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Post by Atrox on Nov 17, 2015 21:59:47 GMT
And now it's Rowdy's turn!
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Post by Rowdy on Nov 18, 2015 1:30:01 GMT
A feigned tear streams down Oblign's face as he wipes it away slowly with one of his four digits, "Well, y'see Ep, it's just... all true! Oh, I'm sorry, my bolt-using Hawkeye of space, mine fairest yellow maiden! Please forgive me? When this whole ordeal is over with, say you'll run away with me, Limm-eo! Far, far away to a land where you'll be assured all of the arrows - I mean - 'bolts' your lemon-encrusted heart desires! I shall tip them each with a Gloobulb... to represent how my infatuation of you has pierced my very core and stuck itself there," he pauses as he stops to pluck an indigo flower from its purple stalk. "Like a... really sticky thing. I mean, like this really krutacking sticky thing. ...I think I've got it stuck to my hand actual - mph!!" Eprist silences her rouge-colored companion by cupping her hand over his mouth. "As interesting as it was to hear you declare your oh-so-obvious affection for Limmy via colored vegetation, we have to remember to stay silent. Remember Revver is still out there risking his life scouting out the area for us of any hint of what lays in these fields." "But that's not fair, Ep! You started i - " She lowers her gaze at him and is returned immediate stillness. Perfect. Now if only it were that simple to capture a Uetiko, since even by her otherwise patient standards, it feels as though this mission is taking up quite a bit of time. [Pictured below: Oblign's idea of Limmy thus far. With a splash of lemon, of course.]
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Post by Atrox on Nov 18, 2015 2:17:17 GMT
Revver pored over the note and looks at the deceased Pescusa with sorrow. He folds the note and places it in his pack (which after some thought will now be located on his leg). " They should probably see this," he says, looking towards the direction from whence he came. He casts one last glance at the fallen before looking out into the vegetation. He stares for a long while - even on the regular timescale - before turning around and darting back to the group. He grips his lance tightly the entire journey. OOC: And now it'd be Thouartmore...'s turn!
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Post by Narotiza on Nov 18, 2015 5:44:39 GMT
(I'll probably introduce my character by tomorrow!... assuming making up a name and backstory doesn't take too long...)
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Thouartmore...
Aware
I am a deeply disturbed individual . . . .
Posts: 117
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Post by Thouartmore... on Nov 18, 2015 9:18:10 GMT
(It sure will be interesting to see a new player in this game of space checkers.)
73's scales itched and his skin felt like lightning was wriggling under it. He twisted the combat blade in his hand. Lowering his body, 73 acquired a battle stance. He scanned his surroundings again and again, searching for anything with malevolent intent. The rotting smell and humming noise still pervaded the air. 73's vision allowed him to see normally, despite the lighting
Assume new directive: kill on sight. Exceptions: non-mobile lifeforms, stygian subjects, unkillable lifeforms, civilians, and self. Efficiency: clean
Additional: should any lifeform prevent directive from being carried out, lifeform will immediately forfeit any exceptions.
73 took another quick look around, when he was satisfied nothing wanted to attack him, he exited his battle stance. However, he didn't become any less alert or tense. Especially when HE came back, in physical form, right in front of him.
"Having trouble?," he said, a devilish smile playing on his lips.
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Post by mitobox on Nov 18, 2015 18:09:39 GMT
The Brutal sees the Wheeled One's exit and, without hesitation, trudges into the "clearing." She sniffs the air. Yes, there was one, but there were certainly more...
The Cunning dashes on all fours, crawling over to the Toy's corpse. Her eyes pore over the decayed body, taking in every detail... The Wheeled One had done something with it. She realizes that it removed the crumpled paper. Suspicion grips her thoughts. The sisters knew that prey could communicate through symbols on surfaces. Perhaps the Toy had revealed to the Wheeled One information regarding themselves through the paper?
She stares into the Gloobulbs, calculating. Listening closely, she hears their voices.
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Post by limeyhoney on Nov 19, 2015 1:22:49 GMT
Maybe they are too similar to Ulf and Wulf... Limmy thinks. Knowing that their position was, if not already, been given away. If I die, I blame them.And now it's Rowdy's turn! Sorry. Forgot to save. Edit: Fixed. Lol.
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Post by Atrox on Nov 19, 2015 1:28:06 GMT
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Post by Rowdy on Nov 20, 2015 2:58:14 GMT
The silence is unfortunately broken no sooner than it started, however.
"So... we just wait here now?" the crimson Stygian utters under his breath to his tall, azure companion.
"Yes, Oblign. That is all."
