Trial run #1
Feb. 15th, 2010 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fowl_beastKillerwatt plane
Evil 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 beasties approached. Evil Chicken's first instinct was to teleport to the portal between this world and his world, but then he remembered Jordan said about the Providor units.
Still, he was worried. There seemed to be more thunderclouds than usual approaching. Maybe it was because he was at a higher vantage point than usual. Maybe not. He waited, as did the bot.
Evil 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 beasties approached. Evil Chicken's first instinct was to teleport to the portal between this world and his world, but then he remembered Jordan said about the Providor units.
"the bot is energy-proof, a lightning bolt would just recharge it."
Still, he was worried. There seemed to be more thunderclouds than usual approaching. Maybe it was because he was at a higher vantage point than usual. Maybe not. He waited, as did the bot.
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Date: 2010-02-16 04:55 am (UTC)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.