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5303/Frozen technology

2017-08-24T00:30:29Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/06/10
|Location=Earth-199999
|Synopsis=Sokka and Ferham meet and get some ice cream, before discussing Ferham's future a bit.
|Cast of Characters=1076, 516
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka was lounging at the ice cream place, leaning back. huh, last time he was here he had been with Eve. In retrospect, he was beginning to notice he was somehow managing to get a full plethora of kids he's taking care of. Well, this one was a robot,right? Surely he wouldn't end up being HER big brother figure too, right? ... Yeah. He was tapping on his computer, humming softly as he worked, studying for his up coming exam as he waited for the strange girl. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      After being given an invitation, Sokka wouldn't be left waiting too long. There is a shadow flitting over head, followed by a rush of wind--though not from the beating of wings or some kind of thrust from a turbine, it's more subtle, that of a body displacing the space just nearby and casting a quick but gentle wind.      Ferham lands several feet away from Sokka, her heeled boots clicking against the ground--long and wide metallic wings swivel back behind the impressively tall--and notably feminine figure, a few metallic clunking noises as they locked into place behind her.      "You're Sokka, correct? I'm Ferham," the H in her name was noticably silent, though she'd excuse Sokka for mishearing or misreading it earlier. She was 6'5" and rather intimidatingly figured, metal married to female curves. She took a few steps toward where he was sitting and offered a black gloved hand that was ribbed and taloned like a bird of prey's.      "Hello there." 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka starred for a long, long while. Blink blink. Wow. she... "You look AWESOME!" He said before taking her hand and shaking it. "So, ice cream is on me, order whatever you like. And tell me about yourself. Never met one of you guys before. Heck, back in my world, we're stiill figuring out steam power. Though we've begun to take in a bit of electrical power with the fire benders." He leaned back, motioning her to sit and to the menu. "Oh, right. So, I'm sokka, paladin, southern water tribe. Toph's boy friend, helped the Avatar on his journey to, well, save the world. No special powers or anything, so try not to be too disappointed. I'm just a guy with a sword." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "You flatter me, I appreciate the offer of refreshments and meeting someone new, as well," Ferham would be gentle if he accepted the handshake, the black glove feeling like something between leather and polymer, if was familiar with the latter. Her green eyes made contact with his before she drew back, moving to sit down in the chair. Thankfully, her construction and armor was light-weight titanium, so the poor chair wouldn't be too stressed.      "Charmed--as for me, I have a bit of a... rocky history," she took a menu herself, briefly scanning over it--raspberry and vanilla would be lovely, but there was also something there with chocolate and a piece of fruit, hrm...      "I'm a former confederate, I don't have any affiliation right now, most of my friends were in the league previously," she looked back at him. "And why would I be disappointed? I had wondered what the tech level of your world was, however--your hairstyle reminds me of the Inuit tribe from my world," she nodded. 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka nodded. "Well, we have a lot of steam powered stuff. Fire benders and all, make it pretty efficient. Though we use a lot of bender things, too. Non-bender tech has been becoming more common, but it's still fairly rare and inefficient comparatively. But with it, anyone can use it." He glanced to the menu and... banana split for him. "Well, we were a tribe. Lived on the south pole. And the whole confederate thing is cool. Met a few of you guys who were still good. Like Jinx. And I wasn't around for much of the league versus confederate stuff, so never got really into the whole 'you're my enemy for life' junk." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Right, I am aware of the power of the earth and metal benders," Ferham nodded, her expression sober. Seems she's seen the powers of such first hand.      "Toph, ah yes--I am familiar with the name," she makes it sound like she's heard of Toph, since she's famous--she carefully omits the fact she's come into conflict and confrontation on more than one occasion.      "I'll have what you're having," she nodded, before folding the menu and placing it back down.      "You ran into Jinx--? Oh my, I have been wondering where she went," she seemed surprised, and also fainly pleased, which is perhaps amusing, given how crazy and mercurial the magitech-wielding bandit could be.      "Err, well, moreso the Union versus the Confederacy, but they're both gone now," she shakes her head, with just a hint of wistfulness. 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka nodded. "Yeah, ran into her a few times. Actually helped her and Toph sort out some of their problems. She's a good kid, all in all. Bit of a wild side, but hey, Toph has that too. In the right time and place, they probably would have been best friends. And besides, she seemed kinda lonely." He nodded. "Ah, right. Union. I was with them, I think. Ended up joining the paladins soon after I got here, though. Everything got all shaken up." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, she's adorable--a little crazy of course, however," Ferham smiles, giving him another bit of eye contact. This was important for human interaction, after all. "Yes, the... sundering, I've heard some peasants from remote, rural villages refer to it as? It was traumatic," she leaned back on the chair, crossing one leg over the other in a ladylike manner.      "Paladins? I have heard of them, also the watch and Concord, I haven't exactly found a group that suits or interests me, yet," she shakes her head. "It is however nice to have some new friends," she smiled. 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka nodded and gave a shrug. "Yeah. Our world got off relatively light, all things considered. It was pretty awful when it happened, though. I was stuck in this world, couldn't get home for weeks. Was really happy to find out my family was okay," he mumbled. "so, decide what you want?" He then nodded. "Well, Paladins can be pretty good, if you wanna help people and like following the law. Bit up tight at times and I'm pretty sure I'll get kicked out eventually. But, you never know. They just wanna help people, and that's good." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "A banana split, I believe? What you were having," Ferham replied, nodding her head. Clearly Sokka hadn't caught her comment before, as her presence distracted him. Or at least that's what she fancies to think. She kept smiling at him, undaunted.      "You don't think you're long for the organization? Well, they seem in concept a little too close to the maverick hunters from my own world, I was not exactly a fan of them," she shook her head. Her speech seemed a little clinical at times still, but also as if she had picked up a fair amount of human turns of phrase and mannerisms. 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka nodded. Seems he didn't notice. "Okay, two banana splits, then." hadn't ordered his yet, he was nice. He gave her a smile. "Yeah, they're a bit... well, firm with the rules. But they haven't enforced any rules that I feel are wrong yet. The moment they do... well, that'll be an interesting time," he said with a shrug. "I joined to help people, and that's what I can do here. Besides, I'm used to this stuff. People usually have rules and laws for a reason. Usually." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Thank you," she didn't mind having the male take care of the bill for her either, really. She seemed to enjoy the social interaction and meeting a new friend.      "I... admit I might not be the best with rules of that nature, or at least, strict monitoring of that sort," She placed a hand over her front, gesturing to herself. "Lets just say the confederacy allowed a great amount of freedom and leniency towards our personal conduct," she smiled again, a bit hesitantly.      "If we were to engage in illegal activities, well... they didn't make it their business, you know?" she nodded her head slowly. "The food sounds like it will be lovely, by the way." 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka nodded. "Well, I can understand that. Not having oversight can be useful. All the trouble we had during the war was usually caused by people trying to watch over us and control us." He paused. "Though, that was a different time. Now we're not fighting a war, we're trying to stop a war from even occuring. To keep people safe, not make them safe. Different rules for times like that." Their ice cream arrived a moment later. Quick service! He laughed. "Yeah, I can understand that, sometimes the laws have to be broken for the greater good. Still those who try to break it for their own good. Those people... are the ones I can't stand." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Yes, so as you can see, I don't have a lot of... great history with groups tasked to go and... hunt others down, that sort of thing," Ferham shook her head. "Times that are passed now, and I'm sure you're not like that," then icecream arrived. The introduction of it causes her features to light up even despite her synthetic nature.      "Ooh, icecream!" she even chirps, before a spoon is taken and she gets into that stuff. Her red lipstick-clad lips are soon busy with the strawberry, chocolate and vanilla scoops and the whipped cream.      "My apologies, it's driving my sense of taste crazy," she manages between a snapping of cold frosty sweetness, but she leaves the fruit added to the dish for last. Rather than take it by the spoon in pieces, she actually tweezes it out of the dish with her gloved hand and fits the banana right into her mouth.      "Mm... so delicious," she doesn't seem to realize her own gluttony, of course. 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka shrugged, laughing. "Nah, I've eaten with worse. And trust me, if anyone can appreciate a good meal, it's me." Judging by the few pounds he's put on, he's been enjoying more than a few. He then nodded. "Yeah. I'm only one to hunt those who are... well, actually dangerously. You know how it is." He shrugged and took another bite. "Met some pretty crazy people out there with powers. And not everyone uses them responsibly." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham likely didn't even realize what she was doing of course... OR DID SHE. Either way, she seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed the frozen delight. As she finished, she used a napkin to help clean herself off--jeez, she'd gotten it everywhere--and she has to take a second to clear it off, taking part of her lipstick with it, whoops. Mental note to reapply that later.      "This is true, I tend to discourage needless or cruel acts of violence myself, on humans and non-human sentients," she took a deep breath, apparently getting past the bothersome memories she had of the maverick hunters.      "It's good to hear you're not too overzealous in your work," she managed a smile again. 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka shrugged. "Met a few people who were over zealous in things like that. Made me wanna slam my fist into their faces." He said with a shrug. "Frankly, you can't hunt people like animals and stuff like that, just doesn't work. People are people, you gotta treat them as such." He didn't seem to notice her display at all, until... He reached out with a napkin and dabbed her cheek. "You missed some, kiddo." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I suppose law enforcement could be a good change of pace, hrm..." Ferham shrugged, then looked over at Sokka. "If you like it there, anyway--I might look into it," a robot law enforcement officer? Clearly there is a joke here somewhere, but lets not go for the low-hanging fruit. She's got way better lips than Peter Weller, anyway.      "I'd rather not treat individuals cruelly anyway, I just wonder if I could stand being in such a group, I... well, you remember what I said before about illegal activities?" she grinned a little, tilting her head this way and that. "I engaged in a bit of thievery in my time in the confederacy, and such things. However I've never resorted to murder or the like, before, I'd rather not," she nodded. 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka nodded. "Well, you can help a lot of people, that's the important thing. And heh, breaking the law?" He just smirked. "I've been breaking the law since I was fifteen. That's the thing about fighting a war. When you're in their country, you're a criminal. We lied, tricked and scammed... for the greater good. That's the important thing. Doing it for others, not yourself. You can giv it a shot, then if it doesn't work... just go." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I mean more... well, sort of also being a bit of a catburglar, it was a bit fun, but that was in the past," she set the dish down and the spoon, the ice cream having vanished into the robot woman's seemingly endless gullet. Likely the sugar will be put to good use in some conversion process into energy.      "I fear I've kept you too long, however--I will think over the paladins, for right now, however, you have yourself a good evening, alright?" and then, almost out of habit--she leaned over and would give him a peck on the--well, not quite the cheek, more like forehead. It'd probably leave a faint lipstick mark there, unless he pulled back from her, that is.      "It was lovely meeting you, all the same," she gave him a little wave, her wings extending behind her as she began to float upwards. 

