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Post by Cordyceps sapiens on Dec 30, 2014 18:01:55 GMT
*a blue-skinned female enters the room, long-clawed hands waving in front of her as though she is conducting an imaginary orchestra. She is covered in tattoos of black lines, and in the scars of incredibly unnecessary surgeries.* The people of the All-One Mushroom-Faith send their greetings. We have consulted the signs, and they said I was to be the chosen ambassador. You may call me Dr. Worm: I'm not a real doctor, but I am a real worm, I am an actual worm. *Caigo has been glaring at Dr.Worm since she walked in* *notices, and starts staring at him, although she may just be focussing on the interplay of colors around his face. Her expression is blank and her three eyes are unblinking.* |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Dec 30, 2014 18:05:42 GMT
*a blue-skinned female enters the room, long-clawed hands waving in front of her as though she is conducting an imaginary orchestra. She is covered in tattoos of black lines, and in the scars of incredibly unnecessary surgeries.* The people of the All-One Mushroom-Faith send their greetings. We have consulted the signs, and they said I was to be the chosen ambassador. You may call me Dr. Worm: I'm not a real doctor, but I am a real worm, I am an actual worm.
"people of the All-One Mushroom-Faith, you are hereby granted the status of: 'not a heretic'. congratulations. The Disciples of Serenity have extended to you the courtesy of continuing your practices without interference from us. do not disappoint us."
that is all.
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Post by ThatOneGuy on Dec 30, 2014 18:09:20 GMT
*Caigo has been glaring at Dr.Worm since she walked in* *notices, and starts staring at him, although she may just be focussing on the interplay of colors around his face. Her expression is blank and her three eyes are unblinking.* You took my brother. What did you do with him. Tell me now. *Caigo's look is full of hate and rage. He really wants to kill you, but is trying to stop himself* |
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Post by Cordyceps sapiens on Dec 30, 2014 18:12:46 GMT
*a blue-skinned female enters the room, long-clawed hands waving in front of her as though she is conducting an imaginary orchestra. She is covered in tattoos of black lines, and in the scars of incredibly unnecessary surgeries.* The people of the All-One Mushroom-Faith send their greetings. We have consulted the signs, and they said I was to be the chosen ambassador. You may call me Dr. Worm: I'm not a real doctor, but I am a real worm, I am an actual worm.
"people of the All-One Mushroom-Faith, you are hereby granted the status of: 'not a heretic'. congratulations. The Disciples of Serenity have extended to you the courtesy of continuing your practices without interference from us. do not disappoint us."
that is all.
We recognize and honor the Disciples of Serenity in turn. Glory to the True Divinities, and may all discover their proper path. |
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Post by Cordyceps sapiens on Dec 30, 2014 18:15:13 GMT
*notices, and starts staring at him, although she may just be focussing on the interplay of colors around his face. Her expression is blank and her three eyes are unblinking.* You took my brother. What did you do with him. Tell me now. *Caigo's look is full of hate and rage. He really wants to kill you, but is trying to stop himself* Oh, is that all? We raised him up to the ranks of the enlightened. What was the name of your brother? Perhaps I can tell you whether his ascension was successful. |
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Post by ThatOneGuy on Dec 30, 2014 18:17:17 GMT
You took my brother. What did you do with him. Tell me now. *Caigo's look is full of hate and rage. He really wants to kill you, but is trying to stop himself* Oh, is that all? We raised him up to the ranks of the enlightened. What was the name of your brother? Perhaps I can tell you whether his ascension was successful. Feyvon. His name was Feyvon. |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Dec 30, 2014 18:17:31 GMT
*notices, and starts staring at him, although she may just be focussing on the interplay of colors around his face. Her expression is blank and her three eyes are unblinking.* You took my brother. What did you do with him. Tell me now. *Caigo's look is full of hate and rage. He really wants to kill you, but is trying to stop himself* |
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Post by Cordyceps sapiens on Dec 30, 2014 18:21:11 GMT
Oh, is that all? We raised him up to the ranks of the enlightened. What was the name of your brother? Perhaps I can tell you whether his ascension was successful. Feyvon. His name was Feyvon. I am familiar with the initiate. He is called Merulius now, for the trembling. |
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Post by Uh-Oh Nautilus on Dec 30, 2014 18:25:48 GMT
*Slowly, a figure emerges from the shadows on the cabin's ceiling. They are wearing elaborate, multi-layerd maroon robes covered with decorative black and white wavy patterns. despite these heavy robes and their awkward position, them move completely silently. They remove a small pad of paper and a pencil from one of the many layers of their robe, and proceed to use said pencil to gently tap the shoulder of Samantha, speaking in a surprisingly young female voice* Excuse me. You are one of those Monks of Flesh, yes? You are known for your regenerative abilities, correct? Bladed weapons being completely useless in a combat scenario. If my asking does not offend, what sort of method would be most likely to kill with the least resistance? Would a strike to the brain be sufficient? *This is asked in a completely normal conversational tone, indicating no malice or hostility, and if anything, genuine curiosity* she considers a bit. Well, it depends on which monk you are talking to. I've thickened my skull more than normal in order to prevent head strikes having too much effect. Considering that I don't really have any active magical abilities, most of my fighting will have to be short range. After having observed many battlefield injuries, I've strengthened areas accordingly. If you needed to kill me, for whatever reason, it would be very hard to do with a weapon unless you were prepared to break open my chest cavity and smash my organs to a pulp, which is not easy. Environmental hazards could still hurt me I guess. Drowning, lightning, fire. Poison, although I'm not sure what poisons still work on my modified flesh.
