IC Limbo.

[Cryogenesis]

He quickly, almost instinctually, completes your handshake by extending a limb that is perfectly human-hand shaped. Oddly, it's quite firm.

"I can handle some fire, trust me, I have experience."

[Interesting, he can solidify his body at will]
He returns the handshake with the same firmness
"I'm glad, usually it dissolves them."

<Such a shame that he's so nice.>

"I would like that 'artefact' back."

"You mean this."
He pulls the laptop out once more
"I can give it to you on the condition to document it, and if possible, appraise the Item"

 

[Wafflingtrepidation]

[Interesting, he can solidify his body at will]
He returns the handshake with the same firmness
"I'm glad, usually it dissolves them."

"You mean this."
He pulls the laptop out once more
"I can give it to you on the condition to document it, and if possible, appraise the Item"

"I don't know if you'll get any results back from that. It's not magical and you're surely not gonna understand it in such a short time. Where I come from, it's common-place... I could tell you about it?"

 

[Cryogenesis]

"I don't know if you'll get any results back from that. It's not magical and you're surely not gonna understand it in such a short time. Where I come from, it's common-place... I could tell you about it?"

"Sure, but I still want to appraise it; maybe it's different from those found in your native land."
He hands him Slyme the laptop and opens Book Omega
"So, tell me about this artifact."

 

[Cream Starlight]

The laptop still showed the same message of returning it to its owner, but... With extra message.
"please return to owner"
"this computer is important to her"
It's still trying to direct you to the camp.

 

[Wafflingtrepidation]

"Sure, but I still want to appraise it; maybe it's different from those found in your native land."
He hands him Slyme the laptop and opens Book Omega
"So, tell me about this artifact."

"Yes... It appears to run off a different operating system than mine. Oh, and there's a lot of context here you don't have that I simply can not fill you on in within a timely manner, apologies. It is from a different company than my world's, though the same key principles are there. There is the screen, that is the flat, upwards bit that displays things witch can be manipulated by this pad and keys. It runs "software" which is... tools within the screen powered by a "charge" founded on electricity, all fitted within the device itself. Perhaps we should take it to the original owner... but I would get much more use out of it than them.

He speaks half-passionately. He probably enjoys the subject, just doesn't like explaining it.

"I could make an explosive with it, even!"

He seems passionate about that subject, though.

 

[Cryogenesis]

"Yes... It appears to run off a different operating system than mine. Oh, and there's a lot of context here you don't have that I simply can not fill you on in within a timely manner, apologies. It is from a different company than my world's, though the same key principles are there. There is the screen, that is the flat, upwards bit that displays things witch can be manipulated by this pad and keys. It runs "software" which is... tools within the screen powered by a "charge" founded on electricity, all fitted within the device itself. Perhaps we should take it to the original owner... but I would get much more use out of it than them.

He speaks half-passionately. He probably enjoys the subject, just doesn't like explaining it.

Thelgo goes, jotting down the information that Slyme is providing
"I see, that's why it didn't react when I touched the "Screen". I need to use that little rectangle there, known as "Pad" to operate the machine, which runs on electricity, and what I assume is a core known as "Software."
Thelgo then touches the screen, not out of stupidity, but to appraise the item. His hand begins to emit a dark blue glow, and he looks for any traces of Magic, curse, or flaw within the laptop.

"I could make an explosive with it, even!"

He seems passionate about that subject, though.

"Explosives, eh, you a demolitionist? I could supply you with some, but I'll have to set up shop for that"

 

[Cream Starlight]

Nothing about curses, but some magic was embedded (mainly for navigating the guys to that girl).
Flaws? Thelgo might notice the CPU being its weakness.

 

[Wafflingtrepidation]

Thelgo goes, jotting down the information that Slyme is providing
"I see, that's why it didn't react when I touched the "Screen". I need to use that little rectangle there, known as "Pad" to operate the machine, which runs on electricity, and what I assume is a core known as "Software."
Thelgo then touches the screen, not out of stupidity, but to appraise the item. His hand begins to emit a dark blue glow, and he looks for any traces of Magic, curse, or flaw within the laptop.

"Explosives, eh, you a demolitionist? I could supply you with some, but I'll have to set up shop for that"

"Yes, yes, all correct."

