560/Fireside Meetings

Fireside Meetings
Date of Scene:	08 September 2014
Location:	Wasteland Bonfire
Synopsis:	A new Unification occured recently. A man from this new dimension allied himself with the Union. He sits now by a bonfire in his universe in the middle of an empty, flat plain, having sent out an open invitation to any Elite that cares to visit. The moon is full, shapes on it suggesting structures and the stars are out in force, but they do not twinkle like they should...
Thanks to:	Thanks to everyone who showed up and took a chance on a newbie like me!
Cast of Characters:	Tomoe, 183, 307, Blurr, Eryl Fairfax

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Eryl Fairfax has posed:
    Eryl paces around the fire, a large pot bubbling away within the flames. His internal sensors gauging the temperature of it as well as the temperature around the seats. "A comfortable 21 degrees around the seats," he mutters with a nod. For the fifth time, he runds his hands across these seats-well, to be frank, they're rocks with a flat top-to get rid of any dust. Once again, he does a perimeter sweep, looking across the plains that surround him for any sign of life.

    Spotting none, he then checks the chilly bins again. One is loaded with meat skewers of all kinds marinating in different sauces. A second, smaller one contains vegetable skewers. A third contains cooled drinks, with self-heating jugs set up on rocks next to it. Paper cups are stacked next to them, and each contains a label identifying what hot drink they contain.

    Finally, Eryl turns his attention to himself. He has loosened his tie, but is unsure if he should discard it altogether, or leave it on but loose. He quickly goes over each potential scenario brfore ultimately deciding to keep it on, in a loop but loose. Casual, but still businesslike. With that, he sits on a rock and awaits his guests.

Mizuki (183) has posed:
    It's never easy to say why Mizuki does anything, really, but on this specific occasion it shouldn't be as difficult as others. Really now, with all that she's said about appreciating 'somber environments' and 'ominous atmospheres', it should all be quite clear! Her authorial foresight went berserk when this world found its way into the Multiverse, and now she's come here to investigate... and, perhaps, to imbibe some of the thick miasma of mysteriosity as her daily sustenance.

    Really, though, isn't it lovely? As she 'magically' appears behind Eryl, parasol raised high, she takes a moment to literally breathe it all in. And... exhale. The noise may be just enough to alert the little cyborg to her presence, which could startle him quite a bit; after all, in this case, any visitors are 'extraterrestrial life'. Science fiction has a bad habit of making that out to be something quite gruesome. And she should know! She's an author. Of which she'll make everyone in the area aware very shortly, I'm sure.

    But for now, she at least tries to be humble. When she knows she has Eryl's attentions, she offers a curtsy. "Afternoon, dear wayward soul." She raises her gaze to his, batting her lashes just faintly. "Your world exudes such wonderfully artistic energies that even I in my dreambound tower could sense it, but before we get into any of that -- I am Mizuki, Curator of Creation, and in this specific instance, an envoy of the larger world." She bows her head once more. "Feel free to respond with other such pleasantries at your leisure." And with that, she meanders over to one of the glorified stone cushions and daintily settles in. Though 'getting settled on a rock' would be a bit of an oxymoron, if it was more succinct.

Allyn (307) has posed:
A large wolf comes trotting across the plains, stopping to sniff at things that he finds. Kind of small things really, but maybe there's something further along. He continues trotting along his way until he comes across the bonfire and blinks, watching the people there for a few moments to see if they might be friendly or not. Never know when you might run across someone unfriendly.

His ears perk as he hears a familiar voice and he trots over towards the bonfire a bit faster and once he reaches it, he sneaks up behind Mizuki and presses a cold nose against the back of her hand and then slinks away, over near one of the rock seats and flops over on his side, tail beating against the ground slowly and his head on his paws, "Hi, this spot over here free?"

Blurr has posed:
    If Eryl scanned the area again, he'd probably pick up on an extremely fast-moving something speeding across the plains. In fact, it's traveling at the speed of sound itself. At some point it changes direction abruptly, turning toward the little bonfire he's set up and beginning to approach it rapidly.

    As the object approaches he'd be able to tell that it appears to be a high-tech hovercar of sorts. Dust and bits of grass fly up behind the vehicle as it zips across the grassland toward them.

