ENDGAME - The Turtle Moves

[old_stoneface]

Who: Vimes, Tyzias, Megatron
When: The Endgame Event
Where: Ankh-Morpork
What: Time to prod buttock.
Warnings/Notes: Death, gloom, despair, highly improbable planetary structures.

Down in the deepest kingdoms of the sea, where there is no light, there lives a type of creature with no brain and no eyes and no mouth. It does nothing but live and put forth petals of perfect crimson where none are there to see. It is nothing but a tiny yes in the night.
And yet...
And yet...
It has enemies who bear it a vicious, unbending malice, who wish not only for its tiny life to be over but also that it had never existed.

Now, imagine what they think of humanity, and imagine that someone has given them a Soul Divider.

Comments

[peace_through_empathy]

"Normally I Possess Olfactory Sensors That Allow Me To Process Data In A Way That Would Be Comparable To An Organic Sense Of Smell." Megatron intones, then ponderously raises his arm and taps the middle of his face where a nose should be. "...But That No Longer Appears To Be The Case In This Form. No Tactile Sensors In My Extremities Either. My Sense Of Touch Has Been Deadened As Well. Oh. That Is Disconcerting."

He doesn't like the idea of having vital senses stripped of him; it will invariably make him less effective in a danger scenario, which they are almost assuredly going into.

"Reaction Time Is Slower As Well." He continues to take stock of his new form. "Though That May Simply Be Down To A Lack Of Familiarity With This Form On My Part. Movements Seem Stiffer, But Hopefully I Will Adjust Quickly. I Will Not Allow Myself To Hinder This Mission." He tries to turn his head to look at Vimes, but quickly realizes he has no neck joint. He takes a moment to re-orient himself to face the man.

"Ankh-Morpork Is Your Home Correct?" He asks. "Anything I Should Know Going In?"

[old_stoneface]

Vimes frowned. This wasn't quite expected, but it would probably prove advantageous. "My home, yeah." He sighed. "Right. Golems. Far as I'm aware, you're fireproof, but if you've been on fire don't go walking into water. I know there was one golem that died when a water tank exploded and fell on him, only bits and pieces left. You can move faster than you'd think, and you're damn near invulnerable. As for Ankh-Morpork... Call me selfish, but the first place we're going is Scoone Avenue. I've got a wife and son who haven't seen me in near on a year."

After a moment, he allowed: "Second place is the Palace. If there's any of this Soul Divider nonsense going on, then Vetinari's gonna know about it."

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias gnaws on the toothpick, getting used to the feeling of having flat teeth instead of sharp fangs. It's hard to feel her pearly whites with all of the calluses on her tongue now. She has no clue how humans eat anything like this. Taking the pick from her mouth and twirling it between her fingers, Tyzias nods, grimacing as she tries to work out a crick in her neck.

"Right then, sir. Let's roll. I'll pound some cobble, see what I can dig up. I can imagine that you want some privacy with your... family." It's still an alien concept to Tyzias.