:'''{{#var:1076|Sokka (1076)}} has posed:''' Sokka blinked a few times. "Huh? Oh, nice meeting you too, Ferham. Maybe we can work together sometime," he said with a smile. Odd, usually he was doing the kiss on the forehead thing. Oh well. She seemed nice. A bit lost, though. Maybe the paladins would do her good. 
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5323/Just a day at the beach... With Gaige

2017-08-10T12:08:30Z

NinjaKitty: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2017/06/20 |Location=Beach City <BC> |Synopsis=Gaige and Ferham go to beach city and meet Steven Universe! Things get OFF THE HOOK! And Gaige cause..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/06/20
|Location=Beach City <BC>
|Synopsis=Gaige and Ferham go to beach city and meet Steven Universe! Things get OFF THE HOOK! And Gaige causes more property damage, which Josuke fixes.
|Cast of Characters=1112, 516, 1023, 1119
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige had the biggest grin on her face, panting with exertion as she laid on top of the building by the beach. The flaming wreckage of the speed boat she'd stol-- borrowed in pieces. And on fire. Hence the flaming part. Scattered across the beach. She was wearing a one piece, tanning lotion besides her, resting on the building. Ferham was probably getting yelled at by the mayor by now. Cause like... if they were smart, they WEREN'T yelling at Gaige. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      15 minutes ago.      Ferham had laid down on the beach with Gaige in a red swimsuit, with beach towels laid out, a cooler full of water, juice and soda and had brought along amenities like suntan lotion, aloe vera, the works--and had laid down to have a bit of a siesta during this (rare) quiet outing with Gaige.      The next thing she knew, Gaige was yelling and screaming at folks after stealing a speedboat she'd stolen after heading out into the beach herself, and she'd shot awake. But it was like... a dream for humans, where they have to throw a punch at something, but their arms and legs turn to jell-o, and everything begins to happen in slow motion and all you could do... was watch.      "GAAAAAIGE!"      She had packed up everything satchel style in the two beachtowels, and was now /running down the beach after the speedboat, since clearly they were not going to be left alone after /this/. 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:''' &r&rSteven Universe appears running along the beach from behind a bluff face near the water, a small fire extinguisher in hand. About halfway between the bluff and the flaming wreck, he trips over his own flipflop and almost faceplants on the ground before a pink forcefield springs up around him, rolling a few more feet before coming to a stop. The field then pops like soap bubble, and he runs the rest of the way, panting.&r&r 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige glanced up and then smiled. "HEY! Ferham, what took you so long!" she yelled, grinning wide and waving. Ohhh, she had a crowd. Oh, some of them looked piiiiissed. "Oh, don't worry, they probably had insurance or something," she yelled, waving a hand and... "This has been another BAD ASS stunt by GAIGE! The Mechromancer, the most BAD ASS vault hunter in all the multiverse!" She lifted an index finger to the sky as fire works went off behind her. WHEN DID SHE HAVE TIME TO SET THAT UP?! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham, in mid run is able to 'flash' her undersuit and armor back on--now appearing in her usual state. She does this only as her wings flare out and she ascends into the air--flying toward the flaming wreckage even as she focuses a cone of super-cooled air and water directly down onto it--trying to hose off the fire with ice and cold. She seemed like she was there to help--which was likely good for the poor people and the marine life on the beach. She would freeze the area around it so engine oil or fuel couldn't leak out into the water or catch fire, as well.      "There... I think it's okay now," she still held the sack of beachtowels and supplies over her shoulder--her eyes wide as she quickly turns her head to GLARE at Gaige's direction! 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:'''     Steven stops as the girl who was also running summons power armor, turns into a jet and freezes the burning wreckage...? Stunned for a moment, he drops the fire extinguisher and stares, then starts clapping!     "That's amazing!" 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige glanced over and... "Dude, Gaige! That was awesome! Should I start some mroe fires so you can put them-- oh. Eep." That was a biiiiig glare. She kinda huddled down behind the edge of the roof. "I, err... eh heh... I'm sorry I woke you up?" she tried, giving a nervous chuckle. Oh, that was a reallllly pissed off looking Ferham. And hey, even if Gaige was a brat, she didn't like pissing off her friends. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham took extra special care to douse the fire and make sure there would be no danger to either the people or the animals around the wreckage--before she turned her attention toward Gaige. She began at first to admonish her--but then realized something... she could make this a bit easier if she handled it a bit more subtly. Flying over to the roof, Ferham would more or less grab Gaige by the scruff of her clothes and begin to lower her down off the top of the building, planting her on the ground for now, like she was there to 'apprehend her'.      "So, what do you have to say for yourself?" 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:'''     "So, umm, hi! Is everyone okay?" He looks far more concerned than one might expect, and not at all angry. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige squeaked and then stared up at Ferham. She grumbled out of the corner of her mouth. "I put on the stupid dress and drank the dirty water..." she grumbled. There were still fragments of the dress on her body. "I just, you know. I guess I'm... sorry?" she said, with a shrug. And yeah, everyone's fine. I didn't HIT anyone with it, none of these people are like, bandits or shit." Such a potty mouth. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "We're fine, I was just putting out the fire and making sure no one was hurt--and making sure this one didn't run off," she glared down at Gaige still, but turned to Steven as he put her down.      "I'm sorry for the mess, nobody seems to have been hurt, so things seem to be alright... except for the poor person who owned that boat," she looked back at Gaige.      "This isn't Pandora, you can't do things like that, you realize," she gave Gaige a nudge. Either way, she had let Gaige down and didn't seem to have a desire to let authorities take her. 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:'''     "No, I mean, I think that's my dad's boat, and there was a crash or a fire, and I was worried that... Never mind. Ummm, hi, I'm Steven. It's nice to meet you!"     Steven offers a hand to shake, seemingly unfazed by the damaged boat. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige sighed, shrugging. "Ugh. Fine! I'm sorry, okay? Won't happen again! But seriously, it had the keys in it! How was I supposed to ignore that?" Then glanced down to Steven and... reached out a fist. "Hey there lil guy. Name's Gaige, most bad ass Vault Hunter in the multiverse. I'm sure you've heard of me. That's your dads boat? Totally a sick ride. I got like, ten feet of air on that thing. Was totally OFF! THE! HOOK!" Then urked and glanced to Ferham. "Which was bad and I will not do it again. R-right?" she said nervously. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I'm Ferham, from Giga City--I don't have a family name, and yes, this is my friend... Gaige, are you sure you're not going to call the authorities on us? I didn't expect my friend here would cause such... chaos and destruction," she reached over and shook Gaige a little by the shoulders, gently.      "Next time you want to ride a speedboat, ask me about helping rent one--and no crashing it and nearly getting people hurt, you understand? Other worlds have different laws and customs than Pandora's," she looked back to Steven.      "She has some difficulty understanding the customs of other worlds, you see," she sighed. 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:'''     Steven chuckles mirthfully. "Oh no, the people here are used to some wackiness, but try not to break the city or hurt anyone. They still talk about the redeye that broke a buncha stuff. But I mean, that wasn't our fault and everyone knows that. Anyway... Did you just turn into a giant robot then a jet? Because that is so cool!" 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige nods. "Oh yeah, Ferham is awesome like that! I'll try not to break anything. OR borrow any more boats, I guess," she muttered grudgingly. She then held out a hand. "Oh? You like her, well, you'll -love- this." And then summoned death trap. PEOPLE RAN! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Least not here, anyway--if you wanted to screw around and steal things and blow them up there are probably better places for that--better places than a peaceful and relatively safe world with civilians and innocent creatures around," She shook Gaige again a bit. "I don't like seeing people hurt," and then, Deathtrap came out.      "Damnit--Gaige, was it really necessary to summon him?!" she turned aside to Steven. "Again, I apologize for my friend, she's... exciteable," she sighed again, shoulders slumping. She looked up to Steven again.      "I have wings--on my armor, what I did was flash my armor on, since I was not in it when this whole thing started," she explained. 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:'''     Steven looks up and up at the mecha, actual stars in his eyes. "Maaan, that's as cool as when Pearl and Peridot made giant robots and got into this big fight, but yours looks... more dangerous. Why is the world so cruel that giant robots have to fight?"     The melodrama is strong with this one! He looks genuinely anguished for a few seconds, watery eyes and everything, but then recovers. "So, you make machines?" 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige blinked a few times. "Y-yeah. Giant... robots have to fight. Eh... heh heh." And patted him on the head. Then shrugged, and picked him up, hug time! "Aw, screw it! You know what? You're adorable you lil tiny squishy buddy!" she said with a big grin, giving him big squeeze and hug, then chuckled. "Yeah, world sucks sometimes, but what can you do? So, I think might be best if we uhhh, canceled the whole visit to my world, kiddo." Yeahhhhh. She didn't think he could handle watching bandits getting pulped. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' That seems like a good place to start, Josuke realizes. People are running away, so whatever is happening that they're running away from is probably the source of the problem. And it's pretty hard to miss the giant legless robot supporting itself with hands on long arms instead of legs. So instead of running AWAY, he runs in that general direction! It'll eventually take him to the boardwalk, where the conversation is going on. He pauses, as Gaige apparently hugs someone? Blinks. "Uh... was there a broken boat around here?" It's the young fella's voice from the radio, who offered to fix the boat. He sounds like a teenager, and looks (mostly) Japanese. But he's built pretty big, particularly in the upper body. And his hair's done up in a smart-looking pompadour! He's wearing a dark-colored school uniform with loose pants. The lapels are open and pinned with large gold pins. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham looks down at the ground for a moment with a sigh.      "I don't know, humans make robots, and then sometimes we fight, I can't tell you," clearly Steven has accidentally stumbled on a bit of a sore spot for Ferham, not that she seems angry or upset at him about it, just melancholy for a moment.      She folded her arms in front of her as she watched Gaige hug Steven, if she was trying to be cute to butter Fer up, well--she wasn't going to admit if it was working or not.      "Hello there, stranger," she'd say to Josuke, looking up at him up and down, before offering a gloved, bird-like clawed hand to him for a shake.      "I'm Ferham, and this is my... partner Gaige," she motioned towards the redhead. 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:'''     Steven looks for a moment like he recognized something important in what Ferham said and empathizes, but is easily distracted by new people. He turns and waves hello with a smile.     "Hey there!" He offers a hand to shake as well, very adult. "I'm Steven, and you look so! Awesome!" 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke isn't going to comment on the tail end of a conversation he wasn't privy to the beginning of. That would be rude. He does however, offer a reassuring smile to Ferham when she seems upset about something. And he returns the handshake. He has big hands for a kid his age, and his handshake is firm. Nowhere near enough to hurt Ferham, though. "Good to meet you!" he offers. "My name's Josuke Higashikata!" The smile is broad and friendly. He also nods to Gaige. "Hi there again!" he offers. So it seems that they've met, apparently. "<Great> to see you again. Wish it'd have been under better circumstances though. But I'm glad you're okay, anyway." Steven's handshake is also returned, with the same parameters as Ferham's was -- big hands, firm handshake but not enough to be painful. The compliment gets a broad grin, and a slightly sheepish chuckle. "Heh... thank you," he offers humbly, bowing his be-pompadour'd head slightly. "Good to meet you, Steven." He figures Steven probably heard his name. Probably rather needlessly, he offers, "I was the one who offered to fix the boat." He doesn't seem to have brought any tools with him, though... 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham returns the handshake to Josuke, smiling a little and nodding her head in return to his smile and greeting. "A Gentleman, huh? I don't meed a lot of those out here," Ferham is not doing this to mess with Gaige and make her jealous of this new friend of hers... probably.      "So what are you two boys doing out here this late in the evening?" she asks with casual curiosity, apparently having relaxed a bit more now that she's sent Gaige off to see about the wreckage with her torso-bot, there. 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:'''     "Well, I was watching the ocean and playing on my guitar before I saw the fire. My house is just over that way, around the hill." He points at the bluff, which from this angle one can just see a big stone hand palm up in the air with a washer and dryer resting on it, about 30 feet in the air. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke smiles at the mention of him being a gentleman. "Well... honestly, if Mom heard I acted like a delinquent, she'd MURDER me," he notes. "So I guess you'd say she raised me right." As for what he's doing out here? "I was listening to the radio and heard that uh, someone broke a boat and caused some trouble." He's trying to be polite. "I can fix things, so when I heard that it belonged to someone that was listening, I offered to come and fix it." He also turns to look as Steven points in the direction of his... 'house'? Josuke blinks. "That's... a house?" he asks. "It looks like a hand from a statue or something." He doesn't sound condescending or rude, just curious and more than a little confused. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It's true, my friend has a strange concept of personal property laws," Ferham shook her head, meaning Gaige, as she looked back down the beach at her--responding to Josuke. Her attention is drawn to Steven's strangely shaped house, as well. "Likely some kind of architectural avant-garde style," she didn't seem to be too concerned about it. She'd seen weirder things that creatures lived in, after all.      "I take it this made quite a mess, I wasn't intending on making such a scene when I came here with her, I was just trying to have a quiet afternoon, relaxing--trying to show her how human culture works from other worlds," she sighs. "I think my efforts might need some... escalation, I'm afraid." 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:''' "Oh, no, that's part of the temple. The house is in front of the temple, the Gems built it there when Dad agreed to let them help raise me." He seems so bright and happy talking about his family.     "Dad's boat is over there." He points to where Gaige is just finished collecting the broken parts to the scorched main hull. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige sighed and rolled her eyes. "Ughhhhh. Ferham, I swear. It's like your my mom or something. Between you and Mad Moxxie it's like you guys don't want me to have any fun. 'Gaige, don't play with grenades', 'Gaige, don't eat stuff off the floor', 'gaige, wear a pretty sun dress', 'Gaige, don't pick your nose'. I mean, come on. It's like you want my life to be BORING. You know what? I did the boring thing. You know what it got me? Living on Pandora!" she snapped. Then glanced to the kid and... "Oh, that reminds me. Steven, I got you a gift for when I came to your world!" And then... gave him a gun. A pistol. It had blue shiny, sparkly bits. "It shoots acid!" she said proudly. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke pouts a little bit, as Ferham notes Gaige's... eccentricities. "I've been to her world. It's... not friendly," he says. "Not to make excuses for her, but when the locals' idea of a 'greeting' is to turn you into Swiss cheese and then pick through the remains, I can kind of understand how people there would be... different." As for 'escalation'? Josuke chews his lip slightly, thinking about that. "You'd have to be careful... forcing things on her would make her resent you. She likes action, right? There must be some sort of relatively safe activity that thrill seekers would like doing that also doesn't allow for so much collateral damage. At the explanation from Steven, Josuke looks back to the floating hand, this time down on the ground where Steven said the house was. "Oh, okay! I see now!" He doesn't, not completely -- this whole 'Gems' business he's not too familiar wish aside from having heard some chatter on the radio. Gaige gets a sympathetic look. "That's what I mean," he says. "When just crossing a street can mean you end up with a couple hundred new vent-holes, typical things that people find 'relaxing' just won't do it. Like when you get addicted to pain pills -- you keep needing to take more and more to make the pain go away." However, he winces at the gift. To Steven, he cautions, "You uh. Might want to not point that at people too much." Though there is the problem of that broken boat! He heads over to the shattered sea craft, and starts looking it over thoughtfully. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "This area is quiet and easy going, located on the seaside here--that's why I thought it might be good for Gaige to get some exposure to a world that's different than her own, and not as dangerous, or hostile," Ferham nodded, gesturing to the surroundings of Beach City. "It's not that I don't want her to have fun, I knew of this place from before the sundering--I came here a few times with Peach," she apparently enjoyed their time here, too. Course, Fer had never been here on confed business either, she doesn't recall--not that she was one for a lot of bloodshed or property damage, as she'd said.      "Gaige," she remarks in a scolding tone when she starts waving her 'toys' around a bit too much. "You might scare someone, come now." 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:''' Steven accepts the gift with a serious expression. "Thank you, Gaige! I will take good care of it."     He makes a point to keep it pointed in a safe direction at all times. "And yeah, Beach city is great for relaxing, there's lots of fun things to do. And if any corrupted gems show up, you can help poof them if you like! 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige blinked a few times. Then a wide grin. "Wait, we can fight crap here? I'm TOTALLY in! Ferham, why didn't you say we could-- err... I mean... eh heh..." She adorably chewed on one of her finger tips. "I mean, err. Can we pleeeeeeease fight some of these corrupted thingies and blow them up? Or, well, shoot them a lot? since I'm not allowed to use explosives this week... ugh. such a drag..." she grumbled, kicking the sand. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' "Sundering?" Josuke's world unified after the Multiverse threw up on itself and everything got rearranged to get out of the path of the bile, so he's not privy to what happened to make the current Multiverse the way it is. He also notes, "Yeah, I can understand. But her idea of 'fun' is different from... a lot of other people's, so..." He does snicker a bit at Gaige's grumbling. It reminds him of when his mother grounds him. Which is... kind of funny, but also kind of perspective-shifting! But yes. BOAT! "<Crazy Diamond!>" he calls out, and a purple aura springs to life around him. And then a similarly colored purple 'splash' rises from his chest, backwards over his shoulders, coalescing into a pink figure with blue armor that has a definite heart motif. The figure floats a few inches above the ground rather than standing. And as soon as it appears, the figure... seems to start punching the broken fragments of boat, with a loud, ascending, "DORARARARA!" But rather than destroying the pieces further, an orange-gold aura surrounds the pieces, they start to float... and then knit back together! Standing people beware -- pieces of the boat that haven't been gathered will also fly from wherever they landed, to join to the whole. And if all goes as planned? In a few short moments, the boat will be in one piece again! 

