Eye of the Falls
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Zacian
The older man's comment about one other being who could have been summoned like us worries me greatly, but before I can even part my lips to inquire again, he takes the red book with the six-fingered hand and begins to pour down like thundering rain of Raikou questions only a few including I would have the answers to. To his first, I shake my head. "I am of no Pokemon species. I am a Legendary Pokemon, the only of my kind." A thoughtful look then crosses my expression as I move on. "Though... I am unsure of how you would call it, I come from the world of Pokemon and trainers. It is a place where our kingdoms- that is, your kingdom of humans and the kingdom of Pokemon- live in tranquil harmony."
When I come to address his third question, I halt. "I know not what this 'scientific name' means. My one name, blessed onto me by Grandfather Arceus, is Zacian. I have no other. As for my relatives- my family is my brothers and sisters under Grandfather Arceus. The brother I entrust with my life, Zamazenta. He is the one I follow for most of my days."
The meek little voice of the Pichu gains my attention again. I turn to him, smiling once more. "Yes, little one. What is it that you wish to say?"
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Miguel
Miguel listened to the conversation around him, learning the most about this Flugore being. His attention turned to Kanna and the cat-like like being she was petting and he smiled, glad she was finding comfort in a new friend. He wished he could help with Flugore's so called "weapons systems" but he had never seen any sort of techology like him so he definitely wasn't the person to help with that. As the gears turned within Flugore, his eyes widened in wonder at them. Trying to keep up with the conversations, terms such as "laser" and "Right Plasma Claw" were very foreign to him. He could only guess that these were terms that applied to the specific being that Flugore happened to be. He stood back and continued to listen carefully.
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"Miss Sanjou..." Dorothy murmured, idly finishing up the massage while spacing out. Unable to find the right words to say, the twinkle in her eye and in her smile faded, leaving her countenance bare while she silently struggled to bring order back to her whirlwind of thought. After a long pause, her eyes snapped to attention in a blink,
"I can be your friend, Miss Sanjou!~" and new life was breathed into her voice. Taking a moment to stretch, Dorothy's heart jumped as the lighting in the shack suddenly shifted. Spinning around to stare at the beacon lighting up the whole room, she found it was...the vending machine? Craning her neck forward to squint at it, the thing then opened! Listening to the man named Ford, Dorothy spun back around to face Nemu with confusion written all over her face. "I guess we're...getting an explanation?" she mumbled, quickly coming to stand and beckoning Nemu to follow as everyone gathered began to filter into Ford's bunker.
"... I guess I do have the friends not from N-City - the ones I made up in my dreams, like this pretty purple winged unicorn with the moon on her butt... I could've sworn she was an imaginary friend, but she acted so real... too real... like she exists somewhere in the waking world..." Nemu said as they exited the elevator.
"Wait...her?" Dorothy asked, pointing towards Princess Luna, "Hold on hold on hold on...first: it is a her?" she added, furrowing her faux brows and leaning in closer, "Second: you can see her too?"
"Wait, is she real?" Dorothy nearly choked on her words as she began to sweat profusely. With Ford explicitly confirming her suspicion, her eyes began to dart around the room while she very swiftly winded down from her acid high. In fact, was she even high to begin with? "ohmygodsthisisthecraziestandscariestfuckingtripofmylife that dog is HUGE!" Dorothy squealed, unable to pry her attention away from Zacian and his pack of canine friends, "ohmygodsohmy GODS there's four of them!" she shrieked, trembling at the knees while she shuffled backwards and bow-legged.
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"I can be your friend, Miss Sanjou!~" and new life was breathed into her voice. Taking a moment to stretch, Dorothy's heart jumped as the lighting in the shack suddenly shifted. Spinning around to stare at the beacon lighting up the whole room, she found it was...the vending machine? Craning her neck forward to squint at it, the thing then opened! Listening to the man named Ford, Dorothy spun back around to face Nemu with confusion written all over her face. "I guess we're...getting an explanation?" she mumbled, quickly coming to stand and beckoning Nemu to follow as everyone gathered began to filter into Ford's bunker.
"... I guess I do have the friends not from N-City - the ones I made up in my dreams, like this pretty purple winged unicorn with the moon on her butt... I could've sworn she was an imaginary friend, but she acted so real... too real... like she exists somewhere in the waking world..." Nemu said as they exited the elevator.
"Wait...her?" Dorothy asked, pointing towards Princess Luna, "Hold on hold on hold on...first: it is a her?" she added, furrowing her faux brows and leaning in closer, "Second: you can see her too?"
"Wait, is she real?" Dorothy nearly choked on her words as she began to sweat profusely. With Ford explicitly confirming her suspicion, her eyes began to dart around the room while she very swiftly winded down from her acid high. In fact, was she even high to begin with? "ohmygodsthisisthecraziestandscariestfuckingtripofmylife that dog is HUGE!" Dorothy squealed, unable to pry her attention away from Zacian and his pack of canine friends, "ohmygodsohmy GODS there's four of them!" she shrieked, trembling at the knees while she shuffled backwards and bow-legged.
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So the machine was broken? The sort of supplies that Ford would need to repair it would likely not be easy to acquire. They would need a list of what and where to purchase, as well as money. Scias reached into his cloak and retrieved a purse of coins. His zenny wouldn’t be any good in a different world. As he tucked the coinpurse back away, he heard a woman’s screams. He looked over to see a red-headed woman trembling like a leaf, sweating horribly. He didn’t think his magic would work, but maybe he could still help.Or maybe not, considering that she was shrieking about there being so many huge dogs. Scias stopped halfway in his steps. Would his presence only panic her more? He still thought that he should help. In the end, he stepped closer to her, but still kept a certain distance.
“A… a-are you well?” he asked, “y-you look… s-sickly.” He reached into his robes and brought out a handful of herbs.
“I… have m-medicine… if you n-need it.”
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Achilles
Achilles was in awe. Ford had not only communicated to him in his language, but also confirmed something he had niggling at the back of his head: this wasn't the work of Athena, or Nemesis, or any god for that matter. Nobody had sent him through time and space to where he was now, except for him.
