seemed as if the tentacles between her fingers weren't anything of the sort at all-- it was hair, thick and red, strands upon strands. The image of what Jimmy must've been thinking-- herself, sitting in a garden, smiling like some kind of dumbass.

The image wouldn't solidify. Her hair toughened.

With a loud yell, she smashed the transmitter into the wall, and left it there to rot.

"Goddammit."

[ open for one, please ]

( And in goes the rescue brigade. )

[ and we are done! NFB & NFI due to distance, preplayed with the AWESOME

stupid_toasters,

moonbrain_tam and

light_a_spark, OOC-okay, very very loosely based on the novel StarCraft: Queen of Blades (and less loosely based on the StarCraft mission said book is based on), thanks for dealing with us all week ]

( The United News Network was a wreck... )

next

[ NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, preplayed with the awesome

light_a_spark who has a weird keyboard, some dialogue still shamelessly stolen from StarCraft: Liberty's Crusade ]

( Blue psionics flashed visibly through the nightmare that had become Tarsonis, leaving a gift behind on the soiled ground... )

[ NFB, NFI, OOC is awesomecakes, preplayed with the fantastic

light_a_spark. some dialogue shamelessly poached from StarCraft: Liberty's Crusade ]

It had taken her a little time, but Kerrigan had found an old record player in town - it creaked and skipped, but that's what made it familiar. Besides, it meant she could play some of the few classic Earth records she'd found that she recognised. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed: the music was playing softly in the background of her bedroom (which still smelled of gun oil) as she composed a message on the recorder.

( Hey, Jimmy... (linkdrop and emo under the cut) )

When the record player skipped to hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, she threw the voice recorder into the corner of the room, annoyed with herself beyond words. She rolled off the bed and stalked into the living room to place a call.

[ establishy/linkdrop; contents of message nfb ]

Over the past few days, Kerrigan had made a lot of progress. The hole in the roof had been fixed, some of the furniture had been shoved around to account for what she felt was a more efficient distribution of space, and one of the oddly-smelling bedrooms seemed to have vanished: there was a wall where it once was.

Or at least it looked like a wall, and that was all that mattered.

The only thing she hadn't managed to solve yet was the ball pit question, but she had full confidence she'd find a solution eventually. Maybe call in a little assistance (and only assistance, she could do the grunt work herself, thank you. It was just the logistics that bothered her). At the moment, she was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, Ghost visor pulled over her head, a few balls lying still by her feet. She fiddled with the wiring on some unidentifiable contraption, tapping a faint rhythm on the floor with her boot.

"Hey, Jimmy," she spoke into the device; paused, then repeated, "Jimmy, hey." She leaned over, dog tags jingling against the wires, "Hey, heroboy, this won't find you till I get home, but you've got no idea..."

[ open for anyone who said they'd bug kerrigan/wants to bug kerrigan. upcoming thread with

mouthy_merc will come last chronologically yay timezones, get your shots in before and win a prize! metaphorically ]

There was not supposed to be a platform here.

It had been sheer accident: a quick veer into abandoned space to get away from Confederate troops with an axe to grind. Rather than find empty space, however, they found this platform, this large, impossible space platform that held little trace of being previously occupied.

Well, except for the Warp Gate. ( It was kind of hard not to notice the Warp Gate. )

[ and thus we doth begin! ]

Eyes of a Tragedy

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Entries tagged with raynor's a mother hen

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