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Post by Atrox on Oct 22, 2015 13:51:39 GMT
"You're quite welcome, Eprist," says Revver with a nod.
He listens to what the pair has to say.
"I agree. But perhaps I can scout around in a wide circle, while the three of you stick together in the center. If I encounter a Uetiko I can draw it to the center for all of us to take it down?"
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Post by Thouartmore... on Oct 23, 2015 7:58:33 GMT
The Name is not this name, The Name is not this name, The Name is not this name...
Running past an Amnure, and spilling his drink in the process, 73 proceeds with haste towards the group's position. He checks his position. ETA 2 minutes 3 seconds.
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Post by limeyhoney on Oct 23, 2015 22:45:06 GMT
"Great. Now all of us have had an idea. But we don't have a fourth person to decide for us. Human's problem solving was s much simpler." "I propose we split up, but only partly. Two groups of two. How is that for a plan?"
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Post by Rowdy on Oct 24, 2015 19:36:17 GMT
"What'd humans do that we can't, exactly? Last time I checked, they were all busy with their heads stuck in all of their computers and long distance communicating devices they call 'cellphones,' probably playing some kinda sick fantasy game about creatures in space that they made up and imagined emotionally scarring backstories for their own twisted pleasure. So... y'know also, at the expense of sounding like a teenage human girl 'there are literally, like, exactly four of us here. Like, what the shazbot, oh em gee. Eprist, Revver, you, and I. So like... you're not even being very fetch right now'." Oblign's voice squeals, as he flamboyantly throws his hand out and downwards.
"Seriously though, I suggest we take a bit of everyone's plan. In this case, I think it'd be the smartest thing to scope out what we've got around us first before we do anything else... like uh, charging into fields with no real plans or anything like that. Haha... not that I'd ever do that..." returned to normal, his voice trails off.
Eprist agrees, adding "With the perfectly four of us here, we can huddle in a triangular mass as Revver searches around us. I might be fast on my own, but Revver is undoubtedly speedier. I have read that the speed of even an average Cyclorotan is at least eighty-five units per hour. I cannot imagine how much the top-speed of one trained for combat is. One hundred at the very least, I'd suppose.
Once he lures one, or even a few in, we will have to strategize and work together, lest we want to perish in the process."
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Post by Atrox on Oct 26, 2015 0:30:23 GMT
Revver grins and can't help but feel a bit of pride.
"100 yep! But rarely I can push it to 105." He asks if the pair if they have communicators so he can register them in his helmet.
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Post by Thouartmore... on Oct 26, 2015 10:09:01 GMT
73 experiences an unpleasant memory whilst approaching his target point.
He sees a gaunt humanoid garbed in hastily stitched skin serving as a robe, Her body smothered with ash. The roof is broken, letting droplets of soundless rain fall from the burning sky. Frozen torches shed a minimal amount of light. Pillars of intricately carved stone lie broken on the flooded floor. The raindrops flood the ground, congealing in a massive pool in the middle. A large throne is situated at the far end of the impossible chamber, where an entity, form hidden behind a writhing mass of golden cloth. The female figure is leaning over, whispering to it. Two burning globes stare from within the iridescent cloth. The whispering stops and with a quick movement, she turns towards the third presence. An ear to ear grin burns across her face.
Staring into the pool, an unknown planetary system is up in flames. Screaming, roars, and prayers immediately break the silence like a hammer shatters glass. The prayers are especially loud. Crying out to anyone, Anything, in a desperate bid for sanctuary. With a flick of it's wrist, the entity shatters the sun. Engulfing the nearby planets in all-consuming black flames. The veil of deafening silence covers the room again.
For a moment everything is peaceful...
Suddenly, the view in the pool zooms out, revealing an entire galaxy. This time, the entity on the throne stands up. The female figure tries to usher it back into it's seat. As soon as the female touches the cloth, however, strands of golden fibers grab her by the neck. Choking, she is brought up to the creature's face. The cloth starts to shimmer, as if it was an illusion. A creature grows out of the cloth, grabbing the female by the neck, and crushing her throat. 8 metres tall, it lifts her barely alive body u p to it's mouth. It devours her, bit by bit, till there's nothing left but her tattered robe.
In all it's horrific glory, the... Dæmon... is reptilian. A long tail, similar to 73's, flicks behind him. A blackened lance in place of a grasper. Burning drops of acid are flicked down into the galaxy, spawning more screaming and prayers. Muscular abdomen, broad, spike tipped shoulders, a mouthful of obsidian teeth, spiked wrists. it truly was a horrible spectacle. Walking over to the pool, the Dæmon inspects his work. It's mouth flips into a smile, which turns into a grin. Reahing down, it tears the galactic core, leaving a huge tear behind. All the galaxy is pulled into the tear without a single moment passing.
Another moment of silence...
Then, the force of every living thing that was in that galaxy, pours out of the tear. All sound becomes infinitely painful screeching, as the... souls... are sucked into the gaping mouth of the Dæmon. Once the Dæmon closes his mouth, he looks at the galactic core in his hand, then to the spectator. Grinning, he walks over to his spectator.
He looks down at you, and hands the core to you.
Everything closes up into blank space, leaving the two of you floating in a tiny pocket of reality.
He Crouches down so he is level with you. He says nothing. He doesn't need to say anything. His horrid smile is the only thing he needs.
Bring me more
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Post by Rowdy on Oct 28, 2015 14:25:42 GMT
limeyhoney It's been two days, a simple reminder that your turn is very near being skipped.
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Post by limeyhoney on Oct 29, 2015 2:17:42 GMT
Sorry, (Seem to have been doing a lot of apologizing this week. :\)
"Well... I am outnumbered. I guess we put Revver in the most danger. Any of you got tranquilizers?"
OOC: Atrox, is this your almighty plan of killing Revver?
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Post by mitobox on Oct 29, 2015 2:38:43 GMT
No spoilers! Wait, I'm the game moderator.
Still, surprises make things interesting-er.
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Post by Atrox on Oct 29, 2015 3:27:08 GMT
Sorry, (Seem to have been doing a lot of apologizing this week. :\) " Well... I am outnumbered. I guess we put Revver in the most danger. Any of you got tranquilizers?" OOC: Atrox, is this your almighty plan of killing Revver? No spoilers
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Post by Rowdy on Oct 29, 2015 22:21:05 GMT
Eprist swipes the card for her phaser just as Oblign did not long ago.
"Unfortunately, we do not have communicators, though I surely doubt we will need any tranquilizers. These should at least paralyze them, although on the off chance it does not, we should be able to take care of the job. Do not forget that I carry my own paralyzing venom, nor have you even seen the extent of my speed and Oblign's strength.
If we seek to incapacitate them, it might be more difficult than outright killing of the creature. However, the character, 73, did notify us of his need to contain one living specimen."
" Besides, Limster, just be careful. Rev has gotta make a quick trip around the field and lead 'em back to us. Shouldn't be nothin' we can't handle. Let's do this thang!
If you need to throw out a signal, shoot into the sky and we should be able to see 'em. You do have a gun, I'd guess, after all."
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Post by Atrox on Oct 31, 2015 1:05:43 GMT
Revver nods, "Well alright then, I guess we won't really need communicators... and yes I do have a gun, but I doubt you'll be able to see the bullet."
Revver shrugs and speeds off into the direction of the humming.
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Post by Thouartmore... on Oct 31, 2015 21:56:21 GMT
The unpleasantness of 73's strange memory gained nothing more than a figurative shrug from 73. He sprinted toward the planning hunters without hesitation.
Consumption of targets is priority All else irrelevant Proceed...
Reminder: death of subjects is acceptable
confirmation of targets: 1 minute, and closing
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Post by limeyhoney on Nov 1, 2015 19:02:23 GMT
"Well, try not to die. That would be great. Try not to kill the Uetiko as well. I don't think it needs to be conscious. Just alive. I could probably lend some poison to for you to lace any melee you have." Limmy gets out his jar of poison, and laces his claws with it. Then hands it off.
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Post by mitobox on Nov 1, 2015 20:40:45 GMT
In a "clearing," it is revealed that the humming is from an abandoned vehicle. The front is a dome-shape, with a Belgiumpit at the top (steps at the sides allow easier access), while the back is a large rectangular prism adorned with rings and hooks. There is a harvesting mechanism behind it, hooked to the rectangular bit. The flat bottom implies that it is a hovering "tractor." A part of the bottom of the dome is ruptured, and glowing blue fog is spilling out.
The space around the vehicle is littered with several mangled corpses, each being picked at by Carnojips. Occasionally, two of them wind up in competition over a particular morsel (the quality is irrelevant), and the conflict is resolved by them unfolding their sails and croaking until another leaves. One of the corpses has a stun pistol next to it, likely a policeman.
The sisters sniffed the air. Prey had been drawn into the fields, this was certain. The larger and more brutal of the two growled in anticipation, ready to bring as much pain as possible. The smaller one, more cunning, was eager to test how quickly she could kill her quarry.
The Brutal stepped purposefully forward, while The Cunning prowled on all fours. Still, they were cautious; this group had diverse scents. They were aware that their species was a... nuisance. Both could feel a fight coming.
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Post by Rowdy on Nov 1, 2015 21:56:55 GMT
"So the Cyclorotans don't have high-intensity photon pistols? And instead use ballistic projectiles? How particularly quaint..." Eprist mumbles to herself, just within earshot of Oblign.
"Y'mean lasers and guns, eh? Guess Rev's planet is fast, but their weaponry lets you die real slow. Who would'a known? You said they do keep to themselves a lot, eh?"
"I suppose so, Oblign."
The red Stygian then turns his attention towards the speeding Cyclorotan off in the distance, once Limmy has offered the odorous poison and shouts after him.
"Hey!! Try not to get yourself killed, Lightning McQueen!! There's still a sequel and a horrible spin-off you've gotta be in, alright?!"
Oblign attempts a smile, yet again another facade, as a sinking feeling in his stomach makes him curious about whether any of them will truly make it out of this field alive.
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Post by Atrox on Nov 1, 2015 22:41:37 GMT
Revver slips the jar of poison into his backpack and turns on night vision mode on his helmet. He takes a quick look around before rolling over to the abandoned ship. EDIT: He also examines the bodies. mitobox I'd like to know who died.
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Post by Thouartmore... on Nov 2, 2015 9:17:40 GMT
experiencing unique feeling of... doubt.
73 continued running, closing in on his target
Unique aspect unknown Continued hunting may require severe harm on individuals Death of two beings possible ... Knowledge of which beings not known presently
A strange niggling sensation tickled 73's thoughts
Second feeling experienced Unidentifiable sourc-- Source location not situated on planet surface Possibility of threat: 59.7% Possibility of death: 12% Possibility of help.... error 100% chance of-- error-- chance o-- error--chance of T-- ... ... ... Error, anomaly are-- have-- arriving-- now?
It takes a few moments for 73 to realise he is standing still. Upon realising this, 73 starts running again.
His eyes having gone from slits to white globes
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Post by limeyhoney on Nov 4, 2015 21:38:35 GMT
" So, we just wait here, or should we wander a bit as well?" OOC: Is 73 calculating Revvers mortality?
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Post by mitobox on Nov 5, 2015 0:15:17 GMT
Revver slips the jar of poison into his backpack and turns on night vision mode on his helmet. He takes a quick look around before rolling over to the abandoned ship. EDIT: He also examines the bodies. mitobox I'd like to know who died. The corpse with the pistol has tattered fragments of uniform around it. Definately a policeman. The mutilated head has a long, sharp beak, but no feathers. The stun pistol has markings indicating a name: "Jharceros." The Vocirius, beaked lizard creatures with excellent planning and reflexes despite relatively low physical strength, have "Jharceros" as a popular name (Jharceros was the leading figure against an AI uprising). Another corpse is an invertebrate. It's a mangle of drying tentacles and bite marks, but there's no mistakening the four-point star pupils of an Orussinite. Alive, they would have backs reminiscent of apricots, but the Uetikoes must have eaten that part. A flashlight, alongside relatively casual clothes, point to the possibility of a rambunctious teen that died long before his or her time. The last easily identifiable corpse has been heavily damaged, but the bones are clearly made of cartilage. The tail also looks like that of a salamander's. It must be a Pescusa, a highly amphibious creature and one of the few sapient cartilaginious species. The pants, made of a durable material, are mostly still intact. A crumpled piece of paper is poking out of a pocket. The Cunning held out an arm to stop The Brutal's advance. The Brutal knew that approaching too close could reveal their position, but, not liking The Cunning's interruption, snorted. The Cunning raised her head, turning it to face where she knew the hover-tractor was. She could sense at least one intruder there, but the approach of others wiped away any plans for an immediate attack. Of course, the Brutal was very annoyed at The Cunning's reluctance to attack first, a favored tactic of hers. Still, she relented, stepping back with another snort.
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