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pieces_net[The communicator lies very close to the ground, based on a view bisected by sickly black-green grass and expansive sky. Something reflective and bronze-colored flashes across the screen, blurred by motion, before an unblinking, ruby-irised eye fills the entire image. Othar's voice exudes anxiety.]
By all that is well-polished! Impossible! Even the Other would not inflict such demeaning torture on her prisoners without executing them forthwith.
[The owner of the eye backs up, revealing not a head but only a circular bronze frame and its four mechanical limbs. Judging by the grass at its metal feet, the contraption stands less than a foot tall. Its single eyelid tries to reflect the frustration already demonstrated by the figure's waving of a silver sprocket in challenge towards the sky.]
The Spark responsible for this crime against physics will suffer like none before, if only someone would point me in their direction! Now, if I might simply find a few iron shavings, a tesla coil, and a dab of weasel grease, I should have this reversed in no time...
[The contraption walks off and the communicator soon turns face-up, apparently dragged along by its newly-diminutive owner.]
By all that is well-polished! Impossible! Even the Other would not inflict such demeaning torture on her prisoners without executing them forthwith.
[The owner of the eye backs up, revealing not a head but only a circular bronze frame and its four mechanical limbs. Judging by the grass at its metal feet, the contraption stands less than a foot tall. Its single eyelid tries to reflect the frustration already demonstrated by the figure's waving of a silver sprocket in challenge towards the sky.]
The Spark responsible for this crime against physics will suffer like none before, if only someone would point me in their direction! Now, if I might simply find a few iron shavings, a tesla coil, and a dab of weasel grease, I should have this reversed in no time...
[The contraption walks off and the communicator soon turns face-up, apparently dragged along by its newly-diminutive owner.]
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Date: 2010-11-30 04:02 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-11-30 04:40 am (UTC)This blasted thing! If not for my new-found ability to ferret through the countless tiny tunnels of the castle in search of desperately-needed parts, I might disassemble myself on this very spot instead of bearing this horrendous inversion of inventor and inventee any longer!
[Othar steps away from the camera but returns to it immediately.]
You wouldn't happen to know where to find a greasy weasel around here, would you?
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Date: 2010-11-30 04:55 am (UTC)[Wilykitten holds one end of a scrap of ribbon with a bell attached to it up to the camera by her teeth.]
Apparently the change wears off after about a week. Or so I've been told, anyway.
...Um, no, sorry. I'll let you know if I do, though.
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Date: 2010-12-08 04:38 am (UTC)Such alerts would be most appreciated! I must admit [tug] that the prospect of spending an entire week in this minute meager form had thrown me into a most ungentlemanly mood... [tug] Until today! Besting this erstwhile invader lifted my spirits to no end! Indeed, I look forward to further re-invigorating challenges!
[With one last, mighty tug, Othar yanks a huge, oddly florescent, but nonetheless soundly-thrashed rat into view, nearly twice Othar's current height.]
Please excuse me as I buff out a few nicks.
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