:'''{{#var:1023|Steven Universe (1023)}} has posed:'''     "If any show up, yeah we can fight them. Just don't break the actual gems." He pulls up his shirt to expose a rosy pink quartz gem where one might expect a navel.     "Like mine. Their bodies poof if they get hurt enough, but if you break their gems I might not be able to heal them, and I really think I can. They're people, just... confused. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "If anyone was attacking it like that, he means--and a corrupted gem... I've not run into the like before with my experience with Gems," Ferham shrugs a little. She noticed the nail chewing and batted a gloved hand at her at that. "Gaige, that's very poor manners," she huffed, sounding like she was a little exasperated.      "And oh, alright--if any corrupted gems show up, you can help bubble them," she relents after a bit. Though it seems to take her a bit. It's like she's trying to figure out if Gaige has been 'good' enough lately to be using explosives.      "The sundering, it's the term most commonly used to describe the reformation of the multiverse--it might have been before you arrived, however. When Diamond appeared, she blinked a little, leaning back before regaining her footing.      "Ah, a stand user, I've met them before," she blinks, after tilting her head this way and that. She was impressed when the motorboat reformed, however.      "Thank you, that should help with any repercussions that we might have caused here, I appreciate it," she smiled, putting a hand on Josuke's shoulder and leaning closer while he was distracted--Mwah~ Yes, she just gave him a peck on the cheek for that. The allusions to Birds with her armor probably makes this even more amusing. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige blinked and then shrugged. Before glancing to the boat. "Hey, let's go for another ride, now that it's--" And then, likely prompted by a look from Ferham, shut her yap. "Sooo. Gems. Right. Don't break the gems, healable. Gotcha. I'll see what I can do, kiddo. Ferham, let's go get some tacos, okay?" Then... "OH MY GOSH!! Ferham, are you crushing on JOSUKE?! That's so cute!" OH MY GOSH GAIGE YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT! "Dude, she must really like you, I mean, she never even kisses ME on the cheek. Well, okay, not often at least." 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     Once Josuke is satisfied with his repair job, Crazy Diamond's figure seems to blur into energy again, and that energy is absorbed back into Josuke. His purple aura disappears, and he nods once, firmly. "There. Looks like it's fixed." He turns to look at Ferham as she explains the 'sundering'. He probably did show up after it, he figures. But then she says 'Stand-user'... and his eyes go wide. "Really?!" He sounds either excited or afraid, it's hard to tell. Maybe both! "Who? When?" Whatever the reason, it seems SUPER-IMPORTANT! Oh but then he ends up with a kiss on the cheek! Predictably he blushes, raising a hand to rub at the back of his head with a patently quite silly grin. "Ahaha... well, I didn't want his dad to have to buy a new boat, right? These things are super-expensive where I'm from." And he lives in a port town! He blinks at Gaige's mention of Ferham and her selective kisses on the cheek. "Really?" he asks. Aaaaand that just makes the blush get darker. Though he's still grinning that silly grin. He's a teenager, of course he's going to blush and silly-grin when a pretty lady kisses him on the cheek! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham leans back from Joesuke's cheek and blinks, giving him his personal space back as well. She had really just seemed like she wanted to thank him for his help, but now Gaige was making a scene out of it. Well, when /didn't/ Gaige make a scene out of something was a better question. Ferham felt pretty silly having had to dwell a few moments on that question, before leaning back and rolling her eyes a bit.      "Gaaaige," she said, as if chastising her a bit, but didn't seem to stop her tirade, either. She stared a bit blanky ahead for a moment, as if she was stressed or frazzled, then looked back at Gaige and Josuke, nodding.      "Correct, I knew Linne K. Park, she was able to use that same power," she sits and sighs a little bit when Josuke reacts to Gaige talking about how often Fer kisses either of them, her arms crossed.      "I keep forgetting Gaige has no social filter..." she puts her head into her hand for a moment, the black gloved hand covering most of it, embarrassed. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige blinked and then chuckled. "Well, can't say I blame her. You're pretty cute, aside from like, the hair. But eh, the confidence with itt and stuff makes the hair kinda cool, so I don't know. Like a hammer, I guess. But yeah, you get her tiger. Like, totally. If you had a few bad ass robot parts, I'd probably be all over you myself." She gave him a wink, before... "You know what? i want tacos." AND THEN RAN OFF TOWARDS THE TACO STAND! BY THE BEACH! FERHAM STOP HER! 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' On the bright side, Josuke doesn't seem to mind Gaige's bluntness. He doesn't look uncomfortable. Just sort of goofy. Though Ferham's giving her a name of a Stand user! He makes a note of it; Jotaro would probably want to know about her. He nods. "A lot of Stand-users have started popping up in Morioh lately, Jo... er, my nephew said." He doesn't mention that his nephew is almost thirty, though! Gaige's statement is so confusing! Is it a compliment? An insult? Josuke isn't quite sure, and he blinks at her, confused. He doesn't have time to get insulted though; suddenly she's sprinting away! "H-hey wai..." And then she's gone. He looks at Ferham. "Um... should we go after her...?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I believe they call it a pompadour," Ferham mentions casually in an aside to Gaige's comment about Josuke's hair. It was rather... well, fetching. "You'll have to excuse my friend here, she's a bit tactless and well, a bit of a robosexual," she folded her arms with a smirk as she looked at Gaige and Jo to watch their reactions.      And then Gaige runs off. Ferham doesn't immediately react or give chase, but she does look back at Josuke.      "We probably should, least before she hurts herself, I can tell you more on the way," she nodded. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige was just over there, by the stand and... Okay, INSIDE the stand, making it. "Yeah yeah. Relax, I'll pay!" THIS WAS NOT A MAKE YOUR OWN TACO STAND! But, um, crazy lady. With a nearby hovering death robot. Theyweregonnalethermakehertaco. Soon, she had a MEGA taco, sitting on the edge of the card, chewing on it. "Oh man this is so raaaad. Wait, is this real meat? Duuuuuude. I think this is ACTUAL meat! Like, not made of a human or skag or nothing! Actual meat! This place is AWESOME! Ferham, you got this, right?" 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke raises an eyebrow. "Robo...sexual?" He looks horribly confused. "Is that... even a thing?" he asks. Quickly he adds, raising his hands, "I mean! N-not that I'm judging. Just... I've never heard that before." But yes, going after Gaige is probably a good idea. So he heads over to the taco stand, likely following Ferham. Once they get over there, he does feel the need to apologize to the taco stand worker(s). "Ah... sorry about this," he offers. And to Ferham, when Gaige makes the mega taco, "I can contribute, if that's a lot. Though uh... It's all Japanese money..." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham is walking more or less calmly toward the taco stand along with Josuke as he balks at that, Ferham just sorta smiles and says nothing, shrugging.      "She wouldn't be the only one, to be fair," Ferham nodded, then looked toward what Gaige was doing.      "I don't think this one is self-service, Gaige," she said, matter of factly, though she did nothing to interfere for the moment, shaking her head and gesturing that it was okay to Josuke.      "No, I can help her handle it, I've been here before, the form of currency is familiar to me," she seemed to be glad that Gaige was enjoying it.      "Yes Gaige, real organic meat, from a bovine, if I'm not mistaken--not human or carrion, or mutant--these are the sorts of things you can have all the time as long as you don't steal things or cause too much violence," she pointed out. She'd assist Gaige with paying for and carrying the thing, too. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige shrugged, taking another bite, then belching. She wipes her mouth, puts it down and... "It just means I find robots and machine parts sexy, dunderhead," she teased. Before reaching out and gripping Ferham by the chin, pinching it slightly. Moving in reallllllly close. "Like adorable little Ferham here. All the cool, moving parts. The power core inside. The lasers. The weapons. The processing power. It's." Leaned in a little closer. "So." A littttttle closer. "Hot." Then... lets her go. "So, you should get a taco! They're awesome here!" she said proudly, before taking another bite of her mega taco. "Seriously, real meeeeeeat. But like, it's not like I'm into robots or nothing. Well, at least not non-sentient ones. The reploids seem pretty hot, though. I'd totally turn one of them into a love slave. Sentient robots and stuff? totally the coolest." It was probably for the best that Steven was gone. "But like, to be honest? You gotta be really careful with that kinda stuff, you know? Love ain't somethin' yah can just mess with. Like, there's TOTALLY this super hot guy I really like. Wouldn't work, though. He's gay. Sucks for me, but he's totally going to make some guy the happiest like, evaaaaa! I mean, he's got a robot leg, a robot arm and a robot EYE! And he hunts dangerous monsters! Maybe I should scoop out one of my eyes and put a robot one in, what do you think, Ferham? Think a robot eye would make me even MORE bad ass? Or trying too hard?" 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke seems relieved when Ferham offers to cover the bill. Not because he's not wanting to help, but because converting from yen would be difficult here, he figures. At least the taco is handled, so there's that. And he confirms, "That's usually what they put in tacos, right? Beef? Unless it's like a chicken <quesadilla>." Butchered word, there. Josuke's English is pretty bad, his pseudo-Spanish is even worse! Gaige getting 'up close and personal' with Ferham? That gets a blush too! Though he watches the two of them, with wide eyes. Yes, he is the typical teenager, and realizing that a girl is attracted to another girl is... yeah, he thinks it's pretty hot, too. He is, however, polite enough not to actually say that. Also that is totally not a trace of a nosebleed... Instead he asks about something else. "Is real meat rare where you're from?" he asks. And then she's talking about the friend of hers. "That's a shame," he notes. Meaning, of course, that the guy isn't interested in Gaige. Though now he's a little confused, because she was being all lovey at Ferham, and Ferham's a girl, but now Gaige is talking about a man she likes... ...Gaige is very confusing! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham stopped moving entirely when Gaige pulled her in like that--her green eyes wide, even as she was pulled closer and closer--and then let go. She seemed a little frazzled by it afterward, as if she wasn't sure how to take that, or the mighty icequeen had been put on edge, somehow!      "W-Well," she straightened herself out and seemed to take a second to recompose herself. "I think a taco would be a good--" she was then silenced as Gaige went on, somehow she had reversed the teasing and toying that Fer had made an attempt to do and totally turned the tables on them.      "I... uh," she sorta stood there slack-jawed for a moment, staring, especially after hearing that last bit she said about what she'd turn a Reploid into. It was... distracting, to say the least.      "I... uhh... err," it would appear the cat has gotten her tongue... or was it the mechromancer?! she's still sorta catatonic over there. She just sorta peers over at Josuke who now has a nosebleed, blinking her green eyes a little.      "Err... Josuke, you're leaking." 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige glanced over to him. "Hmmmm?" And then held out a napkin. "Here, hon, think yah hit your nose. Where I'm from? Oh yeah. uness you're like, some rich guy you don't get real meat. It's either ground up people if you wanna get fancy, or the fake stuff. sometimes skagg meat. Honestly, never touched the people stuff. I mean, honestly? The whole thing is just creepy if you ask me. Ick." She then took another bite of her taco. "The whole 'Lil Stan's burgers' was the worst. 'There's a lil stan in ALL of us now!'" She shuddered. "Freaking cree-py." SEE?! This is why Ferham kept trying to drag her OUT of that world! "Ferham, you okay? You kinda look like you need a reboot. Oh, right, here!" And then back in the kitchen, to make more tacos! Yeah, they were gonna be awesome, but expensive. She smirked and held out the plates. "I made them with love! And meat. And other stuff. This white stuff? AWESOME!" 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' It takes Josuke a moment to register Ferham's words. Leaking? What? And then it dawns on him. He claps a hand over his nose, blushing. He accepts the napkin from Gaige. "Thank you," he says sheepishly, and sets to work clearing that up. How embarassing! "Sorry," he offers. Not going to explain that one; he's smart enough to realize that the attempt would just end up with his foot in his mouth. Though then plates are being held out and Josuke blinks, balling up the napkin and throwing it away. He's OK now! "Well, I've heard that the key to great tacos is to load them with stuff." Pause. "Which stuff do you mean?