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Post by gobby gobberson on Jan 4, 2015 5:47:49 GMT
A mechanical screeching and the feeling of having a cold pickle pubbed up and down the spine enters the room. It precedes SPACE FETUS. The silhouette, in red, of an unborn human young enters the room, surrounded by a swirling reddish disc. A slice of bananna and a generic marble fall into the soul jar. |
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Post by Uh-Oh Nautilus on Jan 4, 2015 5:56:55 GMT
When Azershull's avatar removes its fingers from its face holes, there is a small pie in front of it.
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Post by Grigor Mortis on Jan 4, 2015 11:04:18 GMT
*The ground bubbles with black ink and a horrifying figure emerges, clad in black, twisted mantle of flesh, with four long arms, reaching the floor, decrepit and cracked, and no legs, its shadow stretches over the room. Its face is that of a human female's, though cracked and broken, with red eyes peering out of the cracks, and pale gray hair, which upon further inspection, is several twisting tentacles.. Take-Mikazuchi, fourth ward of Izanami, has arrived, lord of Thunder and Fate. It looms ominously, before speaking.*
Can I have a water.
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Jan 4, 2015 12:30:10 GMT
*The door is suddenly blown off of its hinges, flying into the air and then skidding to a halt on the floor a few metres away. Standing in the entrance, fist smoking, can be see a tall, strong looking young woman. She has silver, metallic skin, and short, black hair. Every so often, sparks of azure light crackle through it.
She is wearing an elaborate, elegant dress, but she looks anything but dainty - her musculature is impressive, and her face is set in a cold, emotionless stare, that is only added to by the fact that her eyes are mostly black, with just a pinprick of ice-blue light where the pupil would be. Running all the way down her spine are six pairs of long, flexible, flat protrusions, rather similar to fins, or perhaps wings. They undulate in calm ripples whenever she speaks, such as now:*
Your Calculations Were Incorrect, Arawn. That Was A Highly Inappropriate Amount Of Force To Have Used Against That Portal. No Anomalous Properties Detected.
*The woman strides through the ruined entrance, closely followed by a slightly short young man. This person is dressed in clothing equally as fancy and impractical, but in a more masculine style.
They have silver, metallic skin, the same as the woman, and their long black hair flickers with pink energy. In contrast to the his companion, his frame is rather slight, as though he has not experienced a day of work in his life. His eyes are solid pools of pink light, and he has two pairs of fluttering anesopteroid wings. He puts a hand over his mouth as he giggles, before replying breezily:*
I told you - that way was the most dramatic - a dramatic entrance is of the utmost importance, don't you know. Something to stun and dazzle, amaze and terrify, hmm~? *Looks around at all the current patrons*
...Hmm. We may need something more bombastic. Oh, hold on! Uonaidh, do you have-
*Before he can finish, the tall woman interrupts him.*
No. Not Again. I Refuse To Assist You In Whatever You Have Planned. We Are To Proceed With The Mission, As Specified. Is this Information Understood.
*The man's cheer does not waver, in the slightest.* Haha, perfectly well, perfectly well! Onwards!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLw5uGgJlXI)
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Post by ThatOneGuy on Jan 4, 2015 14:21:36 GMT
*The door is suddenly blown off of its hinges, flying into the air and then skidding to a halt on the floor a few metres away. Standing in the entrance, fist smoking, can be see a tall, strong looking young woman. She has silver, metallic skin, and short, black hair. Every so often, sparks of azure light crackle through it.
She is wearing an elaborate, elegant dress, but she looks anything but dainty - her musculature is impressive, and her face is set in a cold, emotionless stare, that is only added to by the fact that her eyes are mostly black, with just a pinprick of ice-blue light where the pupil would be. Running all the way down her spine are six pairs of long, flexible, flat protrusions, rather similar to fins, or perhaps wings. They undulate in calm ripples whenever she speaks, such as now:*
Your Calculations Were Incorrect, Arawn. That Was A Highly Inappropriate Amount Of Force To Have Used Against That Portal. No Anomalous Properties Detected.
