[The computer sighs. Or the computer equivalent of a sigh, where the screen slowly dims and a crackling hiss of static surges through the speakers. Phoenix will get the impression of an adolescent boy's longing huff. Frustration, maybe, like he's getting a bit frustrated that people don't seem to understand.
Especially the grownups.
The screen brightens again, and the text reply rolls rapidly beneath Phoenix's entry.]
hello phoenix
let me explain how i want to help
what i want to do is make sure everyone here everyone all of my friends will be safe from her reach
she took us all down she wants to destroy she turned you into terrible monsters she makes you hurt
thats not what i do never but i cant help unless we all work together as friends as a team to counteract her moves
[If Phoenix knows Marco Evangelisti or Majima Goro, he'll recognize the merperson and werewolf pixelated caricatures scrolling across the screen. They chug and tinker away at a doorway-sized portal, until eventually, Majima develops Xs across his eyes and disappears into an ether, with Marco left alone, his face a cartoonish frown.
There's room for a new partner. One with wings, peeking out the edge of the screen. Pixel Marco's face levels out to a stark flat line.]
our machines are imperfect our portals have errors in calculations and the more power and minds we can have with me the better we can make them
no subject
Especially the grownups.
The screen brightens again, and the text reply rolls rapidly beneath Phoenix's entry.]
hello phoenix
let me explain
how i want to help
what i want to do
is make sure everyone here
everyone
all of my friends
will be safe from her reach
she took us all down
she wants to destroy
she turned you into terrible monsters
she makes you hurt
thats not what i do
never
but i cant help
unless we all work together
as friends
as a team
to counteract her moves
[If Phoenix knows Marco Evangelisti or Majima Goro, he'll recognize the merperson and werewolf pixelated caricatures scrolling across the screen. They chug and tinker away at a doorway-sized portal, until eventually, Majima develops Xs across his eyes and disappears into an ether, with Marco left alone, his face a cartoonish frown.
There's room for a new partner. One with wings, peeking out the edge of the screen. Pixel Marco's face levels out to a stark flat line.]
our machines are imperfect
our portals have errors
in calculations
and the more power and minds we can have with me
the better we can make them
will you join us?