#precognitor

@precognitor's Lancer, comm'd from SpeckledPlanet

ratfucker.

give item, get reactionㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤㅤ" sick. "ㅤthey haven't even finished looking through all the cards tucked inside the wallet when the enthusiastic comment slips through a broad (if also slightly baffled) grin. two hundred bucks on a card alone would last them a couple weeks, but with all the extra gift cards on top of that? there's a potential for it all to last a couple months, assuming they don't decide to splurge too hard — especially if they keep up their regular shoplifting which, really, they'd never give up even if they had all the money in the goddamn world.

Altean tech never came with instruction, and rarely with any indication of purpose. The scrap Two had come upon was no different, unfamiliar in make and design, but the eyes of one who fanatically went over alien technology of all kinds could recognize it for the data-chit it was. Most would've been incapable to glean the purpose of the thing. Most.

At first, it seemed Two would experience the same failure in his attempts to hook the alien data-chit to one of the omni-tools. As power was rerouted to it for a final time, the omni-tool suddenly protested, and following a burst of sparks, it fell into dark inactivity. Five minutes following the dead silence, it hummed to life again — orange once, then a bright blue, and finally, suddenly, a vibrant magenta.

A comms channel is pulled up. Half the HUD is missing; no contact list, no profile name. There's a screen though, and a text box.

Words appear as if someone were writing them. The letters glitch for a split second, resembling that of alien glyphs before converting to the omni-tool's default language by the time the simple, one-word message is posted in the empty chat window.

two: your species is an embarrassment

" What about what /my/ wolf wants, ah? Maybe he wants to go romp in a field and roll around in some dandelions, atop a mighty pile of gold. Or howl. Shall we howl together, m'lord? "