Eryl Fairfax has posed:
    In the first of what is likely to be many many alerts from his implants about impossible readings, Eryl is told that someone has simply /appeared/ behind him. Turning his head to look at Mizuki, her name and appearance being saved and preserved, he smiles and nods his head. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Mizuki. I am Eryl Fairfax. Please, help yourself to any refreshments I have to offer. Some vegetarian chilli is on the fire and one of the bins is loaded with skewers to cook over the flames."

    When Allyn comes over, Eryl imperceivably tenses a little. Wolves still roam the world, and this one may have been drawn over by the scent of food. But when it acts so familiar-and speaks-he calms down, ignoring the alert that such a creature should not be capable of speaking. "Of course. If no one is sitting there, it is avaliable, Mr...?"

    Then he gets an alert he doesn't have to ignore. Something travelling at supersonic speed, in this wasteland? His eyes flick up, tracking it's movement and internally marvelling at that handling. Hopefully it is just another guest, and not some bandits in a scavenged vehicle looking to interrupt.

Tomoe has posed:
Tomoe is not here in the flesh but this avatar may as well be Tomoe's actual body, it's the one she sees as her own true form. The Salamander has not met Mizuki before. She comes upon the group and tilts her head for a little bit. She looks at Eryl for a moment and looks for all the world some sort of elfish paladin.

"Greetings I am Tomoe The Iron Lily."

Mizuki (183) has posed:
    Mizuki's eyes widen just slightly at the cool sensation that comes from the source of a certain mega morphing puppy (read: fearsome and noble shapeshifter). She glances back just in time to see him settling in on a rocky stool of his own, giving another nod in his direction and a small grin. "It is good to see you, Allyn."

    Oddly, even though no one is nearby, he might experience a phantom sensation of being patted on the nose thrice gingerly. Probably just his imagination, but there's always the off chance that she just stopped time to tease him?

    ... naaaahh. She wouldn't be grinning like an (refined) idiot if that were the case. Which she is right now.

    Annyway, the kindly boy in the tie offers her... refreshments! She appreciates the gesture, of course, but are those... paper cups? See, this is why she always comes prepared. Or has a way of making herself prepared, anyway - summoning an ostentatious sword akin to some variety of heavenly conductor's baton into her hand, she gently and silently carves a hole in the fabric of time and space, reaching in with an idle hand to fetch... a tea set. That's to say, a filled ceramic pot of quite ornate make and a matching teacup. She then goes to pour some tea into the cup for herself, sticking the pot back into the rift and allowing it to mend itself shortly thereafter. She smiles to Eryl. "I do not mean to be rude, but I have extremely... discerning tastes. Some just call me 'picky', though." She moves a sleeve over her mouth to suppress a giggle that never comes before raising the glass in her host's direction. "But here is to you, new acquaintance. To you and the as of yet unravelled mystery of your delightful home." A hand cups itself around her cheek as her face becomes blissfully rosy. Under her breath, she sighs.

    'Ahh, vanilla chai~...'.

    She quietly cradles the cup in two hands for several moments before looking to Eryl again, and acknowledging the other arrivals. The approach of a hyperspeed car gets far less attention from her than it might for most, as does the appearance of Tomoe. But she has chronicles to begin. History to deduce! But first, she wants to get some impression of her present company so that she best knows how to tactfully broach those topics. So for now, she waits, listening to the soft crackling of the fire-cloaked wood.

Allyn (307) has posed:
Allyn's ears perk and he nods to Mizuki, "Good to see you too Mizuki. Sorry to surprise you with a cold nose to the hand." or is he? Well, maybe a little sorry, but it's not often he gets to sneak up on someone and surprise them like that. He then peers at Eryl and nods, "Oh, sorry. I'm Allyn, pleased to meet you. Sorry about the apperance, but I am not comfortable as a human." he sighs some, "But it's good to meet you and don't worry, I'm not too much trouble." at least not on purpose anyway.

Blurr has posed:
    Not needing to touch the ground in order to move is a definite advantage when it comes to rough terrain. It's part of what makes this speedster so good at what he does. Closer and closer the hover speeder comes...it's not slowing down. At least not yet. It looks like it's going to crash into the lot of them...

    Until the very last astrosecond, when it comes to a screeching halt, swerving sharply to avoid hitting anything. And also to show off. More to show off, actually. If anyone tries to look who's driving though, they'd find that there's actually no one inside.

