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- ! event log,
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- my hero academia: toru hakagure,
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- terminator: the t-800,
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[Open] The easiest log I've ever written.
Oct. 4th, 2023 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chilloutdickwadCHARACTERS: The T-800 and you.
LOCATION: A hallway.
DATE: Sometime now.
CONTENT: A terminator stands and waits. (That's it.)
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, but will warn if needed.
[The T-800 does not have a room.
He doesn't particularly care to have one, in fact, because rooms with furnishings and personal touches are a human experience that he has little use for. He doesn't sleep (well, not in the classical sense; 'power saver' mode is not just for modern home computers), he doesn't eat, and he doesn't have any need to sit and rest his muscles or conserve his strength. So this is going to be a terribly easy log, when it comes right down to it.
The first night, people will likely notice the hulking muscular figure standing, as motionless as the dead, in one of the many hallways of the Ximilia. He doesn't so much as blink — just stands with his shotgun perched on one shoulder, fully prepared, as if at any moment danger could strike and he would need to be of immediate use. When he's out of his energy-saving mode, he is collecting data on crewmembers who wander nearby, and when he's fully alert, he does not utter a word. From the way he handles himself, you would think this sort of existence is... extremely usual for him.
Anyway, that's it. That's the log.
If anyone feels curious enough to ask what the hell he's doing, though?
The answer is offered with the slightest turn of his head, eyes unblinking:]
Waiting for our next mission.
[Do something, for the love of god, or he will be here menacingly for days and days—
(—, thinking. Thinking a lot, actually.)]
LOCATION: A hallway.
DATE: Sometime now.
CONTENT: A terminator stands and waits. (That's it.)
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, but will warn if needed.
[The T-800 does not have a room.
He doesn't particularly care to have one, in fact, because rooms with furnishings and personal touches are a human experience that he has little use for. He doesn't sleep (well, not in the classical sense; 'power saver' mode is not just for modern home computers), he doesn't eat, and he doesn't have any need to sit and rest his muscles or conserve his strength. So this is going to be a terribly easy log, when it comes right down to it.
The first night, people will likely notice the hulking muscular figure standing, as motionless as the dead, in one of the many hallways of the Ximilia. He doesn't so much as blink — just stands with his shotgun perched on one shoulder, fully prepared, as if at any moment danger could strike and he would need to be of immediate use. When he's out of his energy-saving mode, he is collecting data on crewmembers who wander nearby, and when he's fully alert, he does not utter a word. From the way he handles himself, you would think this sort of existence is... extremely usual for him.
Anyway, that's it. That's the log.
If anyone feels curious enough to ask what the hell he's doing, though?
The answer is offered with the slightest turn of his head, eyes unblinking:]
Waiting for our next mission.
[Do something, for the love of god, or he will be here menacingly for days and days—
(—, thinking. Thinking a lot, actually.)]