"Isn't that sort of anti-climactic though? Y'know, you'd expect something now, wouldn't you? I mean... I know I would. We're just sort of standing here waiting for the Uetikoes to get us, when they've already probably heard our voices? Isn't that kinda... well, needless to say, the Tralfamadorians would've been disappointed, alright?
I tried being serious, but I'm getting restless. I was worried, I was thinking we'd bust in here and BAM! Immediate boss battle. But nope. Just standing here with my thoughts, you, and a French-speaking lemon-colored lizard assassin named after the lime fruit of Earth who still won't profess his undying love for me.
And I know you are too, aren'tcha Ep? Getting restless, that is. I doubt Limmy has the same feelings for you, I'm sorry to say. We have something special. I've seen the way he looks at me, after all, with that beady stare that tugs at my crossbow strings. ...or maybe that's rolling his eyes since he must think this is all a show. I can't tell.
But that's besides the point, because right now? All of what I'm saying: it's almost like if we were skipping a turn in a game just to decide what to do next. So... pretty much pointless."
"So it goes, yes," Eprist replies, dispassionately.
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Post by mitobox on Nov 20, 2015 3:25:51 GMT
Numerous Carnojips, disturbed by the Uetikoes' arrival, scatter into the cover of the Gloobulb stalks, making startled yipping noises. A few dart under our heroes' feet.
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Post by Atrox on Nov 20, 2015 3:45:56 GMT
EDIT: It's been two days so I'll just continue considering we need to have a certain part of this story cleared up before tomorrow. " Hey guys I'm back from my sweep." Revver emerges from the foliage and stands before his associates. There are gloobulbs stuck to his arm and helmet. A blackened and smoking one is stuck to the tip of his lance. He takes a moment to peel them off. " I found something." He reached into his pocket and hands the group the note for them to read. OOC: Thouartmore..., you're up.
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Thouartmore...
Aware
I am a deeply disturbed individual . . . .
Posts: 117
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Post by Thouartmore... on Nov 22, 2015 4:41:00 GMT
73 angled his sword towards the entity and ran towards it, cleaving the creature in two. At least that's what he thought he did. In actuality, the blade merely passed through the entity. No sooner had 73 realized what had happened, the entity had moved in front of him. A scowl on his face, the entity said, "I am willing to overlook that if-." 73 lashes out with his blade, interrupting the Dæmon mid-sentence. This time, the blade stopped in mid-air, deflected by an invisible force. 73 didn't stop trying to kill the Dæmon, however, and, with each swing of the blade the Dæmon grew less, and less patient.
Finally, as 73 tried to sever his head, the Dæmon looked directly into 73's eyes. "You have forgotten your place." He said, making 73 stop in his tracks. Unable to move, a feeling of dread that only this being could cause, constricted 73's mind. Struggling to speak, 73 said,"subject-- rrgh-- MASTER should. Not. Be here." The Dæmon found amusement in that. "Something of great interest is in the area, so I can be wherever I please." The Dæmon said, approaching 73,"even your own body!"
Digging his hands into 73's head, the Dæmon laughed as 73's consciousness drifted to sleep. Even while 73 screamed in agony. The Dæmon's form melted into 73's body, leaving no trace of it's previous body. 73 stood motionless, before saying,"new directive acquired: burn the field!" cackling laughter emanated from the now possesed 73, while multiple walls of flame erupted around him. He strode in the direction of the hunters, white eyes turned into orbs of molten copper.
Note: This is, unfortunately, my last post for two weeks. I have no idea what will happen next, but feel free to do something with 73. That's all I can say. Goodbye.
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Post by Atrox on Nov 22, 2015 5:31:00 GMT
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Post by limeyhoney on Nov 22, 2015 17:39:54 GMT
"SHHHHH!" Limmy says in a hushed whisper. "Something has frightened these creatures. You can only imagine what it is. Weapons at the ready."
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Post by Rowdy on Nov 24, 2015 16:56:20 GMT
Note: Hey, sorry for not posting for a bit, everyone. Been busy with school-stuff since the semester and finals are coming up soon. Also, I'd like to ask about whether mitobox can control 73 for now? At least whether or not you might like to? It's either that, or we all include in our posts what 73 is doing that would eventually lead to an ending none of us expect. Anyway, until then, back to posting with the Red and Blue and Forever Traumatized Crew... "Oh, hello Revver! What did you find," Eprist asks as she accepts the piece of paper, then begins to read it aloud, starting with " I'm not sure if there's much time left for me..." before her voice trails off. Oblign attempted to read over her shoulder, but their height difference proved too much of an obstacle. "Aye, Ep? What's the dealeo?" "We are quite clearly not alone here is what is the 'dealeo,' Oblign. And there are more than a few enemies about in our midst, one of whom we can only assume its allegiances due to the manner it chased off the Pescusa that wrote this before she was tragically killed by two other Uetikoes lurking in this field. " "I think being quiet is the last of our worries then, Limster, since those are probably skilled too," he replies, snatching the paper from Eprist's hands and skimming over its details. "Also... does anyone else smell smoke?"