I'm hard to put down. Samantha smiles, then takes a seat. ((Samantha's a battlefield surgeon so discussing stuff like this is not really a problem. She's pondered her own death a hundred times, and she isn't telling you anything that actually endangers her really.)) |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Dec 30, 2014 18:28:37 GMT
*Slowly, a figure emerges from the shadows on the cabin's ceiling. They are wearing elaborate, multi-layerd maroon robes covered with decorative black and white wavy patterns. despite these heavy robes and their awkward position, them move completely silently. They remove a small pad of paper and a pencil from one of the many layers of their robe, and proceed to use said pencil to gently tap the shoulder of Samantha, speaking in a surprisingly young female voice* Excuse me. You are one of those Monks of Flesh, yes? You are known for your regenerative abilities, correct? Bladed weapons being completely useless in a combat scenario. If my asking does not offend, what sort of method would be most likely to kill with the least resistance? Would a strike to the brain be sufficient? *This is asked in a completely normal conversational tone, indicating no malice or hostility, and if anything, genuine curiosity* she considers a bit. Well, it depends on which monk you are talking to. I've thickened my skull more than normal in order to prevent head strikes having too much effect. Considering that I don't really have any active magical abilities, most of my fighting will have to be short range. After having observed many battlefield injuries, I've strengthened areas accordingly. If you needed to kill me, for whatever reason, it would be very hard to do with a weapon unless you were prepared to break open my chest cavity and smash my organs to a pulp, which is not easy. Environmental hazards could still hurt me I guess. Drowning, lightning, fire. Poison, although I'm not sure what poisons still work on my modified flesh.
I'm hard to put down. Samantha smiles, then takes a seat. ((Samantha's a battlefield surgeon so discussing stuff like this is not really a problem. She's pondered her own death a hundred times, and she isn't telling you anything that actually endangers her really.)) |
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Post by ThatOneGuy on Dec 30, 2014 18:30:05 GMT
Feyvon. His name was Feyvon. I am familiar with the initiate. He is called Merulius now, for the trembling. ... Could I see him? |
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Post by Uh-Oh Nautilus on Dec 30, 2014 18:32:41 GMT
It makes me safe enough for my purposes. I mean, nobody ever really wants to fight me: who would want to get put on the monk's blacklist?
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Post by Cordyceps sapiens on Dec 30, 2014 18:33:58 GMT
I am familiar with the initiate. He is called Merulius now, for the trembling. ... Could I see him? Could you? If your sight is strong enough, yes. You can always see what you are looking for, if you just know how. *pulls out a small black mirror and places it in front of you. It displays nothing but the inside of the room.* |
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Post by ThatOneGuy on Dec 30, 2014 18:41:02 GMT
Could you? If your sight is strong enough, yes. You can always see what you are looking for, if you just know how. *pulls out a small black mirror and places it in front of you. It displays nothing but the inside of the room.* ... Is this a test?! Are you seriously testing me?! You stole my brother! I think I should at least get the right to visit him! *Caigo is angrily looking in the mirror from different angles* |
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Post by Cordyceps sapiens on Dec 30, 2014 18:55:43 GMT
Could you? If your sight is strong enough, yes. You can always see what you are looking for, if you just know how. *pulls out a small black mirror and places it in front of you. It displays nothing but the inside of the room.* ... Is this a test?! Are you seriously testing me?! You stole my brother! I think I should at least get the right to visit him! *Caigo is angrily looking in the mirror from different angles* No test. You asked me if you could see him. Apparently not. Given the time, if the signs are right, a visit could be arranged. He may even remember you. |
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