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Post by Durga on Mar 16, 2015 16:48:30 GMT
Well then. I'd be a fool not to leave now and get home while I can.
*promptly does not do that, instead opting to look around first*
Meanwhile in Awfultown. Or specifically, under a table at the coffeehouse
Processing...
Processing...
Processing...
Upgrade complete!
*Snart's body now resembles a segmented raccoon made of plates of carved bone with a gecko-like head and a pudgy drill tail. He still has a segmented isopod-like shell protecting his back as well as two feathery antennae*
Ok! This is good. This one can maybe help friends better now!
*wanders out of the coffeehouse, examining the chaos in the streets*
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Mar 16, 2015 18:39:20 GMT
<Oh, just browsing! You see, I'm having rather a lot of fun destroying big things, and you are comparatively little...thus, a curio! My name is Orochi, my motives are null. And you?>
And I suppose that means you've already taken care of this place's previous owner? A pity. Perhaps you have left the core of the beast? Cordelia rather needs it, you see.>
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 16, 2015 18:46:08 GMT
Well then. I'd be a fool not to leave now and get home while I can.
*promptly does not do that, instead opting to look around first*Meanwhile in Awfultown. Or specifically, under a table at the coffeehouse Processing...
Processing...
Processing...
Upgrade complete!
*Snart's body now resembles a segmented raccoon made of plates of carved bone with a gecko-like head and a pudgy drill tail. He still has a segmented isopod-like shell protecting his back as well as two feathery antennae*
Ok! This is good. This one can maybe help friends better now!
*wanders out of the coffeehouse, examining the chaos in the streets* *Grapefruit can be seen casually walking through the street, cutting down multiple clown-themed robots with her blade tentacles.* *You eventually reach one of the barges. You see one large create, which is rattling. There are several other crates as well, but not seeming command room or anything.* <You underestimate the world around you. In any case, it's a pleasure to meet you, Orochi. I am an administrator, nothing more. I am making sure my subordinates run this acquisition to our domain PROPERLY. I assume you know how useless minions can be. You seem the type.>
And I suppose that means you've already taken care of this place's previous owner? A pity. Perhaps you have left the core of the beast? Cordelia rather needs it, you see.> |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Mar 16, 2015 18:49:58 GMT
Well then. I'd be a fool not to leave now and get home while I can.
*promptly does not do that, instead opting to look around first*Meanwhile in Awfultown. Or specifically, under a table at the coffeehouse Processing...
Processing...
Processing...
Upgrade complete!
*Snart's body now resembles a segmented raccoon made of plates of carved bone with a gecko-like head and a pudgy drill tail. He still has a segmented isopod-like shell protecting his back as well as two feathery antennae*
Ok! This is good. This one can maybe help friends better now!
*wanders out of the coffeehouse, examining the chaos in the streets* *Grapefruit can be seen casually walking through the street, cutting down multiple clown-themed robots with her blade tentacles.* *You eventually reach one of the barges. You see one large create, which is rattling. There are several other crates as well, but not seeming command room or anything.* <Indeed. I've had many minions, some more useless than others. And I have been told that I frequently underestimate others. It's what led to my current form, ohohoho~! Not that I mind, don't get me wrong...just a bit of a bother with this awful, crushing pressure on my psyche! Hoho~!
And I suppose that means you've already taken care of this place's previous owner? A pity. Perhaps you have left the core of the beast? Cordelia rather needs it, you see.>
*Orochi crabwalks towards the centre of the fortress.*
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
Posts: 2,272
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 16, 2015 19:03:49 GMT
*Grapefruit can be seen casually walking through the street, cutting down multiple clown-themed robots with her blade tentacles.* *You eventually reach one of the barges. You see one large create, which is rattling. There are several other crates as well, but not seeming command room or anything.* <The core is in the center of the Fortress. With the Miracle Child. You can try and obtain it, if you like. I cannot tell if my associates will be courteous. I'm a very busy Horror, so if there's nothing else?>
*Orochi crabwalks towards the centre of the fortress.*
*Irtep flies off as Orochi bumps into the gate. It is closed, manned by two figures wearing giger-esque clothing, with gas mask-like heads.* Who are you? Why have you come to this Glorious, Accursed Fortress? To kick some golem ass, that's what!The old tyrant is dead!! Long live the New Tyrants!! |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Mar 16, 2015 19:07:04 GMT
<Oh, I wouldn't want to keep you. You've been quite helpful. Do go ahead and get back to...horroring. Until our next encounter~!>
*Orochi crabwalks towards the centre of the fortress.*