Eryl Fairfax has posed:
    Eryl looks over to Tomoe. Really now, some phantom lady, a talking wolf, a speeding machine and now a woman with wings and pointed ears clad in armor? The Multiverse is a strang eplace indeed. But despire this, he keeps his confusion in check, implants blocking any reflexive action that may indicate confusion, a small smile ever-plasted on his face. "Greetings Miss Tomoe. I am Eryl Fairfax."

    He directs this intriduction to Allyn also, shaking his head at the apology the shapeshifter offers. "Not at all. Please, anything you can do to make yourself more comfortable is just fine." Noting his current lack of proper hands, he smiles. "Would you like me to cook something for you?"

    He looks over to Mizuki, his implants yelling extra loud now as she cleaves the fabric of reality for the sake of tea. Subtly, he averts his gaze from the tear to shut them up. "Not at all Miss Mizuki. I had never heard of 'tea' pre-Unification, so I have no idea if what I supplied is good or not." Once the tear is gone, he looks back with a smile.

    All this time, Eryl had been monitoring the speeding vehicle, and when it got that close? Well, Eryl stands up, starting to lift his leg, his heel pointing towards it... when it suddenly turned, avoiding the fire. With a relieved sigh, he sits back down and fakes a cough into his fist, looking a little sheepish.

Mizuki (183) has posed:
    She forms a check with her fingers, holding them gently to her chin in inquiry. She tilts her head at Eryl a moment before beginning her small interrogation. "I... noticed you looking away there. Any reason why? Did you see something that you did not like, perhaps?" Her smile widens in ways that very nearly cannot be perceived by human eyes. "Or perhaps something you could not understand?" She lets the question hang in the air as she idly stirs the tea in her cup with a spoon. "No pressure or obligation to answer, of course. All are simply curiosities on my part."

    While she waits for a response, her gaze wanders to the sky. She has to narrow her eyes a bit, there. Is it a bit... hazy? Pray you, is some of the 'purgatorial white' she is accustomed to encroaching upon it, eroding it from the outside coming in? With a sip of her tea, she can only muse. But, undeniably, that sky feels similarly to that of another world. Priscilla's World, yes: The Painted World of Ariamis. What links, if any, that may indicate between the two planes is something she is still processing, but it's enough to renew her curiosity for the time being.

Allyn (307) has posed:
Allyn blinks as they vehicle approaches them and so close before stopping and then kind of shrugs, at least as well as a wolf can. He's seen strange things in his time in the multiverse, so it doesn't bother him too much. At least as long as it doesn't appear to be threatening them. He looks to Eryl when he asks about cooking something and he shakes his head. "I don't usually eat cooked food, but if you have something raw I'd be glad to take that. I am a wolf after all."

He sniffs at the air a moment and then looks up at the sky and then off into the distance, "There are wolves here?" he seems a bit surprised, he didn't expect there to really be much of anything here from the looks of it. "Does that mean that there is game to hunt around here too?" of course, there must be if there are predators, "Any other interesting wildlife?"

Blurr has posed:
    Once it has come to a complete stop, the empty vehicle's engines shut off, and for the time being it just sits there, parked on the grass just outside the circle of stones around the bonfire.

    Then, yet another person, this one looking much like a teen-aged male human, seems to simply appear out of nowhere, sitting right next to Eryl. If Eryl's scans are deep enough, he might be able to tell that despite outward appearances, the boy isn't actually human because he's made out of some kind of 'hard light' substance instead of flesh and bone.

Tomoe has posed:
Tomoe looks Eryl over and smiles at him before banishing her wings in a flash of light to make it eaier to move about.

"It is good to meet you sir."

She smiles a bit and looks him over along ith the others only Allyn she really knows well at all.

"I wouldn't know to be honest I try to not prevoke such to be honest. You know?"

Eryl Fairfax has posed:
    Darn. He had hoped that that had gone unnoticed. It won't do to look feeble, that may give a bad impression. Mustering his best smile, he looks to Mizuki and says, "My implants are unable to handle the idea of... what you just did, so they started reporting that they were malfunctioning somehow. Looking away helped to curb that." At times like this, it pays to be honest. Lying and saying it was nothing may paint him as shifty, or a liar. He notices the curator's wistful look to the heavens, and his 'Original Face' beings to throw up suggestions on what to bring up. "Are these stars the same as in other worlds? Can you see familiar constellations in them?"