*The woman strides through the ruined entrance, closely followed by a slightly short young man. This person is dressed in clothing equally as fancy and impractical, but in a more masculine style.
They have silver, metallic skin, the same as the woman, and their long black hair flickers with pink energy. In contrast to the his companion, his frame is rather slight, as though he has not experienced a day of work in his life. His eyes are solid pools of pink light, and he has two pairs of fluttering anesopteroid wings. He puts a hand over his mouth as he giggles, before replying breezily:*
I told you - that way was the most dramatic - a dramatic entrance is of the utmost importance, don't you know. Something to stun and dazzle, amaze and terrify, hmm~? *Looks around at all the current patrons*
...Hmm. We may need something more bombastic. Oh, hold on! Uonaidh, do you have-
*Before he can finish, the tall woman interrupts him.*
No. Not Again. I Refuse To Assist You In Whatever You Have Planned. We Are To Proceed With The Mission, As Specified. Is this Information Understood.
*The man's cheer does not waver, in the slightest.* Haha, perfectly well, perfectly well! Onwards!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLw5uGgJlXI) |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Jan 4, 2015 14:29:25 GMT
*The door is suddenly blown off of its hinges, flying into the air and then skidding to a halt on the floor a few metres away. Standing in the entrance, fist smoking, can be see a tall, strong looking young woman. She has silver, metallic skin, and short, black hair. Every so often, sparks of azure light crackle through it.
She is wearing an elaborate, elegant dress, but she looks anything but dainty - her musculature is impressive, and her face is set in a cold, emotionless stare, that is only added to by the fact that her eyes are mostly black, with just a pinprick of ice-blue light where the pupil would be. Running all the way down her spine are six pairs of long, flexible, flat protrusions, rather similar to fins, or perhaps wings. They undulate in calm ripples whenever she speaks, such as now:*
Your Calculations Were Incorrect, Arawn. That Was A Highly Inappropriate Amount Of Force To Have Used Against That Portal. No Anomalous Properties Detected.
*The woman strides through the ruined entrance, closely followed by a slightly short young man. This person is dressed in clothing equally as fancy and impractical, but in a more masculine style.
They have silver, metallic skin, the same as the woman, and their long black hair flickers with pink energy. In contrast to the his companion, his frame is rather slight, as though he has not experienced a day of work in his life. His eyes are solid pools of pink light, and he has two pairs of fluttering anesopteroid wings. He puts a hand over his mouth as he giggles, before replying breezily:*
I told you - that way was the most dramatic - a dramatic entrance is of the utmost importance, don't you know. Something to stun and dazzle, amaze and terrify, hmm~? *Looks around at all the current patrons*
...Hmm. We may need something more bombastic. Oh, hold on! Uonaidh, do you have-
*Before he can finish, the tall woman interrupts him.*
No. Not Again. I Refuse To Assist You In Whatever You Have Planned. We Are To Proceed With The Mission, As Specified. Is this Information Understood.
*The man's cheer does not waver, in the slightest.* Haha, perfectly well, perfectly well! Onwards!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLw5uGgJlXI)
Inorganic Lifeform. Unremarkable Mental Capabilities. Limited Utility.
*The Lobes retract, and shiver gently*
Useless To The Mission. *The metallic humanoid turns away, and ignores Trotter.*
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Post by Cordyceps sapiens on Jan 4, 2015 14:32:08 GMT
Hello friends! I'm Trotter! Can I ask what your mission is?
Inorganic Lifeform. Unremarkable Mental Capabilities. Limited Utility.
*The Lobes retract, and shiver gently*
Useless To The Mission. *The metallic humanoid turns away, and ignores Trotter.*
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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 Jan 4, 2015 14:34:37 GMT
Hello friends! I'm Trotter! Can I ask what your mission is?