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham it seemed to would have to deal with the huge food bill that Gaige was gradually accruing over there, she was still sorta comatose looking after all that. She was completely out of her depth, it seemed, when Gaige was able to take her completely off-guard like that! She'd take the plate either way, slowly and mechanically reaching down to begin noshing on that food at that, but she still seemed like she was in need of a 'reboot' or the like.      "Maybe we should take the tacos... to go," she intoned weakly, likely the bill piling up and Fer and Josuke still stunned there, it was probably the best decision. She didn't even seem to notice Josuke throwing away the napkin which was now more or less crimson. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige nodded. "sure, got my tacos, let's go!" she said as she walked, chewing on it, letting Ferham pay. She then glanced back. "So, Josuke, right? Thanks for fixing the boat. Like, Ferham gets soooo up tight about that stuff, you know? I mean, it's just stuff! Like, who cares? They probably had insurance andd stuff. Not like I hurt anybody." She rolls her eyes. "Today has just been soooo stressful, you know? We woke up, she made me drink dirty water! Well, she called it tea. But that's what tea is! Then she made me wear a SUNDRESS! can you believe it?" Then smirked at him. Then... sashayed. "I look far, far better in this, don't I?" she asked seductively. Well, she was in a one piece bathing suit. It covered her at least, even if it was tight. Cause, you know... bathing suit. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     Josuke nods to Ferham's suggestion. "Probably a good idea," he seconds. At least he's getting a taco out of the deal, right? Though he'll probably end up helping Ferham out with the bill later, after currency conversion happens. For now, though, he heads away from the taco stand, apologizing once more to whoever's running it. "Sorry about that!" Though the mention of insurance gets a frown. "Well, maybe," he notes. "But insurance doesn't work like that in this world, I bet. You know how you said those corporations are trying to kill you? Insurance companies sometimes don't cover damage from certain things. And paying claimants means they have to part with some of that money. And most insurance companies don't like to do that. So they run the claimant through years of paperwork just to get reimbursement. Most of the time the claimants have to threaten to sue. So it's not really as easy as 'got insurance, get paid'." Josuke listens to the description of Gaige's day. "Depends on the tea, some is pretty good." A blink at the mention of a sundress. "That's a hard thing to picture," he admits. She doesn't seem like that type of girl. However, he cleverly avoids the question of where Gaige looked better. "I don't really have a basis for comparison, since I didn't see you in the dress," he points out. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige shudders. "Ugh, and you never will. I swear, between her and Moxxie they're all trying to... woman-fy me. It's horrible! I like being bad ass, kicking butt, taking names, slamming skulls into walls! You know what happens to people on Pandora who wear sundresses? NOTHING! Because they're DEAD!" She let out an exasperated groan. "Like, seriously! She's acting like -my mom-. Well, no. My mom was awesome. Before she... yeah. Other than that, like, she's soooo over dramatic. 'Gaige, oh my gosh you're bleeding everywhere!' Well, duh! I landed on a grenade made of spikes, of course there's a bit of blood! I swear!" 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' "I don't know... My mother's pretty 'woman...ified', and I heard my granfather say she slammed a guy's face into his own car door when he wouldn't leave her alone while she was walking home," Josuke muses. "He was all 'heeey, baybeee~' to Mom and she wasn't having it." He can't help but grin. "He wanted my grandfather to arrest her for it too, but he wouldn't. Totally deserved it." Though he does wince at the mention of landing on a spike grenade. "Well... people do that when they care about you, they panic when you get hurt." His expression goes a little melancholy here as he remembers how upset he was when he found his grandfather... 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I totally know what that's like! So like, just the other day this guy wouldn't take the hint. 'I WANNA WEAR YOUR NOSE AS A FIREWORK!' and stuff like that. So I made him swallow a grenade and BOOM! Went off like a fire work! Ah man, bandits are fun," she said with a laugh. "Bahhhhh. They worry too much. I'm like, rad enough to take care of myself. I mean, I'm on the run from the most powerful corporations in the universe, living on a planet that is pretty much death incarnate. And I'm THRIVING. So why they gotta worry about silly things like getting maimed a little bit or getting stabbed through the chest. Or shot a few dozen times." 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke blinks, confused. "...'Wear your nose as a firework'? Is... is that a euphemism for something?" At his age, Josuke's vocabulary for such things is... understandably not very extensive. Add the whole 'different worlds' thing to the mix and it's a surefire recipe for misunderstanding. Or just plain NOT understanding. But at the words of being rad enough to take care of herself, Josuke shakes his head. "Doesn't work like that," he explains. "It's... well, in my case it's not wanting to see someone in pain if I can do something about it. That's not just the people close to me, either." He thinks a moment, and the next words are spoken slowly, as if he's thinking how to say what he wants to say. "Pain hurts... and most people don't like seeing the people they care about hurting. So when... when you purposely do things that get you hurt, or act like it's no big deal... it hurts THEM, because they don't want to see you hurting, but they're helpless to prevent it. You see?" 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige shakes her head. "Oh, no. Psychos, man. They're always spouting things like that. 'I want my midget!' 'I wanna wear owl thumbs!' 'There's a skag in my skull!'" She then glanced over and then... to the side. "Yeah... well... if she didn't wanna see me in pain, she's a bit too late for that..." she muttered, before taking a bite of her taco. "She should just get lost if she can't handle it." Chew chew, crunch. Then... "Wait, what's laser tag? OH SWEET! We can shoot people with LASERS?! I got a laser gun right here!" She pulled out a... that couldn't be a real laser-- OH GOSH IT JUST TOOK OUT A SIGN IT'S REAL! 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Psychos? Josuke blinks. "That... sounds like some pretty psycho talk, yeah..." he agrees. Though he doesn't miss the looking away. Aha. That makes sense too. Then again, in a world like hers, it's hardly a surprise she's gone through something traumatic. But just as he's about to explain something... aw, jeez, she's shooting things with lasers! Quickly Josuke dashes over to fix the sign, then comes back. "No, no, no... not lasers like that," he explains hastily. "It's just a 'tag'. Like, uh... have you seen those tiny lasers they use to point things out? One of those. You run around trying to avoid the sensors on your suit getting 'tagged'. It's pretty safe." 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige hummed, rubbing her chin. Then nodded. "Ohhhh. So it's like the beam you see before a sniper shoots you, right? I know allll about those! I get shot all the time by them! I freaking HATE them. Let's do somethign else, okay? I am not in the mood to get shot right now." She crossed her arms. "I think if I got shot like, for real? Ferham would be mad. And I kinda promised her I'd at least TRY to behave." What? Just stealing a boat was behaving. For her. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke nods. "Yeah. Though there's no bullet after it," he assures her. "The laser itself is the 'tag'. You pretend to shoot someone, but you don't really do it." He pauses, thinking about that last one. "Well... she'd be scared too. And worried about you," he notes. "Some people get angry when they get scared or sad, because they can't control those feelings. And because they feel helpless to prevent what caused them in the first place. So... yeah, she'd be mad. But she'd be more scared and worried, I think." 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige shrugged. "What-ever! If I get hurt, it's my business. If I wanted people to like, worry about me? I wouldn't live in my own lil shack on that planet. I don't need nothin' from nobody. And I definitely don't need her to worry about me. Only reason I keep her around is cause she's a good assistant. And she works for free." She then glanced off again. "And she makes really good hot cocoa with the lil marshmallows I really like...." 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke frowns a bit at the words. "It's not really something people can help. If they care, they care." He pauses, thinking. And then smiles as Gaige mentions the hot chocolate. Maybe there's something there after all. Maybe she just doesn't want anyone to care? "Caring about other people isn't a bad thing," he says quietly. "Even if it's just a random stranger. That happened to me, you know. A random someone decided to help my mother. Without that guy, I... don't know if I'd be here now." 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige glanced over, then reached over. She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him in close. Her lips, mere centimeters from his. Her breath hot on his lips. "Do you know who I am?" she whispered. "I am Gaige." "The bounty on my head is large enough to buy a planet with. A full planet. Every building, every person, everything. I have a dozen or so bounty hunters come and try to kill me every day. The two most powerful corporations in the universe want my head. I live on the most dangerous planet in the multiverse. I'm the only person AWESOME enough to survive all of this. Do you REALLY think I'm not going to get hurt once in a while?" Her lips almost pressed to his. "And there's nothing. Anyone. Can do about it. Least of all her. So yeah. Her worrying about me like that? It's a waste .It's just going to piss. Me. Off." Then a lean up, kiss on the forehead, and push back. "Ohhhh! They have ICE CREAM! Let's get some! Rocky road? Does it have real road in it? Let's find out!" 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke emits a surprised 'erk!' when he's pulled close to Gaige. "Wha...?" But he quiets down when she starts to talk. He actually listens over reacts to her being that close to him. But yes. He does understand that, whatever's between them, it's between THEM. He's probably not the right one to be sticking his nose into it. However, he's then kissed on the forehead and pushed back. This gets a "Whoa...!", and he wobbles a bit before righting himself. He can't help but blush a little, but it's not too bad. And then suddenly SHINY! Well, something sweet. He follows quickly, explaining. "No. Just chunks of chocolate, and walnuts, and marshmallows. There's a lot of different textures in it." 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige nodded and... " Iwant a massive scoop! No! TWO massive scoops! In a chocolate dipped cone! He's paying. Hm? Oh, yeah, we're like, totally on a date." NO THEY AREN'T! She's still screwing with him! Payback for his earlier things he said. She happily licked her ice cream, eyes going wide. "It's like frozen happiness. In a cup," she squealed. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke immediately blushes at the implication. "W-wh-wha-what?!" he sputters. Looks like, if they were on a date, that's the first Josuke knew about it. But, since he's sort of been 'volunteered' to pay for it... he pulls his wallet from a pocket, muttering, "...Geez, I hope I remembered to bring some US dollars..." A habit he'd started doing on and off since he realized there were so darn many USAs. That said, the way she seems so happy with it? That's worth it. He nods. "Chocolate's got something in it that makes the brain produce chemicals that makes you feel better," he explains. "So people eat it a lot." 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige nodded. "Oh, yeah. Daddy used to give me a mug of cocoa with marshmallows whenever bad things happened. Like when that bitch stole my designs, or when mom... left us. Whenever I got a bad grade on a report card or the one time I almost got detention and felt really bad about it..." she mumbled. "Chocolate is the best." Lick lick lick. "Oh, and don't worry. We're not really on a date. I just wanted to watch you freak out, cutie pie." 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' 'Left us'. So much said in so few words. Josuke has a feeling that, given how violent Gaige's world is, that the 'leaving' was leaving the mortal coil entirely. But he's not going to say that, because he doesn't want to make her feel bad. That would be horrible. The expression shifts to chagrin at the admission, though. Still, he chuckles a little, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Aha... I thought you might be," he replies. Chagrinned, but still good-naturedly. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige snickered and then... "Oh. Crap." Cop sirens. "I uhhh, I should probably go. There's alike, a forty-five percent chance that's my fault and they're coming for me. So uhhh, see you around. Okay? Okay. Bye!" she said before running off. Leaving him alone. no they cops weren't after her! This time. But hey, neither of them knew that, yet! 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:''' Josuke's head turns quickly, in the direction of the sirens. And then suddenly Gaige is running off. "Heeey! Wait a minute!" he calls out, running in the general direction he saw her disappear in. He won't be able to catch her either, but he doesn't want to be around if cops are coming either. Despite his good nature, Josuke IS a delinquent. Gets into a lot of fights, a lot of property damage (though no one could prove anything, thanks to Crazy Diamond). Still! Cops! He's still leaving the area, even if he can't find her. 
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5348/Productions for Sanctuary

