Whistling a soft and jaunty tune, the appendages continued to try to worm their way back to where the vibrantly colored cloth laid. Seemingly numb to what any of them were saying, the voice kept up, small chunks of ceramics tumbling through the neighboring foliage as if tosses into the clearing from the left side of the scene relative to how the two exited the apparent ruins. The squawking died down to a choked sputtering, accompanied by the kicking up of leaves moments before a pop of vertebrae cut the struggle short. Aside from the gentle breeze through the trees and distant alien birdsong, the clearing was rendered eerily quiet after this as foliage, high and low, rustled with the panicked retreat of a myriad woodland critters. ...save for a shifting weight some ways respectfully off. Walker, on edge, could note the shifting of boots in proximity of this silence, the tell before an ambush...that didn't come. For better or worse, if this sound was just a larger beast making its final steps away, or a surreptitious voyeur keenly noting the goings-on, the strange surroundings veiled the eyes that paranoia insisted were creeping in from all around. As, once one hears such a distinct sound, they acutely await the next click of a stick or shifting of leaves...accentuating the eeriness of the acclaimed hostile wilds. Books and spook-stories told at a hearth would whisper of such moments, just before the antagonist would reveal itself in all of its horror. Meanwhile, as Violet picked up the legs, they extended to rigidity, making it significantly easier to haul them. At this moment, the humming stopped, and the voice chirped, [color=00a99d]"Hoo hoo~"[/color] with a piping tone like wind through an instrument, coming across more direct in the tone. [color=00a99d]"My core frame is located in your approached proximity. Flagging, the tapestry should denote my primary mass. Once ambulatory, I will be sufficient in aiding my own reconstruction, and will be serviceable in moments soon after~"[/color] they cooed, a bit monotone in their direct addressal. Flecks of porcelain began to flick from the right, as well, as a scuttling in the bushes came from where the 'squawk' originated. [color=00a99d]"As I am unfamiliar with your land, I urge you to remain calm during my recompilation..."[/color] they began, sounding hollow but in a reassuring tone, the flecks ceasing to come from the left side as the scuttling became more aggressive. The sound of leaves shifting under a light, spidery, weight accented their next playfully cooed words as one of the ankles in a boot twisted. [color=00a99d]"...All involved parties~"[/color] In the same moment, off in the direction the toe of the boot turned to, the voice of a man picked up in a bout of panic. "H-wh-A-AAHH!! GIT IT OFF!! GIT IT OFF!!!" The playful voice resumed humming as a man tumbled out from behind a tree they must have been crouching behind...a pale porcelain hand scrambling over them, which they fought to slap at and shake off like one would a spider. Tripping into a bush, the hand shifted and perched on the base of the foliage while they rolled out, with a surprising level of dexterity, drawing a light crossbow in the same motion. Angling the weapon, the hand splayed out to balance on the ring and pinky-finger while the bolt sailed past with a small spark as the metal struck the palm of the presumably porcelain appendage, knocking it onto the back of its hand. While the fingers wriggled and turned, the man used this bought time to leap off into the woods, disappearing in an instant into the farther foliage. A shallow series of piping chirps came from the body against the log, an expression at the pace with a laugh. A complete arm, doll-like in the joints of the shoulder, elbow and the complexities of a wrist then crawled out of the foliage to the right, the thumb and pinky clinging to a particularly large chunk of porcelain underneath it, wandering over to the tapestry. The arm set the section down and then started wrestling with the fabric to feed itself, backwards, up what was apparently a sleeve until a click was heard and it began functioning as such. They picked up the chunk that had been brought close and fed it into the space under the tapestry with a hissing click before lifting with a splayed palm in a show of submissiveness, as one would try to convey that it was not a threat. The other hand, on the other hand, scrambled over the mass to root around in the bushes where the voice had been coming from, presumably to collect the associated parts. [color=00a99d]"For your aid in my reassembly, I will endeavor to be as forward with the collective 'you' as I am capable."[/color] The voice chirped from the motionless bottom half of a head that the hand dragged out of the bushes. A pleasant smile on painted lips, it held an open domed base, as if it would fit onto a ball...or another dome? It was something [i]else[/i] from how anatomy would be expected to work, having no noles of any sort in spite of how it seemed capable of speech. [hider=Within a Second][color=gray]Damage... Damaged... The Lord Madam was a temperamental creature, and I chose not to hold ill will towards her response, what with the recent harrowing. I chose not to hold ill will... Damage... So separated, the pieces reflexively endeavored to return, but I could feel this sensation The Lord Madam had told me about. This... ...beginning assessment for review... Anger. - I was damaged through her passing whimsy and left to have my tapestry soiled in the dirt like trash, for a feat exacted against them which I did not inflict. Such results are incompatible with our mission. We [s]try to[/s] [i]are[/i] helping. This is...unfortunate. This behavior is unbecoming of The Lord Madam, and I will see it rectified at a lat[color=black]////[/color] at a...later [color=black]//////[/color] I will....make....it....[i]right[/i].... The Lord Madam and her whims are irrelevant to the course of the primary objective. Resolve. - I choose for this entry to be 'resolve', as gentle arms carry my legs. Since losses are acceptable, the eschewation of The Lord Madam to my company is...unfortunate... [color=black]/////[/color] The Lord Madam's grace will return to me. I am not concerned. Objectives. - Prevent the premature expiration of clients. - Do Right. - Maintain an objectively [u]true[/u] representation of common reality.[/color][/hider]