Unfortunately for Fai, something was lurking in the Sun Room that didn't need to smell blood in order to find prey. The mark glowed, pulsated with red energy, almost as if it were alive and watching. It was comprised of three, haphazard strikes in a triange formation—crudely carved into the floor, almost as though the artist was in a hurry.
Or completely out of his mind.
The strange, glowing red mark on the floor was already enough to make any sane person want to run for his or her life, but the eerie, grating wheeze that filled the room like a dying man's breath raced up the spine, chilled flesh to the bone, and brushed the neck like the teasing fingers of death.
A medium-sized blue orb, shrouded in azure flame moved through the floor and circled Yuuhi for a brief moment before backing off.
Patient. The patient wasn't moving. That was acceptable--patients were not supposed to go any further. But they weren't supposed to die either. The light orb hovered, uncertain of what to do. His guidelines were very clear.
Patient: classified as a non-institution entity, humanoid and aggressive. Non-Patient: classified as an institution entity, humanoid, canine, avian, or other. All of the definitions were so hard to keep track of, it wasn't uncommon for him to mistake one for another...
Patient: Patients must not move further than the target area. The target area was set, and the patients could not move past it. If patient is an aggressor, combat was authorized. If patient was a non-aggressor, but would not comply with forceful suggestion, combat was also authorized. But no patient could die. Non-patients were not specified in his program, but patients were.
This man was in his target area. But he was a non-aggressor.
The blue orb pulsed, and a blinding flash of light filled every crevice and erased every shadow without warning. Once the brilliance cleared, he stood there—-swaying his thin, rag-doll body back and forth, head lolling from one side to the next as though tired. Zombie-like, his body was something out of nightmares. He looked to be stitched up, held together at the seams. Belts encircled his arms, legs, and neck tightly, as though the doll-maker didn't have time to stitch its limbs on with proper care. He looked as though he might fall apart at any moment. His wide, unseeing eye swiveled around in the socket as though taking in his surroundings and calculating things faster than was possible for the human mind. The other remained hidden behind his sea green hair, calculating, staring at Yuuhi's body.
His program was damaged. He needed to make a decision, but the switches kept flipping back and forth. What should he do?
no subject
Or completely out of his mind.
The strange, glowing red mark on the floor was already enough to make any sane person want to run for his or her life, but the eerie, grating wheeze that filled the room like a dying man's breath raced up the spine, chilled flesh to the bone, and brushed the neck like the teasing fingers of death.
A medium-sized blue orb, shrouded in azure flame moved through the floor and circled Yuuhi for a brief moment before backing off.
Patient. The patient wasn't moving. That was acceptable--patients were not supposed to go any further. But they weren't supposed to die either. The light orb hovered, uncertain of what to do. His guidelines were very clear.
Patient: classified as a non-institution entity, humanoid and aggressive. Non-Patient: classified as an institution entity, humanoid, canine, avian, or other. All of the definitions were so hard to keep track of, it wasn't uncommon for him to mistake one for another...
Patient: Patients must not move further than the target area. The target area was set, and the patients could not move past it. If patient is an aggressor, combat was authorized. If patient was a non-aggressor, but would not comply with forceful suggestion, combat was also authorized. But no patient could die. Non-patients were not specified in his program, but patients were.
This man was in his target area. But he was a non-aggressor.
Patient, non-aggressor... Non-patient, non-aggressor-- Aggressor non-patient. Patient aggressor. Patient aggressors were authorized targets.
The blue orb pulsed, and a blinding flash of light filled every crevice and erased every shadow without warning. Once the brilliance cleared, he stood there—-swaying his thin, rag-doll body back and forth, head lolling from one side to the next as though tired. Zombie-like, his body was something out of nightmares. He looked to be stitched up, held together at the seams. Belts encircled his arms, legs, and neck tightly, as though the doll-maker didn't have time to stitch its limbs on with proper care. He looked as though he might fall apart at any moment. His wide, unseeing eye swiveled around in the socket as though taking in his surroundings and calculating things faster than was possible for the human mind. The other remained hidden behind his sea green hair, calculating, staring at Yuuhi's body.
His program was damaged. He needed to make a decision, but the switches kept flipping back and forth. What should he do?