"Υποθέτω ότι το έργο των ανθρώπων ... τελικά τους κάνει θεούς." (I suppose the work of men... finally makes them gods.) He muttered, dumbfounded. Were the people of this place unaware, or actively not worshipping the gods as a whole? Wouldn't they be angry at the mortals they allow to live? Surely, not, surely there are still worshippers out there, just not here. He needed to get back to Greece, or he felt his faith in powers divine might crumble, just like it did here.
Awe quickly turned into fear, then disgust. His world was coming apart at the seams, and it seemed only he could hear himself. He felt sick to his stomach, and his face went green. Beads of sweat began forming on his forehead, and his legs began to give out on him. How? How could this world forget the very beings that had created the world they knew? Without Zeus, there would be no rain, and the land would be an arid wasteland. Without Persephone, there would be no food, drought and famine would ravage the waking world. How could this world abstain from them so easily? He spoke with Athena herself the day before, how would he come to lead his armies as a leader without her great expanse of wisdom? His head began to throb. No, no no no, none of this was making sense.
He stumbled under the weight of his realisation, bumping into some equally sick... He couldn't make out whatever his eyes barely glanced over, asides from the mop of red on their head. He belched, then immediately following that, threw up all over her shoes, his own feet, oh man was it everywhere. He collaspsed to his knees, then onto his hands, sweat running down his face profusely now.
"Συγνώμη για αυτό..." (Sorry about that.) He sputtered, hastily repeating a quick prayer under his breath.
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"Aw, how cute..."
-Valentine
Valentine was getting bored of how people looked at her dress, it wasn't even that risque. Was it really a sight to see? Besides, the kid deserves it. When you try to stop a person's habit, traumatize them. It was really her style of therapy, no matter how traumatizing the action done to the person in treatment was. She proceeded to grab a thermometer out of her tits and broke it with her fingers, "That was my bad, I guess kids are dumb."
She notices a dog walk up to the scene as an android-looking girl proceeds to squeal when she saw the dogs that are in the room. Did she have a fear of dogs? It didn't really matter now, she was finished with her chunk of dark mint chocolate. She notoced some kind of old-looking dude walk up to her and offer her some medicine. The nurse proceeds to walk up to her and ask, "Are you alright? Do you need help?" After that, some guy throws up on her as Valentine looks in disgust. She proceeds to grab a towel from her bag and say, "I believe you may need this."
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Jesus fucking Christ man, this place is crowded as hell. Shad could use a beer to calm himself down or maybe pass the time because he doesn't wanna get tangled up in these stupid situations that the oddities are getting themselves into, ignoring everybody and just listening to what Stanford has to say but damn, these people are weird man, only a few people here are down-to-earth in his point of view but most of them are just confusingly eccentric since he's never met anyone as weird as them, maybe cosplayers but they're just acting like nerds for fun and those aren't their real personalities, they're just acting like the character they're playing as, fucking a few people here making a commotion with this dragon loli chick trying to eat Slugcat and the Ninja Bitch eating corpse chocolate. He just wants to leave and be with NORMAL people, they might not be fun to be with but at least they're sane.
Shad already wanted to get out of here and find parts for the machine to rebuild it as Ford said and maybe get some free time all by himself, these people are interesting and all, but he wants to be alone for a while or maybe be with somebody that's not so goddamn over-the-top like that Johnson guy, he's pretty cool or just Princess Luna and Slugcat, they're fine enough, he guesses but how are they gonna find those parts? They can't just be lying around the floor like it's some kind of video game, something as high-tech as a portal will cost a lot of money for those parts but maybe Ford can provide? He's gotta have some cash somewhere around here or maybe that Stan guy has enough money to buy the materials but doubts that greedy sack of shit is gonna give them any.
"What are we waiting for? Write a list for those portal parts and we'll try to find them." Shad said with his arms crossed, tapping his foot on the floor. "I'm a busy man, I got lot's of porn to draw. . . You're also providing as money to buy the materials, right?"
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Jesus fucking Christ man, this place is crowded as hell. Shad could use a beer to calm himself down or maybe pass the time because he doesn't wanna get tangled up in these stupid situations that the oddities are getting themselves into, ignoring everybody and just listening to what Stanford has to say but damn, these people are weird man, only a few people here are down-to-earth in his point of view but most of them are just confusingly eccentric since he's never met anyone as weird as them, maybe cosplayers but they're just acting like nerds for fun and those aren't their real personalities, they're just acting like the character they're playing as, fucking a few people here making a commotion with this dragon loli chick trying to eat Slugcat and the Ninja Bitch eating corpse chocolate. He just wants to leave and be with NORMAL people, they might not be fun to be with but at least they're sane.
Shad already wanted to get out of here and find parts for the machine to rebuild it as Ford said and maybe get some free time all by himself, these people are interesting and all, but he wants to be alone for a while or maybe be with somebody that's not so goddamn over-the-top like that Johnson guy, he's pretty cool or just Princess Luna and Slugcat, they're fine enough, he guesses but how are they gonna find those parts? They can't just be lying around the floor like it's some kind of video game, something as high-tech as a portal will cost a lot of money for those parts but maybe Ford can provide? He's gotta have some cash somewhere around here or maybe that Stan guy has enough money to buy the materials but doubts that greedy sack of shit is gonna give them any.
"What are we waiting for? Write a list for those portal parts and we'll try to find them." Shad said with his arms crossed, tapping his foot on the floor. "I'm a busy man, I got lot's of porn to draw. . . You're also providing as money to buy the materials, right?"
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"Dorothy, my friend..." Nemu spoke as she picked Isabelle up and hugged her like a squeaky plushie, almost immediately picking up on what she was jittering about, "people can do almost anything if they put their heart to it~. But I guess you might need to do it a bit slowly for now..."
Nemu then places Isabelle on the top of Scias' head.
"You may not like how they look on the outside, but if you look on the inside, you know they won't bite~," Nemu looks into Scias' eyes, "will you bite, mister~?"
She then looks towards the pony that Dorothy pointed out. "Oh~. That is my friend~. I should rejoin her... even if she doesn't recognise me looking different... but I think right now, you need more company that she does~."
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Nemu then places Isabelle on the top of Scias' head.
"You may not like how they look on the outside, but if you look on the inside, you know they won't bite~," Nemu looks into Scias' eyes, "will you bite, mister~?"