    Looking to Allyn, he nods and goes to the cooler containing meat skewers. Thankfully, he remembers to have some unmarinated, just in case of allergies. Taking a paper plate, he dumps some of the unmarinated chunks onto it and places it before Allyn with a smile. "Wolves? Oh yes, and game too. But they are rare in this world. Simply not enough food to go around, you know? They'll attack anything with meat on them."

    He glances over at the supersonic vehicle, noticing the boy emerging from it. His sensors pick up no heat signiture, no breathing, and some kind of light going into him. He muses on the idea of some kind of solid hologram, but opts not to mention it, instead waving to him. "That was quite an entrance sir! You had me going for a second."

    When Tomoe dismissed her wings, Eryl looks over with interest. Is this more of that 'magic' he has heard so much about, or something more? But rather than interrogating the girl, he just smiles and shakes his head. "The odds of us encountering any such creatures are slim. So please, sit and relax, help yourself to food and drink. And thank you all for coming to my little get-together, it is my pleasure to meet you all."

Allyn (307) has posed:
Allyn looks up at Eryl as he bring him a plate of food, "Thank you for the food." he tells the man, but he wont begin to eat until others have what they want and are doing so as well. He has manners afterall. His ears perk as he listens about the wolves and game, but his ears flatten down to his head a little when he hears of there not being enough to go around. That has him curious though.

"Not enough to go around? What happened to all the game? Or was there ever much of it here to begin with?" being a creature of nature it really does interest him, though its a little sad if there once was plenty, but isn't any longer.

He wags his tail a little in greeting to Tomoe, "Hello Tomoe, good to see you."

Mizuki (183) has posed:
    "Hmm." She nods along. "If I may be so bold, you may want to update your software somewhere along the line. 'What I just did', or other varieties of magical phenomena that, in many realities, 'should not' or 'do not' exist are quite ubiquitous throughout our Multiverse." She smiles faintly. It's almost as if she's actually trying to be helpful here! "It could end up being a very serious detriment if you can not find ways to cope with its presence. Or is it just because of the -nature- of the rift I opened up that your components reacted that way?" She holds a hand over her mouth briefly before simply concluding, "... curious. This may merit further investigation."

    Her response to Eryl's questions on the heavens comes much more quickly, though, and with much more enthusiasm. "Ah! Yes, I believe I see a grouping not unlike Orion's Belt. And perhaps some semblance of Cygnus, the celestial swan? It's quite evident that the skies are not -exact-, but there are some striking similarities. Or perhaps my imagination is just running rampant." She giggles to herself. "More than likely, it's both."

    "But ah, you've got me curious now." She refocuses her gaze on Eryl. "Just why is there so much... 'space' in this world? In worlds with the technology yours seems to have, most of them are highly ubranized. This one very well may be in other areas, but this particular area is... plain. Quite plain. Not that I don't enjoy that, though! I very much do."

Blurr has posed:
    "Thanks." The avatar smiles. "But no thanks on the food. Nothing against you, just isn't my type." he chuckles. The teen appears to glance around at everyone sitting near the fire. He doesn't recognize any of them, really. He's encountered Allyn before, but wasn't properly introduced and he'd been in a different form at the time as well.

    "So who are you? I'm assuming you're native to this planet?" he asks the cyborg. "I'm Blurr."

Eryl Fairfax has posed:
    Eryl shakes his head sadly at Allyn. He was rather hoping to avoid the topic. This was a time of greeting new allies or potential foes. "The same thing that happened to the buildings. And the people. Mostly wiped out one day, with little explanation." That should hopefully be enough to sate his curiosity.

    "Yes, I know. My implants are capable of learning though, so hopefully repeated exposure should teach them," he says to Mizuki, bringing that smile back. Looking at the stars, particularly Orion, he grins. "Orion eh? I have had people tell me that it is the Great Serpant..." His finger goes alone the stars, starting from the hunter's right foot to his left, up along the belt and along the bow, then through the head and left shoulder and up the left arm. "But another settlement not even 50km away say that it is an hourglass." He points at the feet and shoulders of the hunter with the belt as the middle.

    He looks over at Blurr and bows his head with a smile. "Indeed I am. My name is Eryl Fairfax. What is your name?" Looking at the pot at the fire, he takes it off with a long handle that goes through hoops on the side and lifts the top off. "Chilli anyone?"