*Irtep flies off as Orochi bumps into the gate. It is closed, manned by two figures wearing giger-esque clothing, with gas mask-like heads.* Who are you? Why have you come to this Glorious, Accursed Fortress? To kick some golem ass, that's what!The old tyrant is dead!! Long live the New Tyrants!! |
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride
Posts: 2,272
Favorite Disease: The Boneshakes
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 16, 2015 19:13:13 GMT
*Irtep flies off as Orochi bumps into the gate. It is closed, manned by two figures wearing giger-esque clothing, with gas mask-like heads.* Who are you? Why have you come to this Glorious, Accursed Fortress? To kick some golem ass, that's what!The old tyrant is dead!! Long live the New Tyrants!! We have done no such thing! The previous master brought upon him the wrath of our benevolent masters when he sought to use them to control us! Now they control us! We will only permit entrance to those willing to do manual labor for all eternity!! Professionalism in creating statues of weird things required! Otherwise you are stuck to the mess hall. Mind control, huh? Don't we kinda work for, you know, the god of that? |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Mar 16, 2015 19:24:41 GMT
Ah, yes yes, totalitarian regimes are the best, and all that. However, this gate is rather in the way of our, as my companion so eloquently put, golem derriere destruction! Though I fear you may have rather taken the fun out of this little expedition. The least you can do is let us through to get the core, and we'll be on our collectively merry ways~! We have done no such thing! The previous master brought upon him the wrath of our benevolent masters when he sought to use them to control us! Now they control us! We will only permit entrance to those willing to do manual labor for all eternity!! Professionalism in creating statues of weird things required! Otherwise you are stuck to the mess hall. Mind control, huh? Don't we kinda work for, you know, the god of that?
It's so hard to keep track of these days. So I shall give you the benefit of the doubt, Cordelia! If what you say is true, then perhaps it would be possible to be the unstoppable force to their immovable object, so to speak? Something, as they say, must surely give.
*Orochi gently takes a little peruse of the minds of the gatekeepers, seeing what's the dealio.* |
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 16, 2015 19:28:25 GMT
We have done no such thing! The previous master brought upon him the wrath of our benevolent masters when he sought to use them to control us! Now they control us! We will only permit entrance to those willing to do manual labor for all eternity!! Professionalism in creating statues of weird things required! Otherwise you are stuck to the mess hall. Mind control, huh? Don't we kinda work for, you know, the god of that?
It's so hard to keep track of these days. So I shall give you the benefit of the doubt, Cordelia! If what you say is true, then perhaps it would be possible to be the unstoppable force to their immovable object, so to speak? Something, as they say, must surely give.
*Orochi gently takes a little peruse of the minds of the gatekeepers, seeing what's the dealio.* *Cordelia makes fingerguns at nobody in particular.* Also you sound like that guy we lost right now. The one that Erkel guy took or something.*The minds don't seem to be under psionic control, but rather overshadowed by another being deeper into the complex, as if its very presence forces them to work for it.* |
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Louis
Magboil Handler
Oh good a terrible death place.
Posts: 996 
Favorite Disease: Bullet to the face syndrome
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Post by Louis on Mar 16, 2015 19:56:46 GMT
<Years upon years of manual labor is probably bad. Combat is an option, but maybe stealth would be best?>
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Mar 16, 2015 19:59:41 GMT
We do? I thought that my mind was being slowly subsumed by the god of light and domination? Or maybe I had half of my very concept sealed away and my memories rearranged by an ancient and equally powerful cosmic force masquerading as a being?
It's so hard to keep track of these days. So I shall give you the benefit of the doubt, Cordelia! If what you say is true, then perhaps it would be possible to be the unstoppable force to their immovable object, so to speak? Something, as they say, must surely give.
*Orochi gently takes a little peruse of the minds of the gatekeepers, seeing what's the dealio.* *Cordelia makes fingerguns at nobody in particular.* Also you sound like that guy we lost right now. The one that Erkel guy took or something.*The minds don't seem to be under psionic control, but rather overshadowed by another being deeper into the complex, as if its very presence forces them to work for it.*
*Orochi contorts in an unnatural, but...weirdly sensual way, bringing her abdomen up over her head in an impossible configuration...and spraying black ink out of the eyes on her abdomen at the gatekeepers. Gross. Let's see what happens!*
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Dr. Caliginous, VII
Frequent Core Shifter
Tarnished silver is silver still
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Post by Dr. Caliginous, VII on Mar 16, 2015 20:01:34 GMT
Allow me to consult with my sources...
Yes?...Ah, you've heard, then...A description for this kind fellow, here...Yes, thank you...
