Originally Posted by
Chaotic Bob
[Mallside - General]
Libby retains a patient look on her face as Magtok gathers himself back together.
It's a common state of being for her.
Patient.
A necessary trait, for something that must quietly wait off to the side, while Life has its fun and joy, ready to step in and take everything off to the next step when the vibrancy has at long last passed.
Even so-trapped amid the murky depths of frozen time, Magtok is a portal for her into that vibrancy. She can accept comparatively brief delays, for her taste of the light.
Mostly.
"Mm...the latter would seem a rather more efficient means than trying to cram something into a letter itself.
More room to work."
At some point, her bat returned to her hand, idly twirling amidst her fingers.
"Spectacle, however...our victims would require spectacle. Perhaps moreso than just mere scorpions and monkeys could provide."
Spectacle in some form or another seems to be the primary fuel for the Nexus, after all.
"When was the last time you made a properly large scene of yourself?"
Poor J1MMY. What did he ever do?
The truncated cube settles on the ground somewhere near the converted vessel, faintly pulsing at a slightly brighter intensity than it had before.
Given a few minutes, J1MMY will proceed to reactivate...very slowly. From the outer portions inwards, in direct defiance to the proper method by which electronics or organics should operate.
This may or may not be related to faintly detectable energies moving through the gilded patterns recently-grown across the poor thing, connected inwards to a rather dull and boring not-quite-a-cube at its core.
J1MMY will be fine.