2017-08-10T12:07:39Z

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|Synopsis=Gaige gets some acquintances to help her clear out an old abandoned factory on Pandora and defeat the gargantuan Blue! Step one of more stuff for Sanctuary, complete!
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Ah, Pandora. A world of beauty, gentleness, AND MASSIVE EXPLOSIONS! Which were filling the air as Tiny Tina, Pandora's most BAD ASS demolition's expert, was concocting her GREATEST explosive, made by mixing skag dropping, crystalisk shards and a lot of powders and stuff that even GAIGE didn't know how they worked. It had taken her DAYS to get the mixture right, but it was ready. Of course, the group had been told where to meet her and, already, there were a few bodies laying about. Bandits, bounty hunters, some guy who thought this was something it most definitely wasn't. And gaige sitting with the BIGGEST grin on her face and a rocket launcher laying across her lap. Why? Because she got to make things go boom. And there was very little she liked more than that. The place they were summoned to was a small valley with a bunch of massive mines the size of cars just laying about, green lights on them glowing, warning that they were ative. In the mddle of it, Gaige in her car(Well, Scooter's car but she was able to borrow it). And then. The girl. The legend. Thirteen years of pure explosive destruction. TINY! TINAAAAAAAA! Making some last adjustments to the missle that was going in said rocket launcher when they'd be arriving. Don't mind the strewn about bodies, just try not to step in any of them. 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     The roar of an engine announces Maaka's arrival via APC, the Razorback buggy storming its way towards Gaige's position, just outside the valley. It's covered in blood along the hull, and the interior is littered with still hot brass from a very much freshly used MG.     Stopping, the APC's cyborg occupant hops out, toting a high-tech assault coilgun of sorts as she eyeballs Gaige and the diminutive explosives expert with her. "THIS," She points to Tina directly, skeptical. "Is your demo expert? She looks like she shouldn't be trusted with a plastic spark, much less high-grade explosives." She keeps her distance, mostly for the sake of not getting exploded in retaliation. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' Pandora. A unique, one of a kind world where there's a lot of fighting and action to be seen. Not to mention, it's a bounty hunter's paradise. Lots of hunting opportunities in exchange for good payouts. It's definitely a place that would appeal to most bounty hunters. Keyword being 'most.' Iria is different from most bounty hunters. She's not in it for the money. She does it because she wants to help out those who genuinely need help. The money is nice, but knowing that she's doing the right thing for the other person(s) involved is what's truly important to her. Arriving in her craft, Iria jumps out quickly and looks around, double-checking her weapons before spotting Tiny Tina and Alexis Maaka. Then she looks to Tiny Tina again. "So, you're the one causing problems here, huh?" She narrows her eyes. "Sorry to tell you this, but your days of giving people more bang for their buck are gonna end here and now!" 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     A proper invitation to meet Tiny Tina was a good lure for Eve. She has no reason to mistrust Gaige when she says Eve and Tina would get along. Oh sure there's the casual way Gaige blows up people and things, but Eve isn't exactly able to hold that sort of thing against someone. Gaige is a product of her upbringing after all, and Eve tries not to hold such things against people who have no reason to know better.     Lacking easy access to vehicles, Eve simply glides in on huge silvery wings. There's no sound to announce her, not until she drops to the ground a short distance away from the gathering. Far enough not to be considered a direct attack at least, while close enough that she should be easily seen now that she's at ground-level. She folds the wings away behind her back where they disappear, as if they'd never existed, leaving a small girl of roughly Tina's age to walk in from seemingly nowhere.     Eve eyes the sudden confrontation with narrowed eyes, shielding her gaze from the sun with a raised hand. "Is this a bad time?" she asks dubiously. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Tiny turns around, cocking an eye. "And who are you supposed to be, shorty?" She glanced to Gaige. "Girl, I thought you said this dogs were supposed to be chill, why they gotta get all up in my grill? I TOLD you not to broadcast it all over the net like that, this placed used to be like, super chillll. Now it's all blamey blam every two seconds!" Gaige cringed as the small child yelled at her. She sighed and put the rocket launcher down before drawing her shotgun. "Ah, come on now. Don't talk to her like that. She might be young, but isn't any girl who knows more about blowing up bandits than her." She then turned to Iria, a grin forming on her lips. "Oh, sweet. You here for my bounty too? Cooool. See, you know, I find if I just like, tell you guys where I'm going to be, half of you come out and try to kill me yourselves, really cuts out the whole 'We're gonna track you down and try to ambush you!' thing most of you guys got going on. So like, we got a factory to take back so let's just get this done with quick, okay cute thing? And--" Then... Her eyes lit up! "Oh, you must be Eve, right? This is Tiny Tina! Be with you in a sec, okay? Just gotta deal with another bounty hunter, you know how it is. They come, they yell about how your head is worth blah blah, how they're soooo bad ass, then they get shot in the face and they go all blehhhhhhh. Shouldn't take long!" she said before running at Iria, already aiming her shotgun towards the girl. Tiny Tina glanced up. "Mmmmmm hmm. So you this Eve girl ah been hearing about? Shorty over there says you're for real, but I don't know. You multi-versians all seem a bit cray-cray, if yah catch my drift. So let me ask you the most important question. Your life depends on it." Her eyes narrowed and... "WHAT'S! The only kind of cookie that MATTERS?!" 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     "Hello Tina." Eve murmurs distractedly, watching Gaige. She's not honestly sure how she should respond here. Iria might be technically an ally, or possibly an enemy... she isn't sure which. Gaige is neither. But of course neither of the girls seems to be looking for help, so she has no reason to try to choose between them. Gaige is an outlaw, but then so's Eve herself. More or less. Might as well let them have their fun for now.     Eve blinks as The Question is asked. It runs through her head, spinning around and around in a process that takes surprisingly little time all considered. The statement that Eve's life depends on it is considered then filed away. It seems to be a riddle of some kind, since there's no way a life could actually depend on cookie preferences. Probably. The girl did mention cray-cray, which Eve realizes might be suggestive.     Eve's only speechless for a moment before she purses her lips, nodding. "The cookie you're about to eat." she answers. "That's the only one that matters. Cookies you've already eaten don't matter, and cookies you might eat sometime in the future don't really matter yet. But the one you're about to eat really matters." she claims thoughtfully. 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Maaka just scoffs, "It ain't the age I'm worried about. It's the fact she's crazier than a sack of cats." She says, before she pops her neck. "So who's the bounty for, and how much are we talking here? I didn't come all this way just for a sightseeing trip. Where's the factory?"     Eve and Iria's arrivals are greeted with nods, but Maaka remains focused on Tina and Gaige for the moment.     Iria's actions suddenly jar her into action, and the hunter will have a laser pointed right at her head, the green dot trailing across her body. "Stand the hell down, Iria!" Maaka barks harshly, coilgun shouldered. "They're not the bounty, they called us for backup!" 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' Almost immediately, Iria realizes the mistake she's made, and she holds up both hands. "Hold it! Hold it please!" She grits her teeth nervously. "I made a huge mistake here! Just calm down, OK? I didn't know you were the ones looking for us, not vice versa." She sighs a little. "Just take it easy. I'm sorry for what I said." 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     The EM-GASH lowers, and Maaka cools down. "Right. Right, sorry. Anyway. Gaige, what are we here to deal with?" 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Tina stares. Then... "Wow... that... that was deep, homie. Like, really deep. Like... for realz deep. You read me? You ah-right, homegirl. I also would have accepted chocolate chip. But not oatmeal raison. Those are ABOMINATIONS!" Gaige did stop. Well, she tried to stop. "Wha--" She tried stopping, but kept kind of going, then her feet went back, momentum went forward and she face planted. "Ow. What the hay, girl?! If you're going to try to kill me, atleast have the decency to follow through on the attempt!" she snapped, before getting up and quickly dusting herself off, coughing up some dirt. "Ugh! I got it in my mouth and everything! So, you're here to help then?" she snapped, glaring at the girl. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' "Yes, we're here to help. I apologize for my actions, but I got carried away I admit." Iria offers a hand to help Gaige up. She looks genuinely embarrassed, her scowl only adding to it. "My name is Iria, Hunter 9799-5." 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     Eve seems surprised by the response, but ... well, if her life depended on the answer, even metaphorically, she's glad Tina's happy with it. "Chocolate chip is good too." she says carefully, though genuinely. "I was also considering saying ice cream cookie sandwiches." she admits.     She continues watching Gaige and Iria distractedly, not wanting to be rude to Tiny Tina. She breathes a sigh of relief when they seem to come to an understanding. It may have been none of her business if they ended up fighting, but that doesn't mean she liked the idea of them going to war on each other right in front of her. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Tina's eyes go wide. "They make ICE CREAM COOKIE SANDWICHES?! SHORTY! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THOSE?!" Gaige cringed. "I didn't know? I'll try to get Ferham to bring some?" "YOU BETTER!" She then turned around and then... closed the tip on the rocket. "Ohhhhh yes. This..." She picked it up. "This sexy, fine little number is my own personal mix. Could punch through a hyperion battle tank and, ohhh baby, leave it a flaming wreck. It will have no problem dealing with the big boy." AND THEN SHE JUST THREW IT TO GAIGE! Fortunately, the teen turned in time to catch it, giving it a hug. "Okay, we got this! Thanks, Tina, you're the best." "Ahem? My payment?" she said, holding out her hands expectantly. Gaige sighed. "Right, right. Fine, fresh off the line. I had Ferham smuggle them in." And pulled out a bag of chips ahoy, before tossing them to the girl. "Ohhhhh yeah," Tina said far too happily. "You some fiiiiine chocolate chip cookies. You gonna get in my belly, for realz tho! Be careful there, yah dig me? Them crystalisk used tah be all mellow an' shiz. Now though? They're all like 'Booma bang!' and they will mess your shiz uuuuup!" Gaige nodded. "It'll be fiiiiine!" Then turned to the others, wiping her shirt off and hugging her missile. "So! Our mission is simple. We're gonna clean out this old abandoned hyperion factory so we can use its automated resource gathers and constructions to help sanctuary, you know? And this lil baby? This... is to take out the big boy who has taken up residence. So..." big, big grin. "Who wants to hold the missile? Hey, Eve, you ever hold a missile that could wipe out a tank before?" 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Maaka lets her coilgun hang off the sling again, as she just rubs her temples. The screaming is getting to her. "Can we just focus on the job here? They can probably hear us." She points out, mercifully Gaige gets to explaining.     "Alright; Clear out bad guys. Done. Let's get going!" She says, grabbing her rifle as she pops her neck. "Where we headed?" 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' "Abandoned factory... doesn't sound abandoned to me if it's gonna be cleaned out," Iria mutters to herself. When she gets a look at that missile, her eyes hang open widely with disbelief and shock. They have to use something like THAT to take care of the big bad? There's no way in hell that Iria's going to carry one of those! No way, no how, no nothing! "Uh, maybe someone stronger should take care of that? I can take point if need be." She tries not to let her uneasiness about the missile show. 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     Eve ends up a little wide-eyed at Tiny Tina's enthusiasm but at the same time finds it rather endearing. It's hard to dislike someone who shows such joy and pleasure over simple things. That also goes a long way to explain why Eve, generally a soul who prefers kindness to violence, doesn't actually think Gaige is a terrible person. At least so far.     She peers at the older girl dubiously though, when offered the rocket launcher. "I... haven't." Eve admits. "I don't use weapons. They get in the way." she adds, looking over to the others hopefully, trying to get this taken (metaphorically so far) out of her hands. She'll fight, and she'll even cause a good amount of damage when it's called for. She just chooses to use more civilized weaponry that's not so unpredictable. Just like that old guy said in that movie. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige shrugs. "Welp, suit yourselves! More fun for me!" And then it disappears into her inventory. "Okay, machine gun, rocket launcher, grenades, shotgun annnnd... huh. I packed the assault rifle? Don't remember that. Oh, right, it shoots acid. Sweeeeet. Need to test that." Then ran to the car. "Okay, hop on in, guys! Let's do this!" she yelled before... motioning to it. There were no seat belts. Gaige was not licensed. She was the kind of driver who RAN OVER random skags(and bandits) as they drove. "TEN POINTS! WOO!" And EVERY SINGLE RAMP she had to OVER BOOST OVER! "So like, hyperion abandoned the factory, and the workers in it, around the time the first vault opened, you know? Cause like, they pissed off the crystalisks. But the machinery should be usable if I can fix it and boot it all back up. Just need some help clearing the wild life out. You know? That's where you guys came in! Cause like, us multi versians are pretty raaaaad, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Maaka doesn't seem like she's a fan of heavy artillery, as she regards the missile with some disdain. Weighing herself down isn't something she's happy to risk doing. She hops aboard the car, getting seated as they ride. "GAH! WATCH IT!" She calls out to Gaige as they sideswipe an unfortunate bandit. She's a dangerous driver, but now she's starting to know what it's like to be a passenger when SHE operates a car.     She does take some potshots if bandits open fire upon them first, mostly to take them out with pinpoint shots. She's BORING by Pandora standards, but dead accurate by comparison. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' Jumping in the seat, Iria was not surprised to see a lack of seatbelts (don't ask why.) She also takes out her assault rifle and preps it to make sure she's ready to take on any bandits that might come their way. Unfortunately, when Gaige runs over various bandits and skags, Iria finds herself in a bit of a turbulent situation. "Hey, be careful, will ya?" Iria snaps. 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     Eve's completely boring when it comes to Pandora standards. She doesn't even drive or use guns. She just clings to her seat and any available handholds with a grip like metal bands, providing her own seatbelt. Actually it's not just LIKE metal bands. She's actually enhancing her grip with nanometal.     "I see." Eve states, timing her words in short bursts, preferably while airborne, so her words come out uninterrupted. "We're rad." she deadpans. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige nodded. "Exactly! See, you got it? So like, we just gotta keep being rad and then BOOM! Blow them all up. Easy peasy, you know? And once that happens, I can get Ferham out there and we can go about fixing all the broken stuff. Might need some parts, but like, we can start getting things we need down to the city. Like screws. And nails. Cause like, seriously? I used our last screw last month and you havE ANY idea how much of a pain it is to go through the city trying to find a good screw? I found a ton of bad ones but I can't just rip them out of stuff, you know? They might break or something! SKAG!" Bam, it bounced like four times. "Awwwww yeah. Got some NICE air on that one." And then she headed towards a... tunnel. A road that went into a tunnel undergound. Oh dear. 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Maaka grabs onto a handle desperately, before she fights the urge to gag on skag guts. She hates this planet so much. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' With no more bandits to take aim at, Iria puts her assault rifle away and proceeds to hang on for dear life. She grits her teeth a little, but smiles all the same. "This sure beats going on a roller coaster, that's for sure!" She comments. "Too bad they don't make roller coasters with target shooting allowed!" 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     At some point when she'd had enough of going flying and their vehicle splattering unmentionable things, Eve apparently decided she didn't want her hair flying free. Who can blame her, really, considering how long it is? The process is relatively short, her hair gathering up as if by magic, pulling back, weaving back and forth, and shortly Eve is wearing a helmet. A golden helmet of gleaming gold, including side-wings over the ears. Because why just wear a helmet when you can also make a fashion statement and a moral position at the same time?     She's now peering through a narrow slit in that helmet, hoping she doesn't have too hard of a time cleaning her hair out afterwards. Bugs would be bad, but this... ew. Just ew. And no, at no time does she relax her defensive deathgrip. All considered though, she seems to be handling the car trip quite stoically. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige coughed. "So! I um, didn't wanna worry any of you guys but like. the brakes? They died about halfway down this road." And they were going downhill. "But it's cool! Really! I got this! We're almost there and I--" AND SUDDENLY GIANT STONE CRYSTAL SPIDER THING! "CRYSTALISK!" And BAM! Right through one of its legs, sending shards of crystal everywhere as the car started to skid. "HOLD ON!" she screamed, the car spinning in a tight circle before BAM! Slamming into the side of the tunnel. Her shield sparkled a few times as she just sat there, groaning. "That... wasn't... what I meant by--" Then a shard of crystal two feet long pierced the window. Missing her but making Gaige squeak. "BOOK IT!" she yelled, jumping out and throwing herself to the ground, moments before the crystal exploded, sending shards of crystal everywhere. 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Maaka feels the car smash into the tunnel, and she leaps free after a moment of fuzziness and a reboot of her systems. She hops out of the car, gun blazing, as she opens fire upon the crystalisk. "COVERING, someone flank this thing!" She calls out, her gun illuminating the dark tunnel with every shot as it kicks against her shoulder. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' The moment the car begins to skid, Iria holds on for dear life. "Oh hell no!" She exclaims, praying that they don't crash at all, but her prayers are unanswered, and they crash! Fortunately, the impact only knocks Iria out for a half second, before she regains her focus... and then realizes what's happened. "Crap!" Iria yells, leaping out of the car with her assault rifle drawn and opening fire on the Crystalisk. 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     This is certainly an adventure, it seems. Eve's abruptly glad to be wearing a helmet, though at this point she's not sure she wouldn't rather be in the air flying. It'd probably be a lot safer, though she's not sure if she could keep up. She can fly fast, but this driving is somehow ... not faster, but certainly much more visceral. Keeping up might be difficult.     Regardless the car's stopped now, if not in the most ideal way. Though she's rattled about, Eve's the only one in the car wearing both a seatbelt-equivalent and a helmet. Safety first. As the car stops and the crystalisk attacks Eve releases her deathgrip, her helmet unravelling and the gold flowing down into those long wings. Through some magic-like scientific alchemy the gold turns to silver some way along the path. When Eve dives out of the car she beats silver wings, flinging herself free at high speed and wheeling in the air to set her figurative sights on what's attacking.     Once oriented Eve swoops down, aiming to make a tight pass and lash out with a metal wing. A metal wing balled up not like a normal wing, but like a large metal fist. For the last second or so of her flight she's not gliding but arcing along a ballistic path, like a bullet made of human flesh and nanometal. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' The crstalisk let out a... nothing. They don't really roar. What it does is turn towards Eve and the others as they fly at it. Its hide is made of stone and seems almost unphased by the bullets, barely even making it stop before it charges on them, the bullets mostly bouncing off its hide. Then it unleashes a torrent of crystal shards at them, oddly similar to a shotgun blast, covering a wide area at Iria and Alexis. It then charges in... But a hail of bullets hit the crystal on its leg, making it explode in a flurry of crystal shards. The creature stumbles and lets out a roar of pain. Gaige, meanwhile... "Aim for the crystals, that's how you kill the things!" she called out encouragingly. She wasn't actually fighting, for once. She was actually WATCHING! She wanted to see how bad ass they were. 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Maaka feels a crystal shard hit her in the shoulder, and she grunts in pain as she drops her rifle, letting it hang on its sling as she pulls a sidearm. THe pistol fires repeatedly on the crystal chunks on the spider-thing, as Maaka takes Gaige's advice. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' One of the crystal shards hits Iria, tearing through her cape and cutting into her arm under her armor. "Ahh, dammit!" She yells out, trying to pull back a little. Even without looking, Iria can feel the blood seeping from her injury. "Son of a bitch! You'll pay for ripping my cape!" Iria says with an angry look as she opens fire, aiming for one of the crystals with her assault rifle. "Take THAT!" 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     While Eve's under powered flight, she's all but unhittable. Crystal shards might be able to catch her if fired in a broad enough pattern but she'll never be hit by aimed shots. When she's in a swooping charge though, that's another matter entirely. She has defenses still though, even then. One of her wings is dedicated to the attack but she uses the other to shield her. Crystal hitting her wing doesn't do much to her since the wings can be rapidly repaired. It's only crystal hitting her vulnerable body that would hurt.     She aims one of those ballistic passes, aiming to shatter a crystal node with a wing-punch. And then she's sweeping past, turning, rising once again under wing power. Her flight's a little ragged now, with her having to dedicate some concentration to reshaping the wings to something that can best sustain flight, but better she be slowed than that she plow headfirst into the ground. That'd be something GAIGE would do after all. Eve probably couldn't survive such an act. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' With a pained roar, another leg is shattered, making the crystal creature roar in pain. It stumbled about until, finally, Eve swooped down and launched her own assault. The third, and final leg crystal, was shattered. The creature stumbled a few times before letting out a loud, pained whine, then collapsing. Gaige ducked down. "TAKE COVER!" Because this is Pandora, the world that created the 'life flipping you off' theory, it then exploded, sending shards of crystal flying EVERYWHERE! Ow. Good job! 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Maaka swears under her breath as the spider begins to explode, and she dives behind cover, prying the shard out of her shoulder with a grunt of pain. "-FUCK," she grunts, before she tries to treat the injury with some quick-repair nanites. Her shoulder's gonna be pretty sore, to say the least. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' When the spider explodes Iria tries to dive for cover, but one of the shards hits her in the stomach, leaving a very serious wound there. "Unngh!" She cries out, knowing that she's bleeding even more than ever. "Ugh... That wasn't supposed to happen." 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     Luckily for Eve she's already swooping past, moving fast, when told to take cover. She glances back, partially turning, and gets enough warning to wrap nanometal wings around her as the crystalline creature explodes.     Her defense isn't perfect, both in full-body coverage and in thickness. It's enough though, with her distance, to give her decent protection. She levels out in midair, turning with a wobble, and slowly making her way back to the vehicle. She sets down, letting the wings fade once again, seemingly streaming from their extended position through her back and even her clothing, until they're completely gone.     Eve's a little bloodied, a little shaken, but she seems reasonably fine. She peers suspiciously at Gaige though. "Something tells me we're not done yet, are we?" she asks flatly. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Gaige was doing something--which usually meant danger. She had been likely a bit slow on the uptake--or perhaps she had accidentally had the lid of her recharge pod jammed (she kept telling Gaige not to leave stuff ontop of the thing, maybe something spilled?) but either way, it had made Ferham late for this little field trip. Totally not that her player had passed out and slept through her alarm, nope.      "Gaige!" Ferham teleported down into the area on the surface where she had last been able to track the female human, which would have been the valley they were just in. From there she spread her wings and zipped around, having heard over radio likely that there was /some/ kind of violence or dangerous activity going on. She wasn't the girl's keeper by any means, just... gah. She had to keep her senses and wits about her. She found the entrance to the underground tunnels and pulled herself down into them--her wings folding back behind her.      She rounded a corner just in time to see the crystalisk explode--a long shard of crystaline matter impaling the wall just near her head. THUNK. She blinked for a few moments then moved on, as if nothing had happened.      "Ah, I see this /is/ one of Gaige's outings," she peered around the scene, looking down as her boots kicked over a few more pieces of the unfortunate crystal creature. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige shook her head. "Nahhhhh. That was just one of the small ones. There's like, dozens of them!" She gave the thumbs up. "But hey, you guys did really cool! I mean, like, I got wayyyy more fucked up when I ran into like, three of them last week. Then urked. "Ah crap. Heyyyyy. Ferhaaaaaam. We're uhhh, totally being safe, I promise. Just clearing out the crystalisks I mentioned. You know..." She might have left out that they were THE SIZE OF TANKS AND AS STURDY AS THEM! She then looked to the car. "So, brakes are dead so... going in, we'll probably wanna just, you know. Walk for a bit. Come on!" she said before drawing her shotgun and running off before Ferham can yell at her notthatshe'sscaredofbeingscoldedoranything. "ey, can you watch the car? sweet!" she yelled to Alexis. Before running off! The factory itself was... big. And a lot of it was outside. With giant mining equipment, assembly lines, and a ton of other stuff. All of it dead and seemingly empty. Oh, and as they came closer they could see the dozens of crystalisks. And the pools of radioactive sludge sending a green glow through the chamber. Yayyyyy. "Looks like fun, right?" 