He brings his hand to where a chin would be, tapping it.

"I suppose you could call me that... I prefer "sapper"."

 

[Cryogenesis]

Nothing about curses, but some magic was embedded (mainly for navigating the guys to that girl).
Flaws? Thelgo might notice the CPU being its weakness.

Thelgo writes that down in his notebook, drawing a CPU in his notebook, and then turns to Slyme, showing him the drawing
"Can you tell me what this is? Also, there are faint traces of magic in that artifact."

"Yes, yes, all correct."

He brings his hand to where a chin would be, tapping it.

"I suppose you could call me that... I prefer "sapper"."

"I guess I can call you that, sapper, anywho, are you two the only ones in these lands?"

 

[Wafflingtrepidation]

Thelgo writes that down in his notebook, drawing a CPU in his notebook, and then turns to Slyme, showing him the drawing
"Can you tell me what this is? Also, there are faint traces of magic in that artifact."

"I guess I can call you that, sapper, anywho, are you two the only ones in these lands?"

He gets really close to the drawing then suddenly backs up, extremely quiet for a few seconds.

"That's a CPU. I've had it described to me as the "brain" of a computer. And... what do you mean by 'magic'?"

"I guess I can call you that, sapper, anywho, are you two the only ones in these lands?"

"No, there's definitely more. I imagine there's some..."

He points in the exact opposite direction of the camp.

"That-a way, my friend. I saw it on my way down."

 

[Cryogenesis]

He gets really close to the drawing then suddenly backs up, extremely quiet for a few seconds.

"That's a CPU. I've had it described to me as the "brain" of a computer. And... what do you mean by 'magic'?"

Thelgo writes the description of the CPU
"Seems the owner of the artifact embedded magic into the object. I can use this to find the owner later."

"No, there's definitely more. I imagine there's some..."

He points in the exact opposite direction of the camp.

"That-a way, my friend. I saw it on my way down."

"Perfect, perhaps I can finally settle down for now."
Thelgo extends his hand towards Slyme
"Pleasure meeting you, and thank you for the information. I'll make sure to inform the owner of the Artifact of its location."
He then extends his hand towards Helping Hands, before walking in the direction Slyme pointed. As he disappears into the woods, you can hear him whistle a soothing melody.

 

[Wafflingtrepidation]

Thelgo writes the description of the CPU
"Seems the owner of the artifact embedded magic into the object. I can use this to find the owner later."

"Perfect, perhaps I can finally settle down for now."
Thelgo extends his hand towards Slyme
"Pleasure meeting you, and thank you for the information. I'll make sure to inform the owner of the Artifact of its location."
He then extends his hand towards Helping Hands, before walking in the direction Slyme pointed. As he disappears into the woods, you can hear him whistle a soothing melody.

He shakes your hand just as he did earlier.

"Yes, a pleasure meeting you too..."

He watches him become a dot in the woods, sure to become forlorn soon.

<A shame, a great shame... I can make it up to him later or maybe not.>

 

[Cream Starlight]

The laptop started trying to tell Thelgo to go back by having the navigation arrow pointed downward. Boohoo.

 

[Wafflingtrepidation]

The laptop started trying to tell Thelgo to go back by having the navigation arrow pointed downward. Boohoo.

From what I recall, he still has the laptop.

 

[Cream Starlight]

(Whoops-)
(ignore that)

 

[Cryogenesis]

The laptop started trying to tell Thelgo to go back by having the navigation arrow pointed downward. Boohoo.

Unfortunately for the laptop, Thelgo is back alone in the woods and laptopless

 

[Cream Starlight]

(Blame my lack of backreading)

 

[Fluxxation]

Thelgo touches the touchpad and sees what happens.

Thelgo turns his head towards the machine, looking at it for a few seconds
"I forgot about you...what was it the dwarfs told me? direct...primitive...ahh! Now I remember."
He turns his full body towards the machine, laptop still at hand
"Automaton, state your primary objective."

Able to read lips sufficiently, they get the rough idea, yet they still bear no tolerance for being demeaned.

Their four arms remain crossed. The amorphous blob, if it really sees something worth collaborating over in them, can spell it out.

