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fowl_beast

Trial run #1

Feb 15, 2010 20:17

Killerwatt planeEvil Chicken had grown so used to using the Killerwatt plane as an intermediate stop before reaching his world that at first he did not realize that he no longer needed to make a stop there. So there he was, perched atop the still faceless Providor unit, watching as the sentient thunderclouds and other various electromagnetic ( Read more... )

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fowl_beast February 16 2010, 03:40:46 UTC

Yes, the electromagnetic beasties were approaching. If there was any kind of self preservation instinct programmed into the Providors, it wouldn't know what to make of the current situation anyhow. Instead of running or getting ready to fight, it was busy mapping its surroundings, tracking the thunder clouds as they rolled in, calculating the velocity of the shimmering beings that were approaching. Sensing the rapidly rising electric field. Learning about this place.

fowl_beast February 16 2010, 04:02:13 UTC

Evil Chicken felt the changing electric field too. Or rather, he felt the build up of electric charge in his feathers.

Lightning was about to strike, and he wasn't moving. Of course, he wouldn't move back when death wasn't such an unappealing notion as it was now. But lately, he has been too busy to die. As he was now.

The bot may not have self-preservation instincts, but Evil Chicken did. These months of avoiding death had increased the urgency of that instinct. His mind raced....

Faraday cage

Ah, yes, that trick Oddenstein's assistants used when making repairs on the Killerwatt side of the portal. Particularly the redheaded one.

"Hold your arms out. I need you to protect me. Are you familiar with the concept of Faraday cages?"

fowl_beast February 16 2010, 04:16:02 UTC

"Yes"

It is possible Bragolc wants to be shielded from electrical discharge.

Makeshift Faraday cage by using arms. Hug Bragolc.

fowl_beast February 16 2010, 04:55:55 UTC

Evil Chicken hopped off the Providor's head and into its arms. The Providor embraced the chicken as if it were a stuffed toy prize it just won at a carnival.

Surprisingly, the bot's body was warm. Just the right temperature for a human decoy. Evil Chicken was expecting certain discomforts about the bot's embrace. He was expecting to be cold, to be squished, and to be slightly embarrassed about being hugged by this human looking thing. The bot was warm and had arms long enough that Evil Chicken wasn't squished.

Oh, right, shapeshifter.

The lightning came, with its brilliant light and thunder, but none of the heat. No singed feathers or flesh.

The Providor stood there, taking every lightning strike; protecting its new owner. A great many thunderclouds were now gathered around the bot, making sounds that could easily be interpreted as shrieks of rage or pain. The light coming from the killerwatts that were attacking the bot no longer shined as brightly as before.

Then, the bot and the chicken it was holding were gone.