Tomoe has posed:
Tomoe seems set to make herself comfortable for a moment.

"They vary from place to place there's so many of them to be honest really.

"If it's not one thing it's another I'm finding out and honestlyy there's a lot of things. It's like every myth, every story, every thought man has ever had? Is true somewhere."

She notes and seems to be comoftable for the moment

"I'll pass I'd not want to rob any of you of it."

She seems in a chipper move for a moment

"Implants such as cyberware of some sort I take it?"

Allyn (307) has posed:
Allyn tilts his head as Eryl gives a brief explination and he whines a little and lays his head back on his paws and nods, understanding that it's not something to be discussed right now. He sniffs at the food he was given and then takes one of the chunks of meat and eats it, pondering.

He glances around at the others for a few moments, he doesn't recognize Blurr either though, since Blurr was up in a ship most the time when they encountered each other.

Blurr has posed:
    "Blurr." the speedster repeats. Hadn't he just said his name? "Nice to meet you, Eryl Fairfax."

    The avatar arches a brow at the mention of some sort of cataclysmic event. He doesn't catch the hint that Eryl would rather not talk about it. "Wiped out? Was there sort of explosion?" he prods further. "War? Disease? Invasion?" The Autobot has certainly seen his share of catastrophic civilization-shattering occurrences, his own home included. He looks confused at the mention of chili, though. "Chili?

Mizuki (183) has posed:
    Mizuki gives a series of thoughtful nods to what Eryl has to say about local astronomy. "I believe you answered both of my questions at once without even meaning to." She looks to him, sporting a coy sort of grin. "If the different settlements interpret the stars in such different ways, there must be a... significant, if not large, disparity between cultures, yes?" She taps a finger to her cheek. "To me, that implies that these 'settlements' are indeed quite spread out from one another as I had predicted. I suppose my question would simply be: why?" Her countenance straightens a bit, the sheen of her eyes shifting to reflect something akin to genuine sobriety. "Does your world lack the resources to support massive human settlement? Or is it just a byproduct of ethnic distribution, or another such thing? Or does not one variable stand out amongst the rest?" She's gone full-on analytical mode at this point, with a fist to her chin, a tapping shoe, and everything else that look would entail.

    Mizuki exhales, at least attempting to relax her curious instincts. "But ah, forgive me if I'm inundating you with these musings of mine. I do appreciate the constellations themselves. Particularly the hourglass." Her smirk returns, slowly. "I would have you know, Mister Fairfax, that I am quite the avid collector of timepieces of all kinds." And then her smirk transforms into an almost prideful, but still clearly playful, look.

    It is kinda her job to keep things fresh. Author, and all that business. Blah blah.

Eryl Fairfax has posed:
    Eryl looks to Tomow and chuckles dryly. "I would truely hope that is not the case, considering some of the myths I have heard. The idea of a planet-destroying serpant that slithers through the cosmos is a frightening one. But, may I ask what myths you have heard that have existed in another reality? I find this concept quite intriguing."

    Looking at Allyn, he takes a seat and rubs his chin. "You mention that you prefer being this way. Does that mean you can take other forms?" He seems quite intrigued, leaning forward on his rocky chair. "Is there a limit on what you can become?"

    But when Blurr begins to ask about the cause of all the devestation, his implants fail to prevent a slight tightening at the corner of his mouth. He gives a little sigh and says, "We don't know. It just happened. Those who survived didn't understand." Though, he looks at the pot and nods, a smile returning to his face. "Oh, yes. When I heard about spicy food, I was amazed. The purposeful ingestion of neurotoxins for the sake of flavour? Amazing." He pours some onto a paper plate for himself.

    Listening close to Mizuki as she rambles on, that tightness at the corners of his mouth returns. He was so hoping to avoid the topic, but it seems that curiosity is a recurring trait in Elites. "Without intervention, this world will struggle to support life. I am that intervention," he says simply.

Allyn (307) has posed:
Allyn ponders the question he is given, "Yes, I can take other forms and usually do, but I prefer this one over them all. It mainly depends on what is needed at the time." he thumps his tail a little, "There are some limitations, yes. I can't seem to change forms into anything most would consider 'magical' creatures. So I can't turn into a dragon, at least as of yet I have not been able to."