He doesn't bear much mind to you, just silently respecting you and putting two pseudopods out like hands that say "exactly my reaction" when he questions you on what you are.

He pulls a book with a small, red symbol stamped onto it out of his clothes--which are IN the tree, submersed in the greater slime mass--and launches it towards himself, catching it. He writes into it, rips out the page, and passes it to Helping-Hands. If you were to read it, it says this:

"This viking bearded person here is clearly a stupid fu tech-illiterate individual. He can not know the plan, as I fear he would only endanger and ruin it. Please indulge him or ignore him and we send him on his way as fast as possible. Scratch your right arm if you understand."

They slowly take up the note in a lower arm, lifting it to their waist to read it, then crumpling it in a swift flick of the wrist, tucking it into a pocket, very intentional not to litter, it would seem.

They slowly turn their head, over, and then down, lens shuttering once, like a blink.

Raising the same lower arm, they scratch their left, lower shoulder. What the hell is that supposed to imply?

They return to casting a blank gaze at Thelgo.

He then extends his hand towards Helping Hands, before walking in the direction Slyme pointed. As he disappears into the woods, you can hear him whistle a soothing melody.

She glances down at his hand, but does not move to accept the seeming handshake.

As he disembarks, her gaze settles back on the slime.

She squats, extending a solitary finger once again.

"WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT FROM ME?"

"I AM NOT A TOOL."

There's something more observant to their posture now, with the lens adorning their featureless face spinning quietly, thoughtfully.

 

[Wafflingtrepidation]

Able to read lips sufficiently, they get the rough idea, yet they still bear no tolerance for being demeaned.

Their four arms remain crossed. The amorphous blob, if it really sees something worth collaborating over in them, can spell it out.


They slowly take up the note in a lower arm, lifting it to their waist to read it, then crumpling it in a swift flick of the wrist, tucking it into a pocket, very intentional not to litter, it would seem.

They slowly turn their head, over, and then down, lens shuttering once, like a blink.

Raising the same lower arm, they scratch their left, lower shoulder. What the hell is that supposed to imply?

They return to casting a blank gaze at Thelgo.


She glances down at his hand, but does not move to accept the seeming handshake.

As he disembarks, her gaze settles back on the slime.

She squats, extending a solitary finger once again.

"WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT FROM ME?"

"I AM NOT A TOOL."

There's something more observant to their posture now, with the lens adorning their featureless face spinning quietly, thoughtfully.

He gives you a thumbs up before quickly ripping another blank page out of his leather-bound, red-stamped book. He scrawls into it, thoughtfully and slowly, seems he really wants to get his message across.

"I know what it feels like to be marginalized. Hell, I just got called a material minutes ago. I just want information or friends or anything right now. I'm stuck in this forest because I know I'm going to be blasted to high-hell if I show my face around that camp, I know it, it's happened before. Maybe I could hitch a ride on you into camp or you could just gather information? I'm really at a standstill right now, lost. I need direction. Please show me the way forward."

 

[Fluxxation]

He gives you a thumbs up before quickly ripping another blank page out of his leather-bound, red-stamped book. He scrawls into it, thoughtfully and slowly, seems he really wants to get his message across.

"I know what it feels like to be marginalized. Hell, I just got called a material minutes ago. I just want information or friends or anything right now. I'm stuck in this forest because I know I'm going to be blasted to high-hell if I show my face around that camp, I know it, it's happened before. Maybe I could hitch a ride on you into camp or you could just gather information? I'm really at a standstill right now, lost. I need direction. Please show me the way forward."

The machine hefts the note calmly, a second arm flitting up to pull at the top gently, so as it read it flat and flush.

The note is crumpled in a few seconds flat. It would seem like indifference, were the machine not… well, just that.

It’s tucked away like the last, and for once, she doesn’t immediately make eye contact. She stares dead ahead, lens slowly flitting up to look at the trees and patches of sky. She remains perfectly still for a bit, aside from the fluttering of the worn robe about her, then kneeling, scrawling once more into the dirt.

“YOU DON’T NEED ME. I DON’T NEED YOU.”

With that, the machine rises, not bothering to look back as she begins retracing her steps back towards the camp, much more calmly than how she entered.

Her exit reveals more words.

“SUNSET. FIND ME.”