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     Eve doesn't seem particularly bothered by her wounds, though it's not clear if she's not actually hurt or if she's just being stoic. The wounds don't bleed freely though, slowly closing up as if being bandaged... which they effectively are by nanomachines. The wounds weren't all that bad, and while it'll be a while before she can be fully healed, they're mild enough that her body's automatic defenses can effectively treat them.     Eve peers out at the factory interior, bemused. The glowing green pools are particularly disturbing. "Fun." she confirms dryly, probably not meaning the same thing as Gaige when she says it. "So, we have to get rid of... a bunch of them. I don't suppose we can just drop the roof on them right?" she suggests halfheartedly. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Uh huh," Ferham intones as Gaige begins to try and butter her up, but it seems she's having not much of it--at the same time, she doesn't seem to be trying to press the issue, either. "I guess you /have/ been pretty good about playing with high explosives lately, so I can't fault you for needing any to defend yourself against this... thing," she kicked a piece of what might have been one of the crystaline creature's arms out of the way with her boot.      "What's this factory? would it have any defenses? Seeing as this is Pandora I'm sure it would--do we have anyone skilled with security systems?" she looked around to Gaige, then Alexis--then Eve. She noticed the latter was hurt.      "Well, it looks old, dirty, disused, dead--and it's infested with more of those... things, and some radioactive creature has apparently used it for a toilet, /this/ is what you came here to check out, Gaige?" she flicked her whip out, the handle glowing as the length hadn't extended yet. She walks a bit in front of Eve as she's rather small and seems to still be dealing with her injuries.      "Lets see if these creatures can deal with pain," she made a showy cracking of her whip before she attempted to lash at two of them--her whip extending long and far enough to snap at two at once! 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' Despite the pain and the bleeding, Iria's forcing her way through it all, eventually making it to the factory, and scowling at what she sees. "Oh swell. This place sure hasn't been abandoned for long," She comments with a scowl as she notices that strange liquid. "Either someone's been doing experiments here or something else is lying in wait!" 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige blinked. "Ferham, wait!" But, well, it was too late. The whip reached out, grabbed two of them and..."Should have iced them first!" she squeaked. The two were barely phased. It was like trying to whip a pair of tanks. They let out a roar and then charged them. Before sending out a hail of exploding crystal shards. "Take cover!" Gaige screamed. "And no, this place is pretty abandoned! I think after Blue came, everyone just high tailed it out of here! Honestly, it's mostly cause of him that the--" And then the chamber began to shake. "Ohhhhh crap," she said quickly. "Oh crap oh crap oh crap ohcrapohcrapohcrap," she squeaked, before turning towards the factory. Blue woke up. And blue was *big*. The creatures were normally the size of a car. This thing was the size of a *blimp*. Its massive body glowing blue with the glowing blue crystals in its body. "Oh crap," she squeaked. It slammed a foot down, making the ground shake. "Okay guys, remember your training! Blue up the crystals and try not to die!" Blue then sent a crystal the size of a car hurtling at them, which exploded midway through to erupt into four foot long shards of crystal. 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     "If there were defenses still, they'd be expended by now on the crystalisks." Eve points out, mostly to Ferham, before the reploid charges off to do battle. Eve blinks, but follows. She won't be flying, not in these close quarters. She'd be too predictable, having to dodge obstacles, so her biggest advantage would be gone.     Instead Eve goes with a classic combo. Her left hand held before her, she grows a largeish shield. Her right hand, drawn back, extends out a midlength shaft which forms itself into a hammer. She's going for maximum protection from crystal shards first, then whatever she has left is going towards the best heavy-impact attack she can manage.     Crouching behind her shield, Eve takes one of the crystal shards on a heavily-reinforced shield. It shatters in a shower of fragments and dust, leaving Eve safe enough. But she'll have to get CLOSE to make a difference here, which means risk. Lots of risk. She hikes up and starts running, crouching low behind her shield, looking to get close enough to start malleting hell out of crystal outgrowths. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' "Abandoned? I dunno about that," Iria says half-sarcastically, but the sarcasm within her starts to grow as the shaking begins. "Abandoned my ass!" She screams, looking around for the source of the shaking, before spotting Blue, and her eyes widen like saucers. "Dammit, more trouble," Iria says as she goes for her handgun and fires a few shots. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham has whipped tanks before! Like that time she fought Skylynx and he sent her into the upper stratosphere over the Planetary Plains! That took a while to fly back from, of course--and she wound up getting a fair bit of bugs and such stuck in her armor--and evade a lot of birds--but she had come back from it! Ferham blinked as her whip did more or less nothing and she was rewarded with a volley of crystaline shards for her troubles--which zoomed toward her and Eve. Ferham still had time enough to try and take a defensive position up in front of Eve--folding her wings infront of her as she turned and was knocked back by the shards--one of them sheering across her side and digging into her armored leotard there--ouch.      "Ahhh!" she cried out, turning as she attempted to hunch lower and return fire with a spray of cryogenics--super-cooled air forming into a cone of frost and trying to hose them down with it! 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' The crystalisk's Ferham grabbed launched another flurry of shards, nowhere near as powerful as the big ones. But still more of them. That was, until the ice began to hit them and their big, lumbering bodies began to slow down. And down. And down and... was this it? Gaige ran in past Ferham, her shotgun out and... "YEAH! Let's do this!" she yelled, firing off a few blasts into one of the legs, shattering the crystals. A few shards hit her, but her shields stood strong, making it glance off. She kept running, a smirk on her face. "Woo! LEt's kick some ass!" Oh they were going to die. She ran straight past them and at blue and-- And a shard slammed right through her abdomen, slicing through her shields like butter and piercing through her side. Her eyes widened and her running slowed down. She looked down at it in confusion. "W-what?" she said softly. The handgun... did nothing to them. It practically bounced off their stony hide. Eve had the right idea, though. The shield did protect her, though the creature seemed... smarter than the rest. Rather than striking out with bursts, instead it sent out one really big crystal at Eve. But if she could get close, she'd find her hammer was SUPER effective against crystal things like that. 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     Eve relies heavily on her shield, but it's not a perfect defense. It's clearly not going to stand up to a crystal almost as large as she is, for one. It'd be able to take the hit, probably, but it'd crumple. Eve could fix it, but not if she gets impaled first. Tanking a shot like that head-on would be a fool's move, and the little blonde is nobody's fool.     She dives aside in a desperate but calculated act, still holding the shield up. The attack is too fast for her to completely evade it, but by angling her shield against her body she's able to deflect it. The impact sends her spinning around and knocks her relatively small mass aside like a bowling ball scattering pins.     Gathering her wits, Eve's able to see what happens when Gaige is struck. "Gaige!" she cries out in concern. The girl's not her friend, not exactly, but she's not an enemy either and Eve doesn't like non-enemies getting hurt. For just a moment she considers charging back and sheltering the explosive-crazed weaponeer. Only for a moment though. Her shield couldn't protect both of them, not against this monster. And her hammer might well be the only thing with enough blunt force to be truly effective on offense. No, if she wants to protect the gunbunny, she has to do it by using the best defense.     Crying out, Eve launches herself forward, hammer swinging madly. The best defense, as anyone surely knows, is a good offense. And Eve intends to fix this monstrosity with some good old-fashioned percussive maintenance. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      More of the shards began to ping off her raised wings, making Ferham think of being hit by a hailstorm--or maybe small arms machine gun fire. She'd been through both! Damn humans and their fixation on automatic weapons! Though come to think of it so did a lot of robots. Ferham growled as she was already getting damage reports and warnings from what the things were doing to her and her friends--her cold damage apparently having chilled a few of them enough to make their weapons more effective--which was good. She just hopped she--and the others--could handle these things.      She tries to send out a cloud of frost at the creatures as Eve charges in, likely able to avoid the icy mist and bring 'the hammer down' on these silicoid nightmares! 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' Unfortunately, Iria's handgun isn't doing much good, so all she can do is run away for the time being. She keeps trying to dodge the attacks, realizing that the blood has clotted on her wounds, but they still hurt like hell. She attempts to toss out a grenade away from where the others are, in hopes it might make a crack. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige slammed her gun down, shattering the end of the crystal and then tearing it out. She then shot a few blasts, finishing one of them that Ferham had frozen. Her shield flashed back up, all red, and she wobbled. "Ohhh that's a lot of blood..." she mumbled, blood pouring out from her side. "Oh... I got this!" she said, running forward, unloading her shotgun on the beast. "Anarchy forever! WOOOO! Hack the... hack the..." The freezing was working well on the little ones. The big one, however? Not so much. It didn't even seem to notice. However, the GRENADE did a good job, blowing a chunk of crystal off and making the big one roar. Eve's assault was working wonders, each blow of the massive blunt instrument shattering more and more crystals, tearing its legs and exposing the softer layers beneath. The creature roared and sent out a flurry of crystall shards in all directions, impaling and even destroying a lot of the smaller crystalisks. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Gaige? GAIGE," Ferham nearly freaked as she turned and realized that the 'gun bunny' had blood pouring out from one of her wounds. Blood, as she knew, was basically like a big, liquid organ--and it was pretty bad for humans when it all gushed out onto the floor. She stalked forward and rammed the heel of her high-heeled boot into one of the smaller ones, causing it to shatter and break apart, though ti was just one of them, and there was still quite a few more of them to deal with!      She cracked the whip angrily now and would try to grab one of the smaller ones to actually lift it up and begin using it like a flail and crash into the others to continue pouring the hurt on them!      "Gaige?!" she turns back, letting the one she had trapped fly, what's left of it--letting it crash into another part of the factory. She'd run over and try to take up her grenade-launching weapon, trying to aim and fire it! 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     In close, Eve's less focussed on defense, more on offense. Dodging around the crystalisk's legs, she could easily be hit from any side. Her shield's practically useless so she lets it shrink, instead growing the hammer's length and head to a more devastating melee weapon. It still weighs only a fraction of even Eve's tiny weight, but ten pounds of steel whirling on the end of a long pole is nothing to be trifled with.     Eve grips the steel weapon with both hands, whirling, spinning, bouncing hits off the crystalisk's legs and rebounding to spin in the other direction too. She works her way underneath the beast, figuring it's the safest place from crystal shard fire. If it collapses, well... hopefully she sees it happening quickly enough to get clear. She's taking wounds as well, but so far those wounds seem mostly superficial. Eve's tougher than she looks, or luckier, or faster. Perhaps a combination of all of the above. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' Once she sees that she's opened a possible weakspot, Iria switches to her assault rifle again, and fires again... click click click. She's out of ammunition. Scowling, she slaps another clip into rifle and fires off another burst of gunfire at the creature. She hopes that this will help end this battle, because it's getting quite annoying having to fight with such a serious injury! 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige pulled out the missile launcher and... then the hail of missile shard. Her shield protected her a little. A little. She still dropped, two shards in her abdomen, her eyes wide. She held up the missile launcher towards Ferham. "T-take it," she said weakly. "Aim... for the body..." she whispered. "If... I don't... make it... make sure everyone knows... I went out... like... a bad ass..." Pause. "Also... just a flesh wound... hee hee..." Oh gosh she was a dork. The lack of bullets from Iria did nothing, sadly. However, Eve would find her assault was both keeping her safe AND wrecking the monster, leaving it stumbling about, slow and awkward, before it collapsed for a moment. Opening itself up for that big missile that Tina had given them. The time had come. 