He ponders somemore, "So I guess right now my limitations are that my forms i change into are natural creatures. I can change size though of the form and I can even change the shape of body parts as well, like I could shift me some wings in this form and be a winged wolf if I wanted to, but I'd probably still be too heavy for them to function for flight. I usually just change forms when the situation calls for it, though."

Mizuki (183) has posed:
    "Well." Mizuki continues to stir her cup of tea, eventually taking a finishing sip and gently dropping the cup and saucer into the rift from before. "That certainly explains the poignant atmosphere." She allows for several moments of quiet, and her eyes meander across the heavens, connecting the dots on the roof of the world in parallel with the rest of her thoughts. "I have something of a celestial 'genre savvy', you see. It allows me to 'feel' when something is off in worlds like this one, so I had an inkling that something was wrong. I knew not what, but I knew enough to pursue the topic."

    She turns to him more fully now. "You know. I'll save the questions that pertain to 'why' the world is in the state that it is for later, but I would like to say: I represent an organization called 'The Union'. Several of your other visitors come from there as well." She gestures in Blurr's direction, and in Tomoe's. "If you are willing to be a bit more... forthcoming, shall we say, with information regarding your world, we may yet be able to lighten your load. Also, we may provide you with the opportunity to spread your altruism to other people in far off lands." She tries her best to conjure an inviting smile. "Again, I would never seek to pressure you. Just something to consider. You seem like you might be a good fit, given your apparent goals."

Eryl Fairfax has posed:
    Eryl listens closely to Allyn's explanation on his shapeshifting capabilities. "That is quite amazing. And the energy needed for such a change just... doesn't matter. Magic is incredible..." He rubs his chin and considers the limitations. "But you say you cannot become a 'magical' creature. You used dragons as an example. But what if you could become a lizard who creates flammable gas via digestion, stored it and breathed it out, scraping your teeth together to ignite it? Such a creature would be totally natural, no?"

    Looking over at Mizuki, he smiles and bows his head. "I am aware of the Union, and do wish to offer aid should I be avaliable. And while I would appreciate the offer of aid in my mission... I feel I would have to turn it down. It is my responsibility, and I am nearly done anyway. I would hate to pull people away from their own schedules."

Allyn (307) has posed:
Allyn tilts his head at Eryl and ponders that question now, "I suppose I could do something like that. I do have a serpent formt hat I change into sometimes and when in it, I can spit venom. I think your suggestion would be possible, then." that has him thinking a lot on the subject though. "I've never run across such a lizard before though, so I would need to see it and learn about it a little bit, before I could become one and learn how I would use such a thing."

"But yes, that would be natural and I've learned in my time in these different worlds that what I am used to as natural, isn't the only kind of natural thing. I've been to a few places and have seen a number of interesting creatures that I'd have considered magical before actually having seen them." his ears perk up on his head, "I don't really consider myself or what I do magical, you see where I came from, anything deemed 'magic' was deemed bad and hated and anyone different were hunted down and killed whenever found or rumored." he sighs

"Then on the other hand you have me, who's not aligned with a side, but I suppose you could say I lean more towards the Union, than anything else." he looks towards Mizuki, "Though that might be because it is where most of my friends, or those I consider my pack belong."

Mizuki (183) has posed:
    "If ever you should change your mind, then." Mizuki bows to Eryl, still smiling. "But until then I shall trust your judgment. And on that note..." Mizuki stands, brushing off the edges of her dress and giving Eryl a second, smaller curtsey. "I should make my way home. I have a number of things to ruminate on before the night is out. You understand, I'm sure, but nevertheless, thank you for your worldly hospitality~." She flashes her final grin of the night, and slices open that same rift once more as well. Only this time, she is the one to step through it rather than another of her objects. Before she passes through, though, she regards the group with a pleasant wave of her hand, and a final bow of her head.

    And then she's gone. Just like that. Departed to monologue another day.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr's avatar frowns at Eryl's reply. What does he mean they didn't understand it? There's not even a single inkling, not even a theory as to what caused it? "I know you said they didn't understand it, but I mean what did it look like? Was it hot? Cold? I mean did a bunch of people just--suddenly drop dead? Did they notice anything unusual? I mean someone's got to have some kind of theory or something on what happened."

    When Allyn starts talking about being a shapeshifter who can change into any natural creature and spit venom, that seems to pique his interest. Wasn't there some kind of shape-shifting venom-spitter on the scene when Megatron and the Nemesis showed up at the Exoforest? At least there'd been something like that on the ship's sensor arrays. "Oh, were you at the Exoforest when the Nemesis showed up a while back? The flight records have something similar on file."

