06-06-2018, 02:40 AM
The syntech receptionist looked up from her desk, pen lazily doodling on the back of a spare pamphlet from DA 2017. "Next." The woman muttered, holding up her face with one hand.
A serpentine mass of corded muscle and bone lumbered forwards, a nightmarish mix of serpent and insect and grim reaper alike. The creature let out a low growl, spittle drenching the floor beneath it, as it's unfeeling eyes locked with the receptionists.
The grey-haired woman looked up, adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses, and stifled a yawn. "Name?"
"Oh, he was just saving my spot in line." A warped voice called from behind the mutated abomination that now lowered its head and moved out of the tent. "My name is Sarah Kerrigan."
"Okay. Fill out these forms. Normally we require a promo, but..." the old woman trailed off, motioning one wrinkled hand at the man behind her. "I think we have what we need. We'll splice in some clips of darkshire or something." The woman explained, never leaving her endless monotone.
If Kerrigan couldn't hear her heartbeat, feel her psychic energy, and look at every skin cell with nanoscopic vision.... she'd be pretty sure she was talking to an android. It looked like at least some of Syntechs employees weren't easily impressed.
After filling out the forms - a sight that was quite jarring to those who looked in to watch, or wait their own turn - Sarah handed it to the half-asleep registrar.
The woman took it without a word, and Kerrigan was prepared to leave it at that, before the womans voice stopped her.
"'Fore we take ya to the preshow facility, just wanted ya to know - ya killed my cousin, back in Darkshire.
"I hope you're not expecting an apology?" Sarah asked with a grin, pivoting back to face the old woman.
The wrinkled old woman shook her head slowly, her dried-out prune of a throat giving out a raspong chuckle. "No. Never liked him. Never came to visit. I missed my favorite show that week to go to his funeral though, so I'm hoping you can get some gory kills for me to see this week. I have a bet with Blanche, and that old bitch is due to lose some money by now."
Okay. The queen of the Zerg found herself at a loss for words with this one. Part of her wanted to know who the hell Blanche was, but the smarter part of her psyche told her this was a secret of the omniverse even she'd rather not learn any more about, as she stepped on the teleportation pad, and left the old womans smiling face far, far behind.
A serpentine mass of corded muscle and bone lumbered forwards, a nightmarish mix of serpent and insect and grim reaper alike. The creature let out a low growl, spittle drenching the floor beneath it, as it's unfeeling eyes locked with the receptionists.
The grey-haired woman looked up, adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses, and stifled a yawn. "Name?"
"Oh, he was just saving my spot in line." A warped voice called from behind the mutated abomination that now lowered its head and moved out of the tent. "My name is Sarah Kerrigan."
"Okay. Fill out these forms. Normally we require a promo, but..." the old woman trailed off, motioning one wrinkled hand at the man behind her. "I think we have what we need. We'll splice in some clips of darkshire or something." The woman explained, never leaving her endless monotone.
If Kerrigan couldn't hear her heartbeat, feel her psychic energy, and look at every skin cell with nanoscopic vision.... she'd be pretty sure she was talking to an android. It looked like at least some of Syntechs employees weren't easily impressed.
After filling out the forms - a sight that was quite jarring to those who looked in to watch, or wait their own turn - Sarah handed it to the half-asleep registrar.
The woman took it without a word, and Kerrigan was prepared to leave it at that, before the womans voice stopped her.
"'Fore we take ya to the preshow facility, just wanted ya to know - ya killed my cousin, back in Darkshire.
"I hope you're not expecting an apology?" Sarah asked with a grin, pivoting back to face the old woman.
The wrinkled old woman shook her head slowly, her dried-out prune of a throat giving out a raspong chuckle. "No. Never liked him. Never came to visit. I missed my favorite show that week to go to his funeral though, so I'm hoping you can get some gory kills for me to see this week. I have a bet with Blanche, and that old bitch is due to lose some money by now."
Okay. The queen of the Zerg found herself at a loss for words with this one. Part of her wanted to know who the hell Blanche was, but the smarter part of her psyche told her this was a secret of the omniverse even she'd rather not learn any more about, as she stepped on the teleportation pad, and left the old womans smiling face far, far behind.