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[SOLDIER First]

(( [whatever floor he's on]nth
>second floor
>secondnth))
<How did you get in..?>

[Again_Dejavu]

<Dude thought I was here to bang a girl, helped a brother out.>
He enters the room

[SOLDIER First]

<You boys are pigs.>

[Again_Dejavu]

<Payed off, didn't it?>

[SOLDIER First]

<...I guess so.>

[Rolepgeek]

When he enters the room, he sees a tall but slim ?girl?boy? lying in a heap on the floor. Their clothes seem to be writhing, particularly the back of their shirt, and their limbs twitch occasionally.

Oh, and there's a long metal cord-thing coming up from the base of her spine, some four to five feet in the air. It seems to have been simply moving in a fashion that might suggest it was looking around...and when Eren walks in, it turns to him.

There is what looks to be an eye, though not fleshy or organic, with the pupil and/or iris being made of a perfectly smooth, blood-red diamond, set into the tip of the...probe? That would explain why it was looking around, and how, at least, though nothing else.

It blinks at Eren, twice.

[Again_Dejavu]

<Holy fucking shit get here now>
He stays in the doorway, but shifts to his magical form.
"..."

[SOLDIER First]

((Dammit.
I couldn't find a good picture for Kimiko's magical form that fit the description I wrote so I'll have to change it all later.))

<What is it?>
Kimiko rushes down the hallway and to the front door of the dorms, not bothering to change out of her nightgown.

[Again_Dejavu]

<Robotic Possession.>

[SOLDIER First]

<I.. what?>

Kimiko reaches the door to the co-ed dorms.

[Rolepgeek]

It looks at him for a second more, then goes back to what looks like inspecting Daoto. An arm spasms suddenly and the...creature? probe? you're really not sure what it is, beyond being an eye on the end of what seems to be a mechanical tentacle attached to the unconscious figure. In any case, it looks at the arm in alarm, and the writhing intensifies under the sleeve. You can actually see the skin moving, as though worms or something were underneath it, on the back of the person's hand. The arm ceases spasming, and the eye looks over it for a second before, apparently satisfied, it turns around to look at Eren again, extending until it is just out of arm's reach, and ever so slowly undulating from side to side, almost like a living creature. It blinks again.

And then you feel something in your mind oh god

<My, my . . . are you all so . . . excitable, as this?>

The voice is disturbing, alien...and incredibly, overwhelmingly, powerful. Not so much loud, as...restrained. As though this was the merest flowstream of a dam capably of breaking at any moment, given the slightest desire. A great pressure backs up the words, and a sense of wrongness. It's speech leaves fragmented echoes and specks of memory, images so jumbled you can't even guess what they're meant to be, in your mind, bouncing around before breaking apart into nothing.

<I'm hurt . . . truly, you wound me . . . I have done nothing but aid this poor girl, out of the goodness of my . . . well I don't really have a heart, now do I?>

It laughs, a dark, deep resonating chuckling that rattles inside your head, leaving behind a mental sound that will probably haunt your dreams for years, after it finishes speaking. The eye-tacle seems to be staring straight into your very soul, mocking you, as it bobs gently from side to side, almost like a really fucking creepy snake.

[SOLDIER First]

((Oh dear lord.




...but can kimiko hear it too))

[Again_Dejavu]

<I'm not sure where to begin with you...>
Great. It seems that being put into situations like this just makes him angry. Stubborn bastard.

[kj1225]

<You sound like one fluffed up scuzz ball.>
Oh hey, Kyle woke up.

[Rolepgeek]

This is met by more chuckling. Wonderful, now you'll probably need several months of therapy before you can sleep again.

<Why must you begin . . . anywhere, human boy? . . . I am simply ensuring the power your . . . 'Kyubey' . . . as you choose to call it . . . guaranteed her . . . is granted . . .>

The eye turns back to the girl for a moment as her head twitches, thumping against the floor several times as her hair rustles, seemingly of it's own accord. You try not to think about what her scalp is doing in order to avoid vomiting.

<If you would please . . . leave me be for the moment . . . I will finish shortly . . . you humans are so fragile . . . and this one in particular . . . that I must take care not to kill her . . . whilst I work . . . >