Inorganic Lifeform. Unremarkable Mental Capabilities. Limited Utility.
*The Lobes retract, and shiver gently*
Useless To The Mission. *The metallic humanoid turns away, and ignores Trotter.*
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Post by ThatOneGuy on Jan 4, 2015 14:46:28 GMT
Hello friends! I'm Trotter! Can I ask what your mission is?
Inorganic Lifeform. Unremarkable Mental Capabilities. Limited Utility.
*The Lobes retract, and shiver gently*
Useless To The Mission. *The metallic humanoid turns away, and ignores Trotter.*
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Jan 4, 2015 14:46:57 GMT
*The flat wing-like lobes on the woman's back extend, surrounding Trotter and bathing him in azure light, which gives a sharp tingling sensation.*
Inorganic Lifeform. Unremarkable Mental Capabilities. Limited Utility.
*The Lobes retract, and shiver gently*
Useless To The Mission. *The metallic humanoid turns away, and ignores Trotter.*
Currently, We Are The Only Units Available With A High Enough Mental Capacity.
Yes, well, Uonaidh dear, you didn't have to mention that.
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Post by ThatOneGuy on Jan 4, 2015 14:49:18 GMT
If that mission doesn't involve getting me some water I swear on me primordial mum I'll eat every fuckin chicken in your place.
Currently, We Are The Only Units Available With A High Enough Mental Capacity.
Yes, well, Uonaidh dear, you didn't have to mention that.
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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 Jan 4, 2015 14:50:22 GMT
If that mission doesn't involve getting me some water I swear on me primordial mum I'll eat every fuckin chicken in your place.
Currently, We Are The Only Units Available With A High Enough Mental Capacity.
Yes, well, Uonaidh dear, you didn't have to mention that.
I'd corrupt you right now if I could, but I'm not that triggerhappy. Also I have a headache.
You should meet my sisters.
Especially Elizabeth. |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Jan 4, 2015 14:54:52 GMT
Oh, I'm afraid not! It's all to do with getting to know organics! We're the lucky ones who've been chosen for this highly important mission!
Currently, We Are The Only Units Available With A High Enough Mental Capacity.
Yes, well, Uonaidh dear, you didn't have to mention that.
I'd corrupt you right now if I could, but I'm not that triggerhappy. Also I have a headache.
You should meet my sisters.
Especially Elizabeth.
Your Readings Are Inconsistant. Organic?
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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 Jan 4, 2015 14:58:13 GMT
Ugh.
I'd corrupt you right now if I could, but I'm not that triggerhappy. Also I have a headache.
You should meet my sisters.
Especially Elizabeth.
Your Readings Are Inconsistant. Organic?
I am a Corruption Autarch, like the Chaos and Mind commanders of old. I exist beyond such futile concepts as immunity. Those that cannot be corrupted, are simply consumed.
Fortunately for you, I am willing to bear through your antics. |
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Post by High-Heeled Spider Crab on Jan 4, 2015 15:07:17 GMT
Our Systems Are Resistant To Corruption, Indoctrination, Psionics, Magic.
Your Readings Are Inconsistant. Organic?
I am a Corruption Autarch, like the Chaos and Mind commanders of old. I exist beyond such futile concepts as immunity. Those that cannot be corrupted, are simply consumed.
Fortunately for you, I am willing to bear through your antics.
Not Immunity. Adaptation. All Is Energy, Before Our Master. The Enduring Light, The Ur-Metel. All Who Oppose Shall Be Eradi-
*Uonaidh is interrupted by Arawn putting a hand over her mouth.*
Diplomacy mission, Uonaidh. Remember? Please excuse her, she doesn't have my superior design. With the latest in Ur-Metel's enginuity! 'Emotions'. They're...odd, but exciting! And I barely even understand what that means!
You Are A Flawed Experiment. Your Emotions Add Nothing To Your Effectiveness. Ur-Metel Shall See.
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