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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6754079" data-attributes="member: 4936">While Kiehn was marching upstairs, Death Otter went to Esmerelda numbly and felt for a pulse. Then she checked the girl's injuries to see if what the agent had done also changed the appearance of the injuries that had killed her.Yeah, was what Otter thought. Yeah, it would look something like that, wouldn't it? Or, it COULD look like that. No sparkles or moonbeams, just a...revision. Existence was defined by information. It was just encoded on a medium human beings hadn't learned how to access. It could be defined, however, by what it wasn't. The acidpus. Whatever Kiehn had done. Sometimes you couldn't understand the rules until you saw them broken. Was the poetry important, or just some kind of garbage data...like flooding a port or something?She wasn't sure, but she was damn well going to find out.Hack the universe, bitches. But right now the only one she could actually have conversation with who verifiably could do it was walking upstairs. Probably to rein in Professor X and the rest of the Shawshank gang.Resolutely, she turned and hurried after him. Otter had no plan to get him to cough this information up, but it was a moot question until he was actually in her presence. Then she'd just wing it.[roll0] Init</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 6754079, member: 4936"] While Kiehn was marching upstairs, Death Otter went to Esmerelda numbly and felt for a pulse. Then she checked the girl's injuries to see if what the agent had done also changed the appearance of the injuries that had killed her. Yeah, was what Otter thought. Yeah, it would look something like that, wouldn't it? Or, it COULD look like that. No sparkles or moonbeams, just a...revision. Existence was defined by information. It was just encoded on a medium human beings hadn't learned how to access. It could be defined, however, by what it wasn't. The acidpus. Whatever Kiehn had done. Sometimes you couldn't understand the rules until you saw them broken. Was the poetry important, or just some kind of garbage data...like flooding a port or something? She wasn't sure, but she was damn well going to find out. Hack the universe, bitches. But right now the only one she could actually have conversation with who verifiably could do it was walking upstairs. Probably to rein in Professor X and the rest of the Shawshank gang. Resolutely, she turned and hurried after him. Otter had no plan to get him to cough this information up, but it was a moot question until he was actually in her presence. Then she'd just wing it. [roll0] Init [/QUOTE]

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