She then looks towards the pony that Dorothy pointed out. "Oh~. That is my friend~. I should rejoin her... even if she doesn't recognise me looking different... but I think right now, you need more company that she does~."
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In response to Miguel Isabelle thought it to be polite to explain. To someone like him it’d probably be a bit surprising to see a talking dog. She felt that she almost owed him an explanation.
“Um...I’m from a small beachside town that only has ten or so other villagers in the area. I work as a secretary there but sometimes I have to fill in for the mayor whenever he’s gone. My twin brother is named Digby and he works at the Happy Home Showcase, which is basically a way for traveling villagers to show off their homes. You’ve probably also noticed that I’m a talking dog. Apparently in other worlds dogs are less intelligent and are kept as pets! It surprised me when I first heard that but I’ve grown to accept the concept. Oh I almost forgot! My name is Isabelle, what’s yours?”
A shriek followed what she said. A girl who couldn’t have been older tha fifteen appeared to be quite terrified of something nearby. Isabelle hurriedly turned her head both ways in search for the thing that was scaring the little lady so much. Finally she found the source, herself. The girl was scared of dogs?
Before she could ask properly the small dog found herself to be picked up for the third time today and lovingly squeezed by a young woman. Before Isabelle could protest the act she then was placed on top of another canine’s head who had been nearby. Unlike Isabelle, this dog had long, shaggy, unruly hair that flowed from the crown of his head. Not to mention that he was WAY taller than her and was even taller than some of the humans there. Besides their similarities species wise, the two were actually quite different in every other way.
Isabelle was at a too tall of a height to jump down from, she’d just have to hope that the fellow canine would be so kind as to remove her from his scalp.
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The other-worldly being remained in his position, contemplating the laws of this strange...world. He was certain that this was just another rift of sorts, and in the meantime a blip began flashing in his field of view. Omega turned his head, following the arrow, and once again the machine's drive for affirmation spurred up. This time, he waited not a moment longer as he pressed through the bustling crowds to confront his target.
His metallic blue eyes locked onto the hyuran, swirling gently to focus in on him.
<ZENOS YAE GALVUS CONFIRMED>
"Initiate confrontation. Memories inconsistent. Proceed to gather information."
Omega halted just before the blond-haired man, and angled his head downward slightly, narrowing his eyes. For a moment, he was silent, but eventually gave the man a small, quirky grin as a form of greeting. Then, he spoke, "Zenos Yae Galvus." In Omega's vision, little blips were jumping from each of Zenos's facial features. Then, a notification read: <MATCH CONFIRMED>. "I am curious," Omega continued, his vocal structure taking on a more...human approach. "Albeit, many events have followed through... My systems will not mistake me-- but I, too, suffered defeat from the Warriors of Light and have yet to fully recompense... Are you he, of the flesh and blood?"
Omega's eyes narrowed further.
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The other-worldly being remained in his position, contemplating the laws of this strange...world. He was certain that this was just another rift of sorts, and in the meantime a blip began flashing in his field of view. Omega turned his head, following the arrow, and once again the machine's drive for affirmation spurred up. This time, he waited not a moment longer as he pressed through the bustling crowds to confront his target.
His metallic blue eyes locked onto the hyuran, swirling gently to focus in on him.
<ZENOS YAE GALVUS CONFIRMED>
"Initiate confrontation. Memories inconsistent. Proceed to gather information."
Omega halted just before the blond-haired man, and angled his head downward slightly, narrowing his eyes. For a moment, he was silent, but eventually gave the man a small, quirky grin as a form of greeting. Then, he spoke, "Zenos Yae Galvus." In Omega's vision, little blips were jumping from each of Zenos's facial features. Then, a notification read: <MATCH CONFIRMED>. "I am curious," Omega continued, his vocal structure taking on a more...human approach. "Albeit, many events have followed through... My systems will not mistake me-- but I, too, suffered defeat from the Warriors of Light and have yet to fully recompense... Are you he, of the flesh and blood?"
Omega's eyes narrowed further.
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View attachment 587935So the machine was broken? The sort of supplies that Ford would need to repair it would likely not be easy to acquire. They would need a list of what and where to purchase, as well as money. Scias reached into his cloak and retrieved a purse of coins. His zenny wouldn’t be any good in a different world. As he tucked the coinpurse back away, he heard a woman’s screams. He looked over to see a red-headed woman trembling like a leaf, sweating horribly. He didn’t think his magic would work, but maybe he could still help.
Or maybe not, considering that she was shrieking about there being so many huge dogs. Scias stopped halfway in his steps. Would his presence only panic her more? He still thought that he should help. In the end, he stepped closer to her, but still kept a certain distance.
“A… a-are you well?” he asked, “y-you look… s-sickly.” He reached into his robes and brought out a handful of herbs.
“I… have m-medicine… if you n-need it.”
@BunkerGang
As Scias approached, Dorothy's eyes sunk into the back of her head as she shuffled further away, eventually gasping upon backing against the cavern wall. Listening to him speak, her already pale face became yet paler.
"IT CAN TALK, TOO!" Dorothy cried, shutting her eyes tight and cowardly burying her face in her hands.
"IT CAN TALK, TOO!" Dorothy cried, shutting her eyes tight and cowardly burying her face in her hands.
Achilles
Achilles was in awe. Ford had not only communicated to him in his language, but also confirmed something he had niggling at the back of his head: this wasn't the work of Athena, or Nemesis, or any god for that matter. Nobody had sent him through time and space to where he was now, except for him.
"Υποθέτω ότι το έργο των ανθρώπων ... τελικά τους κάνει θεούς." (I suppose the work of men... finally makes them gods.) He muttered, dumbfounded. Were the people of this place unaware, or actively not worshipping the gods as a whole? Wouldn't they be angry at the mortals they allow to live? Surely, not, surely there are still worshippers out there, just not here. He needed to get back to Greece, or he felt his faith in powers divine might crumble, just like it did here.