A blue, squid-type gentleman, travels with a bottle of sentient urine, likely located in or traveling to the Awfultown region. If we got close, I might be able to detect his scent... I have finely honed senses from my years in the darkness. Like a dog, you know. Hmmm... Awfultown. Never heard of it. I know a place you might find useful to find him, though... It's called the Horror Pool, and it's higher up in the spire. *Due to the fact he seems to be frozen in time and or space, Louis decides to start doing backflips for no reason.* *Orochi stops playing solitaire inside the mind of some poor bewildered human who suddenly found themselves distracted by vivid hallucinations of giant playing cards, and cheerfully saunters on over to the NEXT FUCKBOT. She whistles a jaunty tune, and if there is time you better believe that she tangos with Cordelia.* *The combination of Louis' backflips and Cordelia and Orochi's tango distracts them long enough to reach the lair of the NEXT FUCKBOT... A massive fortress built into a cliffside, brass in coloration, with a huge throne on top. There is a statue of a humanoid, jagged figure in front, but it has been bisected at the middle, and the top half is nowhere to be seen. Flying from out of the fortress can be see some sort of creature. it looks like a spade symbol, regal and black, with long, feathery wings, which look like digital wireframe, and a long tail seemingly made of linked together needles.* *Dink follows silently, except when the head appears. He squeaks in fright, and attempts to hide behind Petrichor while also scurrying along. Dink tries to restrain himself from chatting the whole way, figuring that this is possibly the worst time to do that. After they arrive, Dink looks around awkwardly.* uhh...do you know where i can, er...go and hide somewhere? and cry? for like...years?*Petrichor points at Sauron's seat, which stares into Dink's eyes with a burning malice.*
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Post by Uh-Oh Nautilus on Mar 16, 2015 20:17:56 GMT
Hey, Xward, I think it's about time that I returned to Awfultown, just to check up on things. I will be back.
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If I don't come back, there may be a problem and it would be a good idea for you to return as well.
I wake up. My war form sits in the tavern. I take a moment to extend my senses and re-adjust them to the old body.
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Post by Durga on Mar 16, 2015 20:47:25 GMT
*Grapefruit can be seen casually walking through the street, cutting down multiple clown-themed robots with her blade tentacles.* *You eventually reach one of the barges. You see one large create, which is rattling. There are several other crates as well, but not seeming command room or anything.* - :
This one will assist!
*a segment on snart's shell opens up and launches seven reddish pink metallic orbs which dart around in the air like hummingbirds and fire tiny cutting lasers at the eys and joints of the clownbots* |
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Grigor Mortis
Kidney Stone Breeder
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Mar 16, 2015 20:56:33 GMT
I was referring to myself.*Cordelia makes fingerguns at nobody in particular.* Also you sound like that guy we lost right now. The one that Erkel guy took or something.*The minds don't seem to be under psionic control, but rather overshadowed by another being deeper into the complex, as if its very presence forces them to work for it.*
*Orochi contorts in an unnatural, but...weirdly sensual way, bringing her abdomen up over her head in an impossible configuration...and spraying black ink out of the eyes on her abdomen at the gatekeepers. Gross. Let's see what happens!**You hit only one, which horribly morphs into some backward thing, joints twisted, and splitting down the middle, the split forming into a jagged mouth.* Looks like stealth's out!*Cordelia points her arm at the other guard, who is in panic at the Guard's transformation. The beam is a pastel pink, and crackles with darker purple energy. You can vaguely hear jazz music coming from it. The energy wraps itself around the guard, which is corrupted in a different way. It becomes entirely black and grey in coloration, wearing a pinstripe suit and bowler hat, its face becoming a spotty black void with two glowing white eyes, which are multiple dots coming together. Its hands are a similar blotty black, which then form glowing white brass knuckles.* Hmmm. Anyway, you can try and open the door, Louis!Hmmm... Awfultown. Never heard of it. I know a place you might find useful to find him, though... It's called the Horror Pool, and it's higher up in the spire. *The combination of Louis' backflips and Cordelia and Orochi's tango distracts them long enough to reach the lair of the NEXT FUCKBOT... A massive fortress built into a cliffside, brass in coloration, with a huge throne on top. There is a statue of a humanoid, jagged figure in front, but it has been bisected at the middle, and the top half is nowhere to be seen. Flying from out of the fortress can be see some sort of creature. it looks like a spade symbol, regal and black, with long, feathery wings, which look like digital wireframe, and a long tail seemingly made of linked together needles.* There's always Barad-Dur.*Petrichor points at Sauron's seat, which stares into Dink's eyes with a burning malice.*
(Let the record show that while my enthusiasm might imply sarcasm it is sincere.)Hey, Xward, I think it's about time that I returned to Awfultown, just to check up on things. I will be back.
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If I don't come back, there may be a problem and it would be a good idea for you to return as well.
I wake up. My war form sits in the tavern. I take a moment to extend my senses and re-adjust them to the old body. *Grapefruit is destroying Petri's robots outside.* |
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