a fated meeting? (shrike) Jan 27, 2015 19:31:10 GMT -5
Post by mannequin on Jan 27, 2015 19:31:10 GMT -5
'Oh, that was almost disappointingly easy!'
In a large, open area of the Grid, Dark Sirene stood with her guitar in her hand, looking down at the floor where four programs were kneeling, as if they were the servants and she was their monarch. Dark Sirene, the only one in red in amongst all the blue-circuited programs, had a smirk on her face as she slowly walked back and forth in front of them, noting how they didn't even dare to raise their heads unless she told them to. 'I guess my enticement song must've worked on them particularly strongly. Heh, the poor dopey things!'
Three of the programs were male, and currently suffering from a heavy dose of infatuation, while one was female and seemed star-struck rather than romantically interested, as if Dark Sirene were a celebrity and she was her biggest fan. All of them were on their knees on the Grid's floor, staring down until told otherwise.
'That's enough,' Sirene's regular personality tried to reason with her darker self. 'You've already made them think they love you; this fight's over, they won't bother us anymore! Let's just move on, okay...?'
Dark Sirene rolled her red eyes, smirking still. 'But if we 'move on,' they won't have their cherished queen anymore!' she protested, feigning a care for the four programs. 'That would be just too cruel. Better to stay here and watch their pathetic little selves a little longer! Maybe I could get them to come with me, make sure nobody else gets in my way--'
'No, just stop it,' Sirene protested back; unlike her dark self, she actually did care about other people, and she thought the fact that the programs were afflicted with such emotion against their will was horrifying. 'You don't even have a reason for doing this! Just leave them to get better! We have a search to go on, after all...'
'Oh, right. That.' Having remembered what she was actually here for, Dark Sirene pulled herself from her fun and turned to her 'servants.' "Well, it's been fun, but here's where I leave you," she said easily, turning and waving a hand over her shoulder.
The programs each stood up. "B-But, my lady!" one of the males argued. "What will we do without you?!"
"I had so many questions to ask you!" the female shouted.
"I wanted to be with you forever!" another male called.
Dark Sirene almost burst out laughing. "If you don't want to feel this pain again, don't be so quick to get up in unknown programs' faces. Let your heartache - not that you even have hearts, you pathetic things, you - be your punishment for picking fights with me!" she ended her sentence in a singsong tone, before walking off, leaving four distraught programs. It momentarily upset her that the effect would wear off at some point and they wouldn't be distraught forever, but what could you do?
'Right, then...' the program's face went serious, and she began to look around from side to side. 'Onto my actual business here. Time to get searching...'