MIRROR PREFECT RIDES
Aug. 18th, 2011 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buywithme[Video in motion! Prefect is roaming the halls as he makes this post, filming the corridors ahead of him as he paces through them. His voice is breathless and happy, excited.]
Attention passengers, nothing to worry about!
[He suddenly makes a BRRRRRRRR noise, with his mouth, and gives the Camera a shake.]
Attention all passengers, this is absolutely positively not a flood! But go check on your inmates all the same!
[He gives a loud, open laugh, hyena-like.]
Nothing out of the ordinary, just a little bit of turbulence, and right now I'm prepared to give you an amazing discount off the price of the Brooklyn Bridge, if there are any takers?
[Prefect laughs again, and this time it's definitely more of a cackle. The camera's still pointing ahead of him, and he's still walking, speeding up a little bit.]
So there's a flood on, or if it's not a flood then it's a breach or an invasion or an adjustment of our course and we're hurtling into the sun, or the hull is slowly beginning to disintegrate and one by one we're all going to fall out and empty our lungs into the vaccuum and maybe someone will actually die for a change. [He starts humming now, turning into a stairwell and leaping down in one jump. London bridge is falling down.] But most likely it's just a flood. So tell me: [The camera twists around to focus back on Prefect. He's grinning, and his eyes are wild and... pretty scary.] Have we grown horns? Have we grown old? Are we our fathers or mothers or friends or lovers? Have we all turned into monsters? Whoooooo are you? Who are we all today?
[His eyes flick up then, and he frowns, looking off down the corridor. The Camera twists, looking forward again, and Prefect picks up speed.]
And more importantly: Where are you? Come out come out, Comrades!
[An instant later, something sends the communicator crashing to the floor and out of Prefect's hands, and the feed ends.]
Attention passengers, nothing to worry about!
[He suddenly makes a BRRRRRRRR noise, with his mouth, and gives the Camera a shake.]
Attention all passengers, this is absolutely positively not a flood! But go check on your inmates all the same!
[He gives a loud, open laugh, hyena-like.]
Nothing out of the ordinary, just a little bit of turbulence, and right now I'm prepared to give you an amazing discount off the price of the Brooklyn Bridge, if there are any takers?
[Prefect laughs again, and this time it's definitely more of a cackle. The camera's still pointing ahead of him, and he's still walking, speeding up a little bit.]
So there's a flood on, or if it's not a flood then it's a breach or an invasion or an adjustment of our course and we're hurtling into the sun, or the hull is slowly beginning to disintegrate and one by one we're all going to fall out and empty our lungs into the vaccuum and maybe someone will actually die for a change. [He starts humming now, turning into a stairwell and leaping down in one jump. London bridge is falling down.] But most likely it's just a flood. So tell me: [The camera twists around to focus back on Prefect. He's grinning, and his eyes are wild and... pretty scary.] Have we grown horns? Have we grown old? Are we our fathers or mothers or friends or lovers? Have we all turned into monsters? Whoooooo are you? Who are we all today?
[His eyes flick up then, and he frowns, looking off down the corridor. The Camera twists, looking forward again, and Prefect picks up speed.]
And more importantly: Where are you? Come out come out, Comrades!
[An instant later, something sends the communicator crashing to the floor and out of Prefect's hands, and the feed ends.]
spaaaaaaaaam.
Date: 2011-08-19 12:45 am (UTC)The helmet release shouldn't be too hard to find with a little groping, a tiny stud just above the bright markings on his chest. Springing it unfurls that shiny black mask like a flower, revealing a red-eyed face ravaged by code corruption and still completely devoid of emotion as the Program is totally focused on shutting Prefect down.
He jams both hands up under Prefect's chin, aiming to snap his head back. Choking off his air seems like the fastest way to go here.]
spaaaaaaaaam.
Date: 2011-08-19 01:03 am (UTC)He wants to crash his forehead into the programs and see which of them breaks first, but the hands on his neck prevent it. Instead he forces his hands up Rinzlers face, searching for the twin hollows of those red eyes, so he can gouge them out.]
spaaaaaaaaam. GRAAAAGH I CAST FIST
Date: 2011-08-19 01:30 am (UTC)Ah, fuck it. He reels back to try and deck Prefect across the face, half-blind or not.]
spaaaaaaaaam. NATURAL TWENTY!
Date: 2011-08-19 02:01 am (UTC)Come here...
[Prefect makes a grab for Rinzler's hair, the idea of headbutting the inmate has clearly gotten under his skin a little, because he's still going to take a stab at that.]
spaaaaaaaaam. SWEET. *subsequently flubs evasion roll*
Date: 2011-08-19 05:25 am (UTC)But this is where he's drawn the line, and the best he can do as the Warden comes swinging back at him is firm his stance, square his shoulders and lower his head. Prefect's fingers tangle in his hair and there's a crack of bone against bone as the man's forehead meets Rinzler's jaw.
It sends the Program reeling back a step, only to lunge forward with a soundless snarl on his face to try and tackle Prefect and bear him to the floor.]
spaaaaaaaaam. I'm pretty sure that charging gives Rinzler a bonus to his damage here...
Date: 2011-08-19 06:26 am (UTC)It made his existence more certain.
His head is throbbing and hot when Rinzler crashes into him, and Prefect goes down, landing hard on his back under the Program. He throws his hands up, trying to guard his face and neck, while thrashing a leg out wildly. It's not much of an attack, but right now he barely cares anymore.]