[Cyberia] Re: Cyberia: Spirits in the Material World

[Cyberia GM]

"It's Pretty!" Suhuy shuffled to Mandor, his eyes gleaming. "And that other
thing... it was like... it was -very- like... Oh, but did you feel it? We
must extract it, and get those rotten voices out."
      
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Dot wasn't sure whether to approach the pair or not, the word "mine" still
echoing in her mind.  "What was it like?"

The object of their discussion was now prowling around the perimeter
circumscribed by the ball floating around her head.  Though there was
seemingly nothing between she and her prey, the energy she summoned had
disappeared as effectively as if a brick wall was present, and Pretty seemed
as if she didn't know what to make of it.

Low to the ground she studied the new arrival, and though her stance was
submissive, the gleam in her eyes was not.  Now that the cloud was
dissipated, it was very apparent that Pretty was quickly deteriorating;
gibbets of flesh and liquid metal littered the area around her.  Her
agitation was a very palpable thing as she probed this prison for a
weakness.

"mine." she said almost plaintively, looking back to Dot.

She looked from Pretty to Suhuy, "why..?  Ownership?"

"Because of your blood! But he can't have you." Suhuy leapt forward,
grabbing her wrist and pulling her a few steps closer to Mandor. "You're
mine!" He glanced up at Mandor with eyes suddenly bright and brown and
liquid. "Isn't she?"

"Well, I certainly see an affinity between you," said Mandor.  "And it's one
that she doesn't share with ... that."

He moved an expressive hand to the rapidly disintegrating Pretty - not a
pleasant sight.

"What is it, Suhuy?  Do you know?" he asked.  "Not that ... which we seek, I
believe.  It takes a lot of my power to hold it .... but ... "

He was frowning now, watching as though intrigued.