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Noise

It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-

Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit

It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.

Anatawa hitorijanai

For a moment, there is quiet.

You breathe.

And fall through water.

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[She gasps when it digs in, and - hesitates.

Because she's supposed to be Sobeck. All things are possible, with Sobeck.

But since it's not overwhelming, she'll tense back up momentarily.]

Already too much to handle.

[So. Is this a bad idea? Most plans are. She didn't make a melee weapon, so she's grabbing for the next best thing, the tool she was prying parts off the car with, and attempting to jam that thing into the damn thing at her ankle.]

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[The ease in which other things have fallen apart to the tools]

[Does not apply to the Kraang.]

[Its not a weirdly good wrench, its just a wrench and she will need to wrack hard and fast and will probably bruise up her ankle to escape.]

[WHACKWHACK. WHACK.

Starting to scream at it as she bruises herself up to get loose.]

[She is able to drive the tentacle off and she is free!]

[The tentacle is coming again though, what do.]

[Let's see, we're on plan...C? D?

Drop her last trap to try and buy time.

Then, if she remembers cars -

Attempting, with her poor vision, to dig into the trunk to try and find the ancient weapon known as a tire iron.]

[TIRE IRON, OBTAINED]

[There's more shrieking as the tentacle is electrocuted!]

[Hey

Hey guess who thinks it's perfectly normal to dig into her crafting menu in the middle of a fight.

Tire Iron + compressor + metal shards? She thinks this would be a good recipe for a shard spewer.]

Need something with piercing.

[Honestly, valid]

[HAVE A SHARD SPEWER.]

[Its probably disheartening how the tentacles are not getting torn to shreds like most things would be. Whatever these things are, they're hardy as fuck.]

[The shard spewer is, however, keeping them at bay.]

[Grimacing - but okay. It at least fends them off.

She's going to try, one more time, to get to the tech. If she can just get her hand on something - a spy drone to help with her vision, a laser, something...!]

[The shredder is doing great at keeping the tentacle back.]

[As she goes for the drone, there are swipes of tentacles, but they can't get a clear shot with the shredder and]

[DRONE GET]

Got it - better back off, find some space to use it.

[TIME TO RUN]

[The shredder keeps the tentacles occupied and she is able to retreat!]

[RUN RUN RUN.

If she can, she'll back all the way off to the start, and head for the train. Figures that'll be a good place to hunker down and start fiddling with the drone.]

If I can get this active, maybe I can get these lenses to work for me...

[She can indeed. The tentacles are dangerous, but they were concentrated there.]

[Mostly.]

[She may notice now that some of the overgrown vines have eyes, but the vines are far less in the train station.]

[Quiet, now.]

Hope they aren't all connected.

[Turning the drone over. Is there a power button?]

[It does indeed have a power button!]

[She's gotta push it. Just keep mucking around with things!]

[The drone powers up]

H-h-hey dudette!

[The drone has a surfer bro voice.]

[She does jerk back, but only a little. Talking tech - not her first.]

What's a...doesn't matter right now.

Do you have a status display?

L-l-let me check. I took a b-beating when those rancid d-dudes showed up.

[There's whirring and finally, a holographic display pops up. System Operation: 56%]

Rancid? Sounds about right.

[Squints.]

'System Operation:' ...large. I think Gaia could get a fair amount done at half her heuristic capability.

Listen. I need something to make up for my eyes. I'm - having trouble seeing.

Oh really? Yeah, I can help!

[There's a few moments and then POP]

[Recipe: Glass + Metal + Computer = Goggles
Recipe: Glass + Metal + Computer = Goggles/Headphones]

[...Grin.]

Perfect. Raph said the communication devices here are phones - would you be able to communicate with me through the headphones, if I use that recipe?

[Aloy's prone to impatience, so she's getting her tools and going after a train wall to start trying to get some metal again.]

Sure can! I'm bluetooth capable!

[She can easily pry metal off the train. It comes as easy as the junk in the yard. Clearly the tentacles are Special Resistant.]

Heh. I don't suppose blue teeth work any better against the...dudes?

[Hmm. Well, for the time being: metal get, and then she'll move on to collect glass from train windows.]

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