The Cursed Village
But inside the monster was his friend, moire. "moire, if you're in there, please. don't do this." his words weren't going through. if moire was in there, it wasn't the moire he knew. "please." he closed his eyes, hoping his death came swiftly.
Lamp Chat
A few moire. i'm guessing... you? **alassin:** mine looks like a brass club. (whaling ship). am i there? tell me i'm there! **daomond:** yeah, i think ... maybe? what's going on? **jann-in-the-pann:** it's a jail break, baby!
Tow
Then she sees moire patterns, digital noise. she must have blacked out: her augmented sight's coming back online. so are all her entirely natural nerves, and they are _pissed._ what the hell did she get hit with? a shock stick?