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[vitaelamorte]

HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

You have isolated your victim to study it at length, seeking to become them. You are nearly satisfied you know your chosen subject, ready to take on its form, leaving the poor soul to rot. You crave bottomlessly to be more, more powerful, more skilled, more inspired, and being them will be so much more interesting.

They will tell you what they think, they will tell you what they feel, they will tell you what they see. Are all these shapes useful? Will they let you know them? Will they tell you more about them?

For you must see more. You have not yet seen enough. You must rise--



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[magicsterial]

[Rin, ever diligent in learning about this new and fascinatingly bizarre environment, had taken it upon herself to understand the intricacies of the mansion. Though she didn't know much yet, she wanders the halls with the intent purpose of searching for anything that might stand out as odd even among the mansion's normal oddities, something that would catch her attention. As she nears the stairwell, she can hear an odd sound, something distinctly expressive but inorganic.

That's definitely different from what she had seen thus far. Even better, it sounds as though it's coming from the floor right above her. Frankly, the source is too close for her to ignore it, even though it sounds... technological, a definition absolutely opposite of her fortes.

Nonetheless intrigued, she begins to climb up the stairs, hair bobbing as she all but bounces towards the next floor. As her eyes catch a glimpse of the "source" she stops in her tracks.

Is it... alive?]

Hello?

[bbgr8]

[ The BB unit had found the lack of entities, organic or otherwise, to be unnerving. So he's almost relieved when he registers footfalls coming from somewhere below him. But then the reality sinks in. What if he's been captured? What if the entities here mean him harm? Should he hide?

Interrupting these thoughts is a sudden voice. ]

AHriiiiii!

[ Visibly startled, BB-8 rolls rapidly backward and away for a few feet, head staying where it is on the top of his body, before he pauses and makes a few observations about the situation. One, it appears the newcomer is a humanoid, if not human. And two, the newcomer also appears to be young. There's also a lack of military insignia on her person, as far as he can scan. That doesn't really jive with what BB-8 was worried about.

He's not the most discerning of astromechs. Naive is a good word for him. ]

WOOOoo?

[ Who are you, he wonders, his domed head swiveling curiously on his round body. ]

[magicsterial]

[Oh. Oh no. It's cute. Granted, beyond a nondescript conclusion that it's a robot, she doesn't quite know what it is. What does it do? What should she do? Monsters, spells, magic, and contraptions centered around them... those she can handle. A futuristic robot... she's doomed. She can barely handle navigating a cable box.

Reality quickly presses down onto her shoulders. Rin knew she'd be out of her element, but not this badly. Is this creature of metal even safe to be near?

She purses her lips, and takes a deep breath. Get it together, Rin; if she can't overcome this so soon into her arrival, how could she expect to survive anything else Wonderland throws her way? Without any better ideas, she holds out her hand, palm up, as if the robotic creature were a dog or a cat.]

I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me.

[bbgr8]

[ For a moment, BB-8 peers at her, a little red light blinking in his primary optic. But despite the fact that his programming calls for caution, he feels safe enough in coming to the conclusion that this being probably doesn't mean him harm. At least for now.

Whoever would expect an astromech to hurt them? The shock prongs are meant for self-defense. ...granted, BB-8 doesn't always use them that way, but his owner encouraged that line of code, not the programming he came with. ]

WEERrrr!

[ Slowly, he rolls half the distance toward Rin, his body much more animated now that he studies her as a potential ally. For a ball-shaped being with remarkable stability, he wriggles quite a bit in his idle motions. ]

[magicsterial]

[She holds both her hand and position steady, assuming any quick movement might alarm the robot. Which, as she worries, could end badly for her. No way of telling what the giant bowling ball is capable of or if anyone with a moral compass is controlling it (and if no one is, well... are robots even friendly to humans?). Really, it's best to play it safe.]

I hope that's a sound of agreement.

[Rin's eyes follow his movement, watching with equal parts idle curiosity and confused interest. Maybe she can't understand his computerized speech, but he's really quite the expressive little fellow. Birdlike, Rin decides to akin it to.]

[bbgr8]

[ BB-8 rolls the rest of the way, slowly but not with the same inching caution he might have before. He gives what is unmistakably a nod, little dome rapidly moving back and forth for a second. ]

WEERrrr!

[ Yes!

He studies Rin at a more leisurely pace than he'd had time to, before, making a note of her garb. Nothing seems familiar, just like the rest of this place, though perhaps a few elements... no. BB-8's an astromech meant for flying and pal'ing around with an X-Wing pilot, fashion isn't his area. ]

WABBAwa?

[ Where are they? ]

[magicsterial]

Guess you're just as confused as I am.

[It's a statement meaning she doesn't entirely understand what the robot is trying to communicate, and frankly, she isn't sure if he can understand her speech either. Ironically, the sentiment holds true for their surroundings.

Slowly, she stands straight again, keeping both hands visible so that he can see she has nothing up her sleeve, figuratively or otherwise. Ever ginger, she finally ascends the last few steps up onto the next floor, overly aware of keeping --what will hopefully register as-- a safe space between them.]

I wonder if you've already been down the entire hall already...

[Rin momentarily purses her lips, though the pondering expression drops as an idea hits. Bending down in an instinctual attempt to appear more personable, she addresses the robot again.]

If you can understand what I'm saying, can you give two beeps for yes and one for no? Have you seen everything in this hallway already?

[bbgr8]

[ Beep, beep! BB-8 is only too happy to comply. It's simple, and it'll work for their interactions from here on out. He's covered everything about this particular hallway. It's identical to the others, except in length. Which makes the least amount of sense.

Then again, nothing here makes an exceptional amount of sense. ]

WIIrarohroh.

[ This is a strange, strange place. He rotates his head to stare at the nearest door. Just a number. So many numbers. ]

[magicsterial]

[...It worked.

Well then! What a pleasant turn of events. Now they're getting somewhere.]

I've checked the hall below. Guess that means the only way to go is up.

[Rin looks over her shoulder at the stairwell. Up might not work so well.]

You're probably too heavy to carry, aren't you?

[bbgr8]

[ Beep beep, he responds, before making a cheerful little chirp and rolling at the stairs. For a moment, it seems like he might just bounce off and embarrass himself. But instead, a little arm extends from one of his silver panel flaps, and he uses it to push himself up.

It's a very slow process, but BB-8's done it for the previous flights of stairs. ]

WEERrrr!

[ I can do it! ]