:'''{{#var:857|Eve (857)}} has posed:'''     As effective as Eve's hammer is, she knows she's just chipping away at a beast too big for her to actually slay. Not that she actually *wants* to kill it. Semi-sentient crystalline beast or not, she doesn't intend to kill anything. She can accept, barely, that the thing's bestial enough that her rule of no-killing isn't appropriate here... but that doesn't mean she wants to be the one to finish it either.     Besides, they have that big rocket. That was the whole point, it seems. And she's heard that Gaige is rather reckless with her explosives. There's no WAY she's going to be just standing under this beast when someone shoots a monster missile at it! As much as she's paying attention to what she's doing, she's keeping an eye at least occasionally on Gaige and those with her too.     Eve's already on her way out when the rocket comes up. Her hammer vanishes abruptly, the girl instead using nanomass to protect herself from the explosion to come. She ducks low to the ground, arms spread wide, running for all she's worth like some weird ninja who's seen one too many Duck and Cover videos. 

:'''{{#var:215|Iria (215)}} has posed:''' When the rocket comes, Iria's getting out of the way fast. She doesn't need to be caught in the explosion! She's running like a bat out of hell, ignoring the pain of her injuries underneath her cape. "Just gotta get outta the way!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Taking the missile launcher from Gaige--she'd have to see about trying to use her ice powers to slow the blood flow later, Ferham has to heft the heavy piece of ordnance and aim it directly at the most sensitive and silicoid-portion of the giant monster pursuing them, firing it off and turning to shield Gaige and the others even as the projectile is in mid-flight--trying to stop it to make good their escape! Also, cool guys don't look at explosions, but that's not the reason she's making such a hurry. Gaige is bleeding out fast! 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' BOOM! Just BOOM! Everything went BOOM! That missile tore out the creature and sent its body parts FLYING! Chards of crystal(valuable even) rained down around them. "Ohhhh... pretty..." Gaige said. As she laid in a pool of her own blood. "H-huh. I... I think... Ferham... hon. I... I don't know if I'm gonna make it so like... if I don't... like..." She blinked. "Tell dad and stuff he was awesome, okay? And it wasn't some lame bandit that did me in. It was a fifty, no, hundred story tall monster made of rock and diamonds. And I kicked its ass... okay?" she said with a grin. "Bad... ass..." But yeah, a lot of the creatures were now dead due to the earlier booms. Allowing them to retreat to the vehicle... without breaks. Also, Gaige passed out from blood loss on the way. Yayyyyy. 
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A whole NEW-U!

2017-05-18T02:38:14Z

NinjaKitty:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/05/13
|Location=Pandora
|Synopsis=Gaige tests out a new piece of hardware on Ferham! It has some pretty interesting results and allows her use of the New-U machine.
|Cast of Characters=1112, 516
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige had been tinkering. Oh, how she'd been tinkering. You see, Sanctuary had one of those fancy New-U units. The problem was, it didn't work. Technically being an outlaw city had its issues. Like a lot of stuff being cut off the grid or ignored, not to mention the constant bombing raids against the city shields. But, now? Now things were different. Gaige had hauled the machine to her work shop and spent the last few days tearing it apart. First had been removing the 'anti-tinkering features', which constituted enough explosive fire power to blow up a building. Fortunately it wasn't able to be activated remotely or the machine likely would have gone off ages ago. But after that, it had been a simple process of hacking the files(not her best talent), accidentally wiping half the data, having to refresh from the backups she made, turning it on and off again, using an admin account she got off a guy(she knows an awful lot of 'guys'. This one was likely a spanish woman), finally getting the thing to work. From there, she had updated a few things, installed some stuff, done a few modifications but now? Now it was golden. She laughed maniacly. Pushed some buttons. Now she just needed a test subject... 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      To be completely fair, Ferham was coming down here more for Gaige's benefit and concern for her rather than out of curiosity. Whatever the crazy Mechromancer girl had been working on earlier that she'd heard over Starknet seemed dangeorus--what with the talk of explosives... she was already kicking herself for not heading over here sooner. She had apparently missed the '500 lbs of explosives' bit that was bragged about earlier in the evening. Truthfully, she just didn't want to see the girl get hurt--though she wasn't likely to admit that. She /was/ a bit on the crazy side, she did admit however--which was why the femmebot had taken wing down here to her garage. "Gaige? Hello?" Ferham called, her wings folding behind her as she let herself in, her boots making clattering noises against the likely dusty floor of her shop. Where /was/ the crazy twin-tailed redhead?

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige turned around! She was... wearing a pair of heavy duty glvoes, a metal face mask, a silver colored apron and, well... it was obvious she'd been working on something heavy duty. Oh dear. She grinned wide, tossing her power welder to the side and making it crash. "Good! Ferham! I was waiting for you!" she yelled, running over and taking the girl's hands. "Don't worry!" she yelled. "I kind of forgot to wear my ear plugs, so I'm a little deaf! But the nano machines will fix that no problem, you know? Best things ever! Now come on! It's time to see a new-U!" She grabbed Ferham's hand and hauled her towards the machine and then, kind of rudely, shoved her inside.

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Gaige! Oh, there you are," Ferham seemed to visibly relax when she saw that Gaige was, well, still in one piece. She's only known the crazy mechinist girl for a few days but she had learned to take care of what friends you had. Even if they hadn't known eachother too long. "What're you--" she trailed off when Gaige began to speak very loudly to her and in a monotonous tone, realizing the girl had hurt her hearing. Great--she /had/ messed herself up, well, nothing a pair of cyber ears wouldn't fix-- And then Ferham was taken by the wrist and roughly pulled--then shoved into what looked like a large machine--stumbling as she went. Uh oh. Even if the heels on her boots were on the chunky side she could still be thrown off balance--it wasn't hard, especially when you had a cybernetic arm like Gaige did! "What the...?"

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige grinned as she locked it. "Don't worry, it's fine. You'll be fine. Probably!" Click click. Inside the box was smooth, metal walls. With lots of little grooves that things likely came out of. After a few moments there was a green light as she was scanned and.... a moment later her outer appearance(sans armor), appeared on the screen(though it did have a default appearance of underwear. It seemed to follow modesty, at least). "Okay, okay. Let's see. How about.... how's this?" She tapped some buttons, and then it would... "Uh oh. Ack!" It showed her with... well... It showed her in one of mad moxxi's uniforms, with her hair(or reploid equivalent), dyed to match! And then the slots opened and little arms lanced out, with sprays and other things to make this a reality, even stealing her armor. Oh this day was going to -suck-.

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The machine seemed to be able to access Fer's armor program and soon she was standing there in just her black full-body undersuit--looking pretty bewildered and surprised, all things considered. "What is this--Mmphh!" her voice from inside was muffled as something came down over her face, a makeup applicator mask, she'd likely learn later--which went through the trouble of applying Mad Moxxi's trademark facepaint, lipstick, blush and eyeliner. Her hair was already black and straight, but quite long--and it was given a tease and some curling by the arms that the machine employed. It was this period when the long low-cut dress was pulled onto her--with the long sleeves and cuffs, fishnets, high heeled knee-length boots made to resemble spats--everything went on. As well as fingerless gloves--because of course. "Mwah--what is..." she blinked as the makeup mask lifted away from her face. Now the high performance combat and flight-equipped reploid lady was affectionately clad in a Mad Moxxi uniform outfit!

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige opened it a moment later. "Ferham I'm so sorry I can fix it I didn't realize that--" She paused and stared. Then... "Oh. Sweet. Your skin is still on. Okay! Now that the test run is done... ummm... hold on." Locked her in again. DANG IT GAIGE! The screen in front of her showed herself, and now she could click it to adjust hair color, clothing, all that good stuff. "Go ahead, try it out, have fun!"

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I came down here because I was worried you were--oh right, you can't hear me," Ferham felt dumb for a moment, though she did look great in that outfit, all things considered--one of the arms even came down and planted the fanciful tophat on her head, which gave her just the perfect look. She rolled her eyes a bit, mostly at herself, less at Gaige--she was going to have some words with her mechromancer friend once she was out of there. She tapped experimentally at the screen after the door slammed shut in her face. Now to figure out how to return her gear--her finger tapped at the touch screen--which 'RANDOM' immediately highlighting, as if on it's own. What the?! Ferham was seized again by the arms--this time a fine nano-bot mist sprayed on her--the makeup dissolving (except for the lipstick and eyeliner) and within seconds her skintone changed entirely from pale to something much swarthier--her fine long black hair becoming a fair bit more curly, while still long--as well as a hot pink color. Her hair even lengthened down her back as the arms continued--slipping on shoulder length velvet gloves, a slinky blue sparkly cocktail dress, pantyhose and a pair of stiletto heels. Lips pouty and glossy, face and hair done up--Jessica Rabbit, eat your heart out! She was posed with a hand on her hip, idly staring at herself--as if she was mystified by her own appearance.

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige hummed, waited a bit, and once it was done, she... opened the door and stared. She... struggled not to burst into giggles, her hand moving to cover her mouth. "W-why, Ferham. I never knew you were much of a, snicker, singer. Are you going to give me a song? I could probably hotwire a microphone or... a rocket launcher or something. Probably. I've got a lot of scrap here. I wonder if I could make a karaoke machine..."

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham was SO going to have words with Gaige when she was out of this predicament. She walked slowly out of the machine, her arms by her sides with her palms flat, daintily--heels clicking against the workshop floor as she looked around, having to tilt her head to bounce a long hot pink curly bang out of her face. "Man alive, Gaige honey--this place is giving me the hinks!" she was using a fairly outdated and old-timey speech pattern here, looking about as apparently the shop was dusty and was likely gonna get all over her dress. With the hot pink hair and dusky appearance, it might even be a bit hard to recognize her after a trip through Gaige's hot-wired machine. "Hmm... mic stand, stage, kararoke machine--those all sound like a fine time, honey," she didn't seem to realize Gaige was standing there snickering so much at first, though she tilted her head at her, frowning just a little. "You /are/ an odd one, aren't you?"

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige stared when she started talking. Stared, stared, stared. Then fell over and just laughed, clutching her stomach and laughing so hard she almost had tears in her eyes. "Oh my gosh you sound rediculous! Did people actually TALK like that? Bah ha ha ha ha! Oh my gosh, hold on. just... just old on. I-I'll see what I can piece together. J-just give me a minute!" Eventually, she got up and started rummaging about. She grabbed some tools, there were sparks, a few explosions, and then... a microphone was set up. Sorta. It looked more like a voice modulator that had been hotwired to an intercom unit BUT IT WOULD WORK!

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham frowned and pouted at Gaige very obviously making fun of her, though while the battle-ready femmebot might have usually taken a strong tone with Gaige or gotten in her face--Ferham just sort of made a 'hmph' noise and stood there pouting for a few more moments. She didn't seem to stay angry for long--as she seemed more concerned about the explosions going off where Gaige was working there. When she returned with the microphone, however, she looked like she was delighted. "Oh thanks hon, I appreciate it," she smiled, taking it and brushing her long curly hot pink bangs back again as she began to sing, closing her eyes... "You had plenty of money in 1922, you let other women make a fool of you..." yes, she was singing 'why don't you do right' by Peggy Lee, followed by a heart-warming rendition of 'Blue Velvet' by Bernie Wayne, but best known for being sung by Bobby Vinton. The battle-hardened female Reploