[ A disgruntled sensation ripples through the space, but the flood of data ceases, and Ananke responds with what feels like amusement and an underlying sympathy.
Sorry. He got mad that it triggered after he invited you in.
It's hard to tell where Ananke's responses are coming from. It's a little hard to tell where here even is. There's no reflections of a physical space to be found in Scarab's mind — instead there's an almost white-noise buzz of raw data being processed around them, while Scarab's sense of self rests in a vaguely central position to all of it. If Minuet focuses, he might pick up on details like Ananke's current vitals whizzing by; the number of heartbeats in the room they're in; repeated checks verifying that the door hasn't opened; etc. ]
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Sorry. He got mad that it triggered after he invited you in.
It's hard to tell where Ananke's responses are coming from. It's a little hard to tell where here even is. There's no reflections of a physical space to be found in Scarab's mind — instead there's an almost white-noise buzz of raw data being processed around them, while Scarab's sense of self rests in a vaguely central position to all of it. If Minuet focuses, he might pick up on details like Ananke's current vitals whizzing by; the number of heartbeats in the room they're in; repeated checks verifying that the door hasn't opened; etc. ]