Tomoe has posed:
Tomoe is now looking at the other and humms.

"My world is ,... a strange one half of it mundane half of it is a living dream when you get down to it. A man made one at that actually. I'm kinda caught between really to be honest."

It felt ofd saying that to people she didn't know so well however. Still she seems glad she did say it.

"I'd never force someone to pick a side in this to be honest."

Eryl Fairfax has posed:
    Eryl nods to Allyn, having considered everything he had said. So, if a creatre can accomplish things via a scientific manner he can become it, but only if such a creature exists as he has seen it. Good to know. "Well, there is a whole Multiverse out there, perhaps such a creature does exist. Or, perhaps because I thought of it, it now exists." He chuckles and tries some of his chilli. "Oohh! So this is spiciness!" Clearing his throat, he says, "And I am familiar with the other organizations. The Union I found most agreeable."

    He smiles and waves to Mizuki as she departs, before looking at Blurr, frowning a little. "I am afraid that any survivors choose not to tell their descendants. Salvaged records do not mention anything about what happened. And of course, there are theories. The world-destroying serpant that I mentioned is one. My sponsors have considered this, and they kept arriving at either a spontenous war with powerful, non-nuclear weaponry, or an alien invasion." He shudders a little. "But, right now, they focus mainly on the now, rather than what happened before."

    He then looks at Tomoe, frowning at the idea of a man-made dream. "A dream? So you are sleeping right now?" He seems a little baffled at that, rubbing his chin. "So, this that I am talking to is some kind of avatar? That's amazing..."

Allyn (307) has posed:
Allyn can't help it, since he can't chuckle as an animal he shifts to his human form and then lets out a chuckle, "Oh, I am sure there is somewhere that such a creature exists. As you said, I'd just need to find somewhere that they do." he ponders, "Kind of like there are insects that somehow can produce fire because of things inside them. Though most of those are too small to hurt someone, well other than leaving a blister or something." he shrugs.

He then blinks and nods to Blurr, "Yes, I was there. I am sorry if I got in the way, but I felt that a creature was in danger and I do what I can to protect nature. Though I suppose it was that one creatures fault that it was put into danger.."

Blurr has posed:
    "So what are you and yours trying to do? Are you trying to help rebuild your civilization, then? How long has it been?" Blurr wonders.

    "Oh, don't worry about it. It uh...wasn't the Chaosteros' fault, it was mostly Megatron's fault." Of course it was Megatron's fault. It always is. "Probably would've been better for you to have stayed out of that one, though. For your own sake."

Tomoe has posed:
Tomoe nods to teh new arrival before going on.

"A virtual reality game was made some years ago, no need even for a jack or any implants but it was a trap a mad man intending to have a living populated world... and if you died? The head sets hardware would fry you. If you tried to remove it it would fry you. Two years in death game and I can't seem to escape it, I feel more real like this than I do with my real body."

Eryl Fairfax has posed:
    Eryl listens to the talk between Blurr and Allyn, mentally filing it away. Clearly there is a lot of history out there he will need to brush up on. Looking to Blurr, he nods. "I was designed to be able to survive the wastes, find settlements and help them function better. Renourish the soil, teach them to farm and to defend themselves. I have been doing this for..." He pauses and quickly calculates it. "108 years, 4 months, 1 week, 3 days, 19 hours, 17 minutes." He looks over at Tomoe and gives a sad frown. "I am sorry to hear Miss Tomoe. If I can ever assist yo in escaping, please let me know.

    He forces a smile to his face, implants suppressing melatonin to allow him to seem fresh and awake. "But anyway, this was not meant to be about me. Please, help yourselves to refreshment, and let us speak of happier things."

Allyn (307) has posed:
Allyn nods as he listens to Eryl, "Yeah, I am sure we could come up with some happier things to talk about." he pops one of the raw chunks of meat into his mouth and chews it.

He then nods to Blurr again, "You're probably right, but Beel whats his name was there too and incited things." he chuckles a little though, "Though I suppose I'm known for being right in the middle if there's trouble and usually wherever he is I may be there, just because he hit me with one of those sticks that make a loud noise and then there is pain." he ponders, "What do people call them? guns or something?"