-Sharp desummons its weapons and looks out to Andy, flying over to her-
-It seems it no longer fears the black hole after its initial shock-
-It taps its head, then traces a line down its cheek-
I don't see anything... then again this is a cruddy telescope.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-to Mildred- Vhat? Playing god? Oh please, ist done so much back home zhat it really isn't zhat special.
A chimpanzee can be a soap opera celebrity, and people vill eat it up, and some people vill get expensive plastic surgery to look like a chimp.
-to Alana- Vell... mostly some thoughts on technology and equipment.
-Scylly... takes the apple... and eats it -
-the arrangement of the fruit forever marked by the absence of that singular apple-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Sharp tilts its head, then reaches out for the cosmic dust that is Andy, gently-
Huh. Well, it's far away, you know? It'll be a long time before it reaches anything important.
-Gracia gives an angry shout of protest-
No! Give that back!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Sharp's a tough customer. It once took on Hateful Gleaming and Disco Embargo at the same time and didn't even take a nick. A black hole should be nothing to it... right?
-Sharp seems to be trying to... project something... some kind of pulse-
-After ages of simply passively soaking in your mental connection, Andy, it is sending something back-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-to Mildred- It kinda is.
-nods to Alana- Yep. I'll give you a layout of vhat my plans are, later. I need to get together vhat I'm thinking.
-She continues to nibble the apple away with tiny mouths on the tips of her fingers-
-that weren't there before-
-while she gives a toothy grin to Gracia-
Whyyy?~ Is fruit of tha earth!
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThey were mine! I got them out and made them look nice and now it's ruined!
-She reaches over the table, up onto it, trying to get the apple back-
-Understand this, Andromeda-
-The pulse you receive is not thought, it is not memory, it is not an intangible array of fancy that lifeforms attach to the chemical impulses of the brain-
-It is fact-
-The being that humans call Sharp Resplendence thinks in fact-
-Understand this, Andromeda-
-You and this being are in combat-
-Even with blades sheathed, it is striving to defeat you-
-All it understands is violence-
-Every act it has made towards you has been one of violent intent-
-But not malice. Violence is not malice. It cannot feel malice. Only violence. Disconnect the two-
-Even the act of communication, the act of addressing one another, the act of making the other understand something, visualise something, comprehend something, that is an intrusive act. A violent act-
-It wishes violence on you-
-In whatever form you please-
God though, a black hole... I've seen Interstellar, these things are trouble!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Eires took the telescope and looked through it, scanning the sky the best they could.
-Is it violent? The only menace is the, ahem, bodily harm it could inflict...and it feels, well, unlike natural phenomena. Like natural phenomena, at the same time but how convenient is it that it's more than far enough away?-
Solace idly wondered if Marcia was the type to sell snake oil.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Understand this, Andromeda-
-Only two states exist-
-Violence, and peace, and peace is death-
-That black hole will bring peace-
-Peace must be avoided at all cost-
-Peace must be destroyed-
Someone care to fill me in?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"Uh, big?....How uh, big are we talking?" Eires asked, trying to retain their composure.
-It's not threatening so far, if you can ignore the ungodly disregard for all known laws of physics-
Solace shrugged, looking around.
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