Awe quickly turned into fear, then disgust. His world was coming apart at the seams, and it seemed only he could hear himself. He felt sick to his stomach, and his face went green. Beads of sweat began forming on his forehead, and his legs began to give out on him. How? How could this world forget the very beings that had created the world they knew? Without Zeus, there would be no rain, and the land would be an arid wasteland. Without Persephone, there would be no food, drought and famine would ravage the waking world. How could this world abstain from them so easily? He spoke with Athena herself the day before, how would he come to lead his armies as a leader without her great expanse of wisdom? His head began to throb. No, no no no, none of this was making sense.
He stumbled under the weight of his realisation, bumping into some equally sick... He couldn't make out whatever his eyes barely glanced over, asides from the mop of red on their head. He belched, then immediately following that, threw up all over her shoes, his own feet, oh man was it everywhere. He collaspsed to his knees, then onto his hands, sweat running down his face profusely now.
"Συγνώμη για αυτό..." (Sorry about that.) He sputtered, hastily repeating a quick prayer under his breath.
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"Aw, how cute..."
-Valentine
Valentine was getting bored of how people looked at her dress, it wasn't even that risque. Was it really a sight to see? Besides, the kid deserves it. When you try to stop a person's habit, traumatize them. It was really her style of therapy, no matter how traumatizing the action done to the person in treatment was. She proceeded to grab a thermometer out of her tits and broke it with her fingers, "That was my bad, I guess kids are dumb."
She notices a dog walk up to the scene as an android-looking girl proceeds to squeal when she saw the dogs that are in the room. Did she have a fear of dogs? It didn't really matter now, she was finished with her chunk of dark mint chocolate. She notoced some kind of old-looking dude walk up to her and offer her some medicine. The nurse proceeds to walk up to her and ask, "Are you alright? Do you need help?" After that, some guy throws up on her as Valentine looks in disgust. She proceeds to grab a towel from her bag and say, "I believe you may need this."
Dorothy squeaked as Achilles bumped into her, and peeking through her fingers she watched as he voided his stomach all over the floor. Triggering the same gut reaction in her, the Lilim lurched forward, clutching her stomach in one hand and covering her mouth with the other. Gagging, Dorothy's frightened adrenaline appeared to keep her vomit reflex under control. Looking up at Valentine with pleading eyes made glossy with gathering tears, Dorothy violently shook her head. "I'm not alright, honey! I'm NOT alright!"
"Dorothy, my friend..." Nemu spoke as she picked Isabelle up and hugged her like a squeaky plushie, almost immediately picking up on what she was jittering about, "people can do almost anything if they put their heart to it~. But I guess you might need to do it a bit slowly for now..."
Nemu then places Isabelle on the top of Scias' head.
"You may not like how they look on the outside, but if you look on the inside, you know they won't bite~," Nemu looks into Scias' eyes, "will you bite, mister~?"
She then looks towards the pony that Dorothy pointed out. "Oh~. That is my friend~. I should rejoin her... even if she doesn't recognise me looking different... but I think right now, you need more company that she does~."
Trying desperately to avoid the sight of Scias, Dorothy whipped her head around to face Nemu on her flank.
"No, I don't! I don't know!" Dorothy huffed, lips trembling and voice wobbling, "All I know is me! What I think, what I feel, what I do!" the panicking Lilim continued - her arms tensing and her fingers digging into the cavern wall in a desperate attempt to cling to something, "But how can I ever know what I'm looking at isn't just a bug in my programming? A bad dream? Some crazy simulation? How am I supposed to know what someone will do if I don't even know they're real?" Dorothy bombarded everyone with one difficult question after another as the well of tears in her eyes threatened to burst.
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"No, I don't! I don't know!" Dorothy huffed, lips trembling and voice wobbling, "All I know is me! What I think, what I feel, what I do!" the panicking Lilim continued - her arms tensing and her fingers digging into the cavern wall in a desperate attempt to cling to something, "But how can I ever know what I'm looking at isn't just a bug in my programming? A bad dream? Some crazy simulation? How am I supposed to know what someone will do if I don't even know they're real?" Dorothy bombarded everyone with one difficult question after another as the well of tears in her eyes threatened to burst.
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INTERACTIONS:
FactionGuerrilla
(Cole MacGrath)
Thepotatogod
(Hiryu)
MENTIONS:
thefinalgirl
(Valentine)
Topless
(Kanna)
Ineptitude
(Slugcat)
thatguyinthestore
(Ford)
"You probably saw me on a broadcast labeling me a terrorist-"
A terrorist? Was this guy dangerous? Wait...a terrorist named Cole MacGrath...not just a terrorist...a bioterrorist. Delsin's mind slowly made the connections before it finally clicked. This guy was the Cole MacGrath. He was the Demon of Empire City! The destruction of the whole city was all over the news for days. First the bombing that caused all kinds Conduits to pop up, then the appearance of Cole, who acted like some kind of superhero in Empire City. Sometime after that, like Cole said, he popped up in New Marais where there was this whole showdown with a giant fire monster. That was pretty awesome, not gonna to lie. But...that means Cole has some serious Conduit powers... The gears were grinding away in Delsin's head. If he absorbed Cole's powers, then he would be able to shoot lightning from his finger tips. How cool would that be?! Then again, he won't be able to do much until he finds some Blast Cores and Blast Shards to power himself up... Ah what the heck? There's no harm in getting the power first and then figuring it out from there.
Delsin's hand reached out and grabbed Cole's shoulder, expected to knock out and get some memories, but...nothing happened. What the heck? This wasn't supposed to happen...unless...did Cole get his powers from someone else? That's a possible explanation, but if it is, how did he get so powerful. The copy was never as strong as the original Conduit...but who knows? Maybe he got his powers from a guy even stronger than him, or he was an exception to the rule. Either way, it was pretty awkward with Delsin standing there with a hand on Cole's shoulder like a creep. He had to say something...
"Uhm...Cole...I just want to let you know, I'm a huge fan of your whole superhero thing. Kicking ass in Empire City and New Marais with your lightning powers going ZZZAAAPPP and PEW PEW, beating people up like KABLAMM and WHAM and then making stuff explode with lightning grenades like SSSHHHBBLLAAAMMM" Everytime Delsin made a sound effect, he punctuated it with hand motions as if he was the one who had the lightning. Emperor Palatine lightning hands, fingerguns, fake punches, bad kicks, and an explosion simulated with his hands. Needless to say, he probably came off as an over enthusiastic fan boy. Better that than a creeper who was trying to steal his powers. "Ahem...you're a real inspiration, man."
Besides, being a power stealer or fan boy doesn't compare to the weirdness of some of other people around. There was the stripper nurse who thought it was appropriate to get naked in front of everyone. Delsin wasn't complaining about that, but seriously weird and shameless. But things got weirder, because apparently, a dragon-looking girl decided to eat some kind of albino mouse...cat...bunny thing..., and as if stripping in public wasn't enough, stripper nurse decided to also decided to turn a corpse into a chocolate covered treat for the dragon girl. Okay...she is definitely off the hinge. He is not gonna go near, not gonna talk to, and most definitely not gonna stick his dick in crazy. Who knows? It might be contagious.
After that one event, Delsin wasn't sure he could take any more for another twenty minutes or so, so he followed Cole into the Mystery Shack, and it was about as tourist trappy as it gets with all of the bad, overpriced merchandise and snacks lining the walls. The only voice he paid attention to some old dude named Ford and his proposal to go down into some kind of hidden underground base hidden behind a vending machine. It took a while with all the people trying to squeeze in, but Delsin managed to get down there.
At the very bottom floor, the Conduit was greeted by something out of a sci-fi movie. Panels and screens galore in a control room, creepy ambient lighting, and most importantly a giant triangular Stargate-lookin-ass thing. He listened to Ford's fancy scientist explanation about how they were all pulled here by the Stargate. Surprisingly, Delsin was able to understand most of it, as if it was some kind of dumbed down pseudoscience for a kid's TV show.
When Cole suggested that they attempt to fix the portal so they could get out, Delsin was all for it. He needed to get away from this weirdness...and get back to his own weirdness in Seattle. As the Conduit was awaiting some fetch list of crazy complicated scientific parts, some Asian dude appeared behind Cole. Delsin didn't catch what he said, but all the Conduit knew was that he may have found the first normal person in this place. "My man, am I glad to finally see some one who's somewhat normal up in this place. I mean, you say, like, half of the stuff that was going on up there, right? That's just way too much weirdness for a day, man!"
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INTERACTIONS:
FactionGuerrilla
(Cole MacGrath)
Thepotatogod
(Hiryu)MENTIONS:
thefinalgirl
(Valentine)
Topless
(Kanna)
Ineptitude
(Slugcat)
thatguyinthestore
(Ford) "You probably saw me on a broadcast labeling me a terrorist-"
A terrorist? Was this guy dangerous? Wait...a terrorist named Cole MacGrath...not just a terrorist...a bioterrorist. Delsin's mind slowly made the connections before it finally clicked. This guy was the Cole MacGrath. He was the Demon of Empire City! The destruction of the whole city was all over the news for days. First the bombing that caused all kinds Conduits to pop up, then the appearance of Cole, who acted like some kind of superhero in Empire City. Sometime after that, like Cole said, he popped up in New Marais where there was this whole showdown with a giant fire monster. That was pretty awesome, not gonna to lie. But...that means Cole has some serious Conduit powers... The gears were grinding away in Delsin's head. If he absorbed Cole's powers, then he would be able to shoot lightning from his finger tips. How cool would that be?! Then again, he won't be able to do much until he finds some Blast Cores and Blast Shards to power himself up... Ah what the heck? There's no harm in getting the power first and then figuring it out from there.
Delsin's hand reached out and grabbed Cole's shoulder, expected to knock out and get some memories, but...nothing happened. What the heck? This wasn't supposed to happen...unless...did Cole get his powers from someone else? That's a possible explanation, but if it is, how did he get so powerful. The copy was never as strong as the original Conduit...but who knows? Maybe he got his powers from a guy even stronger than him, or he was an exception to the rule. Either way, it was pretty awkward with Delsin standing there with a hand on Cole's shoulder like a creep. He had to say something...
"Uhm...Cole...I just want to let you know, I'm a huge fan of your whole superhero thing. Kicking ass in Empire City and New Marais with your lightning powers going ZZZAAAPPP and PEW PEW, beating people up like KABLAMM and WHAM and then making stuff explode with lightning grenades like SSSHHHBBLLAAAMMM" Everytime Delsin made a sound effect, he punctuated it with hand motions as if he was the one who had the lightning. Emperor Palatine lightning hands, fingerguns, fake punches, bad kicks, and an explosion simulated with his hands. Needless to say, he probably came off as an over enthusiastic fan boy. Better that than a creeper who was trying to steal his powers. "Ahem...you're a real inspiration, man."
Besides, being a power stealer or fan boy doesn't compare to the weirdness of some of other people around. There was the stripper nurse who thought it was appropriate to get naked in front of everyone. Delsin wasn't complaining about that, but seriously weird and shameless. But things got weirder, because apparently, a dragon-looking girl decided to eat some kind of albino mouse...cat...bunny thing..., and as if stripping in public wasn't enough, stripper nurse decided to also decided to turn a corpse into a chocolate covered treat for the dragon girl. Okay...she is definitely off the hinge. He is not gonna go near, not gonna talk to, and most definitely not gonna stick his dick in crazy. Who knows? It might be contagious.
After that one event, Delsin wasn't sure he could take any more for another twenty minutes or so, so he followed Cole into the Mystery Shack, and it was about as tourist trappy as it gets with all of the bad, overpriced merchandise and snacks lining the walls. The only voice he paid attention to some old dude named Ford and his proposal to go down into some kind of hidden underground base hidden behind a vending machine. It took a while with all the people trying to squeeze in, but Delsin managed to get down there.
At the very bottom floor, the Conduit was greeted by something out of a sci-fi movie. Panels and screens galore in a control room, creepy ambient lighting, and most importantly a giant triangular Stargate-lookin-ass thing. He listened to Ford's fancy scientist explanation about how they were all pulled here by the Stargate. Surprisingly, Delsin was able to understand most of it, as if it was some kind of dumbed down pseudoscience for a kid's TV show.
When Cole suggested that they attempt to fix the portal so they could get out, Delsin was all for it. He needed to get away from this weirdness...and get back to his own weirdness in Seattle. As the Conduit was awaiting some fetch list of crazy complicated scientific parts, some Asian dude appeared behind Cole. Delsin didn't catch what he said, but all the Conduit knew was that he may have found the first normal person in this place. "My man, am I glad to finally see some one who's somewhat normal up in this place. I mean, you say, like, half of the stuff that was going on up there, right? That's just way too much weirdness for a day, man!"
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marc122
chew
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[div class=pkmn2]Pichu!
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[div class=pkmn2]STATUS
Healthy.
[div class=pkmn2]INVENTORY/POWERS
- N/A
Pichu was holding his hands together in a downward angle when Slugcat looked up at him. He figured he was sorry just trying to tell Kanna to spit it out, as well as showing concern for their wellbeing, as he felt like he could've done much more. However, he trusted that the creature was friendly with him, and thus, watched and saw.
Then, the slugcat licked him on his yellow-furred cheek.
[div class=pkmn]"P--... (Uh--...)"[/div]
At first, Pichu didn't know how to react. Was this a sign of affection the Slugcat was starting to develop for him? Was this a simple display of gratitude? Whatever it was, he had panicked a bit, as he hadn't been licked before. However, he eventually came to assume that the Slugcat was, indeed, grateful that he had come to them for support. Brightening up, he giggled warmly, covering his mouth, as his tail wagged.
As Morgana started talking to the slug creature and the Zacian, the son of Arceus, the protector of Galar, finally answered him, the baby Pokemon looked back towards Isabelle and her group, before starting to walk back to them. As he did, he turned towards the Slugcat and waved towards them, smiling, before finally rejoining the group.
Nodding towards Zacian, he turned to Ford and said, deviating from his original message,
[div class=pkmn]"Pi, Pichu, chu? (So, what now, then?)"[/div]
Before long, though, he was disturbed by a panicking robot girl who was starting to approach an existential crisis. Programming? Simulation? Bad dream? But the first two were things he didn't even know about--and the only reason why he knew about the third was because of some bad dream his trainer told him about! Understandably, he was upset and worried.
[div class=pkmn]"Pichu! Pichu! (Calm down! Calm down!)"[/div]
No pesky self-electrocution, though.
thatguyinthestore
,
Ineptitude
,
SheepKing
,
Sayo-Nara
,
CocoaMarshmallow
,
Jeremiah
Then, the slugcat licked him on his yellow-furred cheek.
[div class=pkmn]"P--... (Uh--...)"[/div]
At first, Pichu didn't know how to react. Was this a sign of affection the Slugcat was starting to develop for him? Was this a simple display of gratitude? Whatever it was, he had panicked a bit, as he hadn't been licked before. However, he eventually came to assume that the Slugcat was, indeed, grateful that he had come to them for support. Brightening up, he giggled warmly, covering his mouth, as his tail wagged.
As Morgana started talking to the slug creature and the Zacian, the son of Arceus, the protector of Galar, finally answered him, the baby Pokemon looked back towards Isabelle and her group, before starting to walk back to them. As he did, he turned towards the Slugcat and waved towards them, smiling, before finally rejoining the group.
Nodding towards Zacian, he turned to Ford and said, deviating from his original message,
[div class=pkmn]"Pi, Pichu, chu? (So, what now, then?)"[/div]
Before long, though, he was disturbed by a panicking robot girl who was starting to approach an existential crisis. Programming? Simulation? Bad dream? But the first two were things he didn't even know about--and the only reason why he knew about the third was because of some bad dream his trainer told him about! Understandably, he was upset and worried.
[div class=pkmn]"Pichu! Pichu! (Calm down! Calm down!)"[/div]
No pesky self-electrocution, though.
thatguyinthestore
,
Ineptitude
,
SheepKing
,
Sayo-Nara
,
CocoaMarshmallow
,
Jeremiah
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thatguyinthestore
Off to a Better Place
Soos fulfilled Hater's request and played every sound on the keyboard with absolute glee.
ManyFaces
@shitpost @updatetomorrow
Ferociousfeind
Shamrock Shake
Stubbornly, Callie clung to the Doom Marine's shoulders, not allowing herself to be put down. It was quite the experience to be as tall as everyone else, and then some. She could see the tops of everyone's heads again! Humans were indeed quite tall... But that was besides the point!! She could see everyone in the room from where she was, and could hear them too. She listened to Stanford answer the questions of the many, which stemmed a few questions of her own. Let's see if she can calm down enough to not ask them all at once...
"So if we were to-" she was stopped suddenly at the untimely demise of one of the people here, already. Well, more of a cat than a person, but the little maid-looking girl ate the thing all the same. And she totally interrupted Callie's fountain of excited questions! How rude! Following the consumption of the slug cat thing, a vaguely doctor-themed supermodel of sorts administered the Heimlich on the maid, forcing her to spit the poor thing out. It looked extra slimy. A little too slimy even for Callie, who was of a species that's normally a little slimy to begin with.
The doctor-resembling supermodel offered what she said was chocolate, out of a bag. The maid took a bite and made a face. Callie frowned, figuring she might want to avoid any chocolate that supermodel offered her. Could be dark chocolate! Callie doesn't exactly like dark chocolate. She doesn't like excessively sweet treats either. But that's neither here nor there as of this moment. More important, that maid seems a lot more disturbed by the chocolate than it just being a flavor she doesn't like. Callie felt a little compelled to help, but her seat upon the shoulders of the Doom Marine was simply too much of an advantage over these humans. However temporary it really was.
Either way, it was resolved to be... not as bad as it seemed? The maid was being comforted by a big, bulky robot, and she seemed to be recovering very well. Callie's first thought was of the Octarians, but their weaponry isn't so... blocky? More circles, more adorable aesthetic. Less... awkward, too. It was having trouble consoling the maid, despite her own admirable recovery.
However, for the sake of not retroactively interrupting conversations, or causing a big time-related fuss, Callie is content to simply ride the Doom Marine, following to wherever they decide to take her.
(
thatguyinthestore
Critic Ham
RIP me being slow and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of posts...)
(Also, sorry for not pinging everyone, I've burnt all my stamina typing this up, and am retiring for the night. Good night, folks.)
"So if we were to-" she was stopped suddenly at the untimely demise of one of the people here, already. Well, more of a cat than a person, but the little maid-looking girl ate the thing all the same. And she totally interrupted Callie's fountain of excited questions! How rude! Following the consumption of the slug cat thing, a vaguely doctor-themed supermodel of sorts administered the Heimlich on the maid, forcing her to spit the poor thing out. It looked extra slimy. A little too slimy even for Callie, who was of a species that's normally a little slimy to begin with.
The doctor-resembling supermodel offered what she said was chocolate, out of a bag. The maid took a bite and made a face. Callie frowned, figuring she might want to avoid any chocolate that supermodel offered her. Could be dark chocolate! Callie doesn't exactly like dark chocolate. She doesn't like excessively sweet treats either. But that's neither here nor there as of this moment. More important, that maid seems a lot more disturbed by the chocolate than it just being a flavor she doesn't like. Callie felt a little compelled to help, but her seat upon the shoulders of the Doom Marine was simply too much of an advantage over these humans. However temporary it really was.
Either way, it was resolved to be... not as bad as it seemed? The maid was being comforted by a big, bulky robot, and she seemed to be recovering very well. Callie's first thought was of the Octarians, but their weaponry isn't so... blocky? More circles, more adorable aesthetic. Less... awkward, too. It was having trouble consoling the maid, despite her own admirable recovery.
However, for the sake of not retroactively interrupting conversations, or causing a big time-related fuss, Callie is content to simply ride the Doom Marine, following to wherever they decide to take her.
(
thatguyinthestore
Critic Ham
RIP me being slow and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of posts...)(Also, sorry for not pinging everyone, I've burnt all my stamina typing this up, and am retiring for the night. Good night, folks.)
BoltBeam
Falling Into The Sky
Tenshi Hinanawi|Then This Happened
Tenshi took a while stop and stare at what is happening around here - among several people, there were quite a few things going on - this weird blob thing getting eaten then spat out, something about a dead body, and then this robot girl breaking down (emotionally). 'These people are weird', Tenshi thought, 'but I guess that's why we're here'. Tenshi just looked on upon the individuals she - well - looked to, but was unsure if to approach any of them, as though she is either unable to relate, not willing to involve herself with their problems (as they could be very personal), or other reasons. For now, she stayed at the back of the room and just watched everything go on by. She planned to keep to herself, not wanting to make anything potentially worse.
In group:
Thepotatogod
,
Rysesaka
,
Gundam Watcher 27
Mentioned:
Ineptitude
,
Topless
,
thefinalgirl
,
Jeremiah
(May have forgotten a few things, but eh.)
Tenshi took a while stop and stare at what is happening around here - among several people, there were quite a few things going on - this weird blob thing getting eaten then spat out, something about a dead body, and then this robot girl breaking down (emotionally). 'These people are weird', Tenshi thought, 'but I guess that's why we're here'. Tenshi just looked on upon the individuals she - well - looked to, but was unsure if to approach any of them, as though she is either unable to relate, not willing to involve herself with their problems (as they could be very personal), or other reasons. For now, she stayed at the back of the room and just watched everything go on by. She planned to keep to herself, not wanting to make anything potentially worse.
In group:
Thepotatogod
,
Rysesaka
,
Gundam Watcher 27
Mentioned:
Ineptitude
,
Topless
,
thefinalgirl
,
Jeremiah
(May have forgotten a few things, but eh.)
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Thepotatogod
and it was this big
--Whisper The Wolf || Hiryu Kakogawa--
Hiryu's Interactions:
QizPizza
FactionGuerrilla
Whisper's Mentions:
Jeremiah
Crow
Veradana
thefinalgirl
SheepKing
archur
Rysesaka
BoltBeam
Whisper was slumped on a nearby wall beside one of Ford's consoles, sitting near her newfound friends when she hears what appears to be a red haired woman squeal something about a large dog and there being five of them...Wait, is she talking about her? She stood as the woman is then approached by one of the canines as she apparently cried, one clad in a robe carrying a sword. She seems to panic on what seems to be real or what's not, speaking of bugs and simulations...A robot? She had never seen a robot that looks eerily like a human, but on closer inspection, the woman's joints were similar to a robot's joints.
Whisper's never been good around robots ever since came into contact with Dr. Eggman. Ever since then, she felt uncomfortable near anything that's related to the mad doctor. Considering this robot's so similar to a human...It's not possible that he created this one...Is it? Whisper remained vigilant, observing the red haired robot from afar, her eyes opening a little bit, showing a bit of suspicion.
Hiryu didn't hear the big guy answer, but instead, he was approached by some man clad in a denim hooded vest and jeans, black longsleeves and a red beanie. He seems to have a tattoo on his arm. The man spoke about how he's probably the only normal guy he had encountered thus far, with everything and everyone around them being all weird and bizarre for him. Little does this guy know that he, too, is quite the specimen.
"Guess so." Hiryu simply answered the man, facing him. "It's quite a lot to take in, really." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Come to think of it, this is the second person to talk to him since Wendy. He's usually the distant grumpy type, but now he's on a social roll, now, isn't he?
Hiryu's Interactions:
QizPizza
FactionGuerrilla
Whisper's Mentions:
Jeremiah
Crow
Veradana
thefinalgirl
SheepKing
archur
Rysesaka
BoltBeam
Whisper was slumped on a nearby wall beside one of Ford's consoles, sitting near her newfound friends when she hears what appears to be a red haired woman squeal something about a large dog and there being five of them...Wait, is she talking about her? She stood as the woman is then approached by one of the canines as she apparently cried, one clad in a robe carrying a sword. She seems to panic on what seems to be real or what's not, speaking of bugs and simulations...A robot? She had never seen a robot that looks eerily like a human, but on closer inspection, the woman's joints were similar to a robot's joints.
Whisper's never been good around robots ever since came into contact with Dr. Eggman. Ever since then, she felt uncomfortable near anything that's related to the mad doctor. Considering this robot's so similar to a human...It's not possible that he created this one...Is it? Whisper remained vigilant, observing the red haired robot from afar, her eyes opening a little bit, showing a bit of suspicion.
Hiryu didn't hear the big guy answer, but instead, he was approached by some man clad in a denim hooded vest and jeans, black longsleeves and a red beanie. He seems to have a tattoo on his arm. The man spoke about how he's probably the only normal guy he had encountered thus far, with everything and everyone around them being all weird and bizarre for him. Little does this guy know that he, too, is quite the specimen.
"Guess so." Hiryu simply answered the man, facing him. "It's quite a lot to take in, really." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Come to think of it, this is the second person to talk to him since Wendy. He's usually the distant grumpy type, but now he's on a social roll, now, isn't he?
Laix_Lake
Messing about.
Orbeck of Vinheim
Status: open and motivated
"Out of all the things your compensating, your still questioning the very situation as simply a illusion?" It might be simply a common crisis that she deals with. He sighs before continuing
"Out of all of the mental possessions of a person, the one that I consider the most important is fortitude. Maintain what reassurance you have and look dead in the eyes of that one, single thing that keeps you from falling from sanely." Those words where spoken with a passion that Orbeck himself was surprised by. Might have been his experience with all of Lothric going hallow. Or it may had been something else entirely.
"If you are able to do that, then you have gotten pass the most difficult of issues. In the end, we simply have our own ways of deciding what is true and what is a lie. But in this case...it is most likely the former."
Jeremiah
@andanyoneelse
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Benedict Cucumberpatch
Classified
Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch
Benedict and Josh walked out of their room, and took a stroll into the lobby, “Alright Josh, time to...observe the other guests.” Benedict said as he found a nice place to sit, pulling out his binoculars in the process. “Ah, Josh I’m also...famished, go back to the room and pull out my teacup and megaphone...would you.” Josh honked in agreement, then started to waddle back to the room.
Benedict and Josh walked out of their room, and took a stroll into the lobby, “Alright Josh, time to...observe the other guests.” Benedict said as he found a nice place to sit, pulling out his binoculars in the process. “Ah, Josh I’m also...famished, go back to the room and pull out my teacup and megaphone...would you.” Josh honked in agreement, then started to waddle back to the room.
Benedict Cucumberpatch
Classified
Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch
Josh came back with the teacup and megaphone, Benedict looked up, “Ah...thank you Josh.” Benedict took the megaphone, “Remember Josh...when you want something done, use a megaphone or a gun.” Josh nodded as Benedict turned on the megaphone and spoke into it. “MISTER STAN COME TO THE LOBBY. MISTER STAN COME TO THE LOBBY.” Benedict sat down, “Ah...now, we wait for the service to come to...us.” Benedict said as he pulled out his wallet.
Josh came back with the teacup and megaphone, Benedict looked up, “Ah...thank you Josh.” Benedict took the megaphone, “Remember Josh...when you want something done, use a megaphone or a gun.” Josh nodded as Benedict turned on the megaphone and spoke into it. “MISTER STAN COME TO THE LOBBY. MISTER STAN COME TO THE LOBBY.” Benedict sat down, “Ah...now, we wait for the service to come to...us.” Benedict said as he pulled out his wallet.
ManyFaces
Devil's Advocate
darkred
Tropicalpeacock
New Member
Miguel
Miguel heard someone squeal and turned to see a red-haired lady who seemed to be in distress. Before he could ask her what was the matter, a rather sick looking man came over and proceeded to throw up at the nurse and red-haired girls feet. The blonde-haired Spaniard tried not to look too disgusted but he did take a step back to give them some space. When Isabelle began speaking, he listened carefully until the same lady burst into tears and became even more distress, seemingly over all the dogs in the room. He did process her words, only understanding the last thing she said about this being a bad dream of sorts. This could be possibility but he still wasn't so sure. As pichu approached the red-haired lady, he seemed to be comforting her and Miguel decided to do the same.
"Excuse me. Is everything alright?" he asked the nurse and distressed woman, hoping that they were at least a bit ok.
Crow
Topless
SpaceRavens03
Ineptitude
DerpyCarp
@Sayo-Nara
thefinalgirl
marc122
SheepKing
@Damafaud
Verdana
archur
@anyoneelsearound
Nightwisher
And don't you dare go hollow....
Mabel gave a slow nod, letting her brother know that she had, in fact, seen what had just happened. And oh, how much she wished it hadn’t. She turned her attention back toward the black haired man. “Are you telling me you didn’t see that girl just eat a cat...thing…” she turned back to the scene, for just a moment before deciding to just give up on it all together. Mabel did not want that memory to haunt her dreams. Before she could actually start a conversation with the black haired stranger, the young brunette heard a crashing sound and looked over to see Julie darting for the elevator. The child furrowed her brow and walked over to where the picture frame had fallen off of the console because of Julie’s thoughtlessness. Mabel picked up the frame and frowned, placing it back atop the console. That was when she heard a scratching sound and her name being called.
“Julie?” Mabel asked, looking around. She left Dipper, Stan, and Ford to deal with everything as she moved on toward the elevator where she found Julie, looking as displeased as ever. “What’s wrong? Do you need help with the buttons?” Mabel asked. She looked back over her shoulder at the broken picture frame and her family and then back to the cat, who very clearly needed help. “Um, yeah, okay. Let’s go.” She murmured, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button that would lead them back to the shack.
(
Laix_Lake
), (
Necessity4Fun
), (
thatguyinthestore
).
(
Laix_Lake
), (
Necessity4Fun
), (
thatguyinthestore
).
Nightwisher
And don't you dare go hollow....
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Felix turned his head when he heard someone speak in his direction. Had someone actually approached him? Bold. “My story?” The Messorem quirked an eyebrow as he looked over the woman. “Probably not much better than yours.” He commented, not as an insult, but just as a fact.
~Felix Combeferre Auclair~
Location: The Mystery Shack
Inventory:Power: N/A
Mood: Annoyed
Condition: Healthy
Color: #799caf
His blue eyes flicked from the woman to the new thing she had addressed. An eyeball, or something, whatever it was it looked kickable.
Felix’s attention didn’t stay with the eyeball for long when he noticed the armored man from earlier checking his weapons. The Messorem pushed himself from the wall and approached. “Quite the arsenal.” He noted. “How’d you manage that?” It wasn’t accusatory, though it probably could have come off that way. Felix was just curious, as he didn’t know many people who used more than one or two weapons, maybe three depending on if they were human or a Messorem as well. [/div][/div]
