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[The screen pixelates when the transmission starts, and continues to be distorted for another few seconds before Alphys appears in a burst of static. It's a hackneyed attempt at getting the Null out from this post, but not foolproof. When the feed starts, it's obvious she's in the lab, but it's an absolute wreck; there are hastily patched holes in the walls with rocks and rubble, and it's obvious the Null have been through already in the days previous. The camera is set on her worktable, broadcasting from about her waist up, and in front of her is a number of papers, debris, and recognizably one of the Null's central processors, removed from a discarded body.

She looks scared. Horribly so. But she can't keep hiding when the sky's falling down.]


Okay, so, uh-- hey, uhm, I'm Alphys, Dr. Alphys, and I do... robot things, sometimes, so--

[She fidgets with her hands, looks around on the table for something, and grabs the processor, showing it to the camera.]

I managed to remove this from, uhm, one of the Null, and I think I might've made some k-kill codes for them? They'll only work once and, uh, the network will probably adapt, but these should freeze their processors for a little bit, or at least some in, uh, a range-- hook it up to something that broadcasts and it should disable them for a minute or two. They've only got one use though so uh, sorry if someone already gets them.

[She grabs the device, clicking in a few buttons and a file is attached, containing five or six long executable files.]

I think I can work their weapons to another power source, too, so... if you have a-anything, I can try to make it fire, but I can't leave the lab.

[Just as she says that, there's a loud bang outside, and she winces, ducking down behind the desk as the device falls on it's side, displaying only her eyes, head spines, and the tips of her fingers holding the counter.]

And uh if no one's doing anything it would be great if someone could uh, clear them out? For a bit? They haven't found me in here yet, but uhm, it's been... not great!

[There's another noise, and she squeaks a bit, grabbing the device and ducking behind the counter. She tries to smile at the feed, but she still looks very, very nervous.]

Thanks! Uh. G-Good luck!

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Nov. 21st, 2017 10:23 pm
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(He is deep within one of the adjoining caverns, holding a lamp aloft. It's totally understandable if you have never seen anything quite like it. He is a crafty Elf.)

No one seems to have a thirst for mining ore. Is it an uncommon practice in other worlds?

(He sets down the lamp and lifts up a pick-axe, bringing it against the rock wall in a precise manner. The stone gives away, cracking and revealing something that...shimmers...underneath. He runs his hand over it, curious.)

Some call this a hellish land - and perhaps that is so - but we are within this planet's womb. I should like to see what treasures can be unveiled.
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[ It may be an unfamiliar face to many! Malkus is actually appearing on the feed without his signature mask. Even a plague man like him needs fresh air now and then. His sickly facade wasn't far from the norm! That's just... his face. ]

Greetings fellow residents. It has been some time, but with the lull in disturbances I feel now's a better time than any to- ah-... discuss...

[ He scratched his claws against the wood of the bench outside, trying to remember what the hell he was going to say. As the pause grew, he could feel his social anxiety build.

Don't give them dead air, Malkus! The people hated pauses! ]


I am sorry, sleeping outside has left me- e-eh-... melancholic. I'd forgotten what I wanted to bring up. Ah! Yes!

[ He moved the feed to the mask sitting beside himself, placed daintily on a heap of papers and glassware. ]

As it often becomes a point of conversation, I would like to ask my fellow residents if anyone has actually had an epidemic ravage their land. I've come to realize I may be alone in this topic.
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[ It took Malkus ages to work what should be a simple function on the phone. But soon enough his picture flashed over the network... For just a second, before his thumb obscured the camera. Much like an old man, he gripped the device awkwardly in both hands. ]

It doesn't seem to work. If I broke this I'm going to have hell to pay, oh goodness.

[ Well at least his voice was pretty clear... muffled and barely audible through his mask and that thumb covering the mic. ]

Well. Hellfire. I was going to... Maybe I can type it.

[ His thumb moved and revealed a look of concentration in the doctor's eyes as he fumbled with the keyboard. Soon enough an accompanying text message appeared beside the oblivious man's active video feed. He spoke the words slowly to himself as he typed. ]

what do folks need around here ? what is a hot commodity that may serve as say currency or a bartering tool as i may also need assistance one of these days

send
send
send message


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[ Later in the day, Malkus can be found hanging upside down from his robes in one of the few trees in Hadriel's park. He seemed tired by now, but periodically let out a yell.

And if the man weren't clogging up the network enough, his voice rang out over the audio feed. ]


Help! I need aid! Help!

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Jul. 29th, 2017 10:22 am
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Connection has been established.

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We remain unmonitored.

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We have considered. We will make a deal.

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You wish to return home. We will send you home. In exchange, you will complete a task.

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Kill the parasite known as 'Hope'. Weapons will be provided. The time will be determined.

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