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silph_co2020-02-02 11:40 pm
uber_marionettist) wrote in silph_co2020-02-02 11:40 pm
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[[Dirk is making a rare video post, partially because he's just completed work on some kind of... something... albeit a something slightly more anime looking and triangular than you're probably picturing it right now. He's wearing it, too. Which is definitely a choice of some kind. There's a lot that's unclear here in the first seconds before he opens his fucking mouth and finally says something.]]
Don't say it.
I'm fully aware of how this looks.
It's a working prototype, it's going to be ugly. Emphasis here on 'working.'
Speaking of working, there's a museum of natural history in Pewter City. I know a thing or two about stealing from those, but I'm going to need hands for that. More than two or four.
[I don't give Carly a literal nod, but I think the figurative one is reasonably well deserved.]
That heist at the Safari Zone was a pretty crude affair--the mechanical equivalent of an unbaited box trap set with a stick and string, or a block of dry ice and a spring-loaded hammer. Frankly, I was really riding roughshod over reality back there, just trampling all over the flimsy fantasy figures of this featured fiction. I'm almost embarrassed about how shoddy my shit was.
Not this time.
[Now that I'm watching a screen, I can tell that having a 360+ view of my surroundings is going to take some adjustment. It's fine if I'm standing still, better if the cameras didn't have to constantly reposition and correct to cover any blind spots, but directional movement of any kind is going to be a real trip.
I intend that not be a literal one.]
I am back on my mastercrafted, flawlessly-tuned automechanical game. I'm operating with nanometric precision.
Which means I'm gonna need a count of heads before I can assemble this thing. You know, so I can allocate those heads to slot into the necessary moving parts.
Don't say it.
I'm fully aware of how this looks.
It's a working prototype, it's going to be ugly. Emphasis here on 'working.'
Speaking of working, there's a museum of natural history in Pewter City. I know a thing or two about stealing from those, but I'm going to need hands for that. More than two or four.
[I don't give Carly a literal nod, but I think the figurative one is reasonably well deserved.]
That heist at the Safari Zone was a pretty crude affair--the mechanical equivalent of an unbaited box trap set with a stick and string, or a block of dry ice and a spring-loaded hammer. Frankly, I was really riding roughshod over reality back there, just trampling all over the flimsy fantasy figures of this featured fiction. I'm almost embarrassed about how shoddy my shit was.
Not this time.
[Now that I'm watching a screen, I can tell that having a 360+ view of my surroundings is going to take some adjustment. It's fine if I'm standing still, better if the cameras didn't have to constantly reposition and correct to cover any blind spots, but directional movement of any kind is going to be a real trip.
I intend that not be a literal one.]
I am back on my mastercrafted, flawlessly-tuned automechanical game. I'm operating with nanometric precision.
Which means I'm gonna need a count of heads before I can assemble this thing. You know, so I can allocate those heads to slot into the necessary moving parts.