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Post by Atrox on Nov 24, 2015 20:06:06 GMT
Revver takes a whiff. Sure enough the smell of smoke filled the air. He looks up and notices a column of smoke billowing high over the field.
Staring at the smoke he says, "...What do you suppose caused that?"
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Post by limeyhoney on Nov 24, 2015 22:10:40 GMT
"So there are two Uetikos in this area. Do you not think that could be what is scaring these critters away?" Limmy glances behind him, then also becomes fixated on the smoke rising behind him. "Um... that fire is getting assisted by the wind to come straight towards us. Or is it?" Limmy goes through the motion of unloading the crossbow, then reloading it.
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Post by Narotiza on Nov 25, 2015 5:52:30 GMT
I DID IT Name:Marcphan Species:Nafryani Appearance:Casual Appearance + Alternate ExpressionsWith Armor (only bothered to draw helmet, lol) Lavender-colored, almost cat-like creature covered with bioluminescent markings. There is a fan-like structure on back of head which can "open" and "close" (see first image in spoiler) Mouth is triangular due to three jaws. Two mustache-like whiskers next to eyes. Two nostrils under each pointy, elf-like ear. Weapons & Equipment:- Light, yet tough suit of armor
- Helmet with HUD holograms over eyes
- Plasma rifle
- Large backpack
Contents of backpack:- Fruits and meats native to Nafryus
- A few bottles of water and juice
- Bandages and other medical supplies
- Mobile Device for communication and entertainment
- A few books, mostly fiction, but a few are on Uetiko hunting.
- Multiple pairs of fancy clothes
- A torch-like light shaped like AUH's logo (more about AUH below)
Experience & Bio:Marcphan is a Nafryani from the country of Anhymot, which is on planet Nafryus. Nafryus was a victim of Uetiko attacks; in response to the attacks, the country of Anhymot formed the Anhymot Uetiko Hunters, or the AUH. Marcphan is a member of the AUH, and has received good amounts of training on hunting Uetikoes; however, Marcphan has no experience fighting actual Uetikoes. AUH's logo: It represents a torch emitting light, which Uetikoes fear. Other Information:- Nafryani eyes are covered in bioluminescent markings, like the ones on their bodies.
- A Nafrayani's entire eye is basically the iris - the pupil can expand to be the size of the whole eye - but this is rarely ever done.
- The "fan" on the back of a Nafrayani's head can "open" and "close;" this is used to show emotions and attract mates.
- A Nafrayani's nostrils are underneath its ears.
- Nafrayani mouths are triangular due to three different jaws.
- When wearing his helmet, Marcphan's fan is hidden underneath the helmet so it isn't vulnerable. A fake fan is put in its place (see second image)
- The AUH were unsuccessful at first, but after research was done on Uetikoes, they became stronger.
- Nafryani = Name of Species; plural is the same as singular (like how both the singular and plural of 'Sheep' is still 'Sheep')
Nafryus = Home planet of Nafryani Anhymot = Country Marcphan is from (I just did this in case people were confused by the names) - Many Nafryani cultures greatly value beauty; this is why Marcphan has fancy clothes in his backpack. Nafryani clothing is generally very feminine (by human standards) and dress-like for both females and males. (will draw soon, probably when Marcphan puts them on)
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Post by Atrox on Nov 25, 2015 5:57:04 GMT
Ah! Excellent! Narotiza, you can take your first turn after Rowdy's turn
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Post by mitobox on Nov 26, 2015 1:05:01 GMT
Alright, Rowdy, you can commandeer 73. Let's assume he's just having an arson rampage to kill the Uetikoes (evidently the demon guy controlling him had a bad experience at the zoo as a kid).
The Gloobulbs, sensing heat and smoke, secrete more of their sticky, non-flammable substance. The resin crusts and hardens the more heat there is, forming a protective "shell" around the flowers. Even if the plant dies, the seeds will be protected.
The Sisters smell the smoke with ease. The Brutal looks around, growling in annoyance, while The Cunning awakens from her intent listening. Both decide to stay in the "clearing" to avoid the coming fire. The Cunning dashes onto the hover-tractor, barely seeing above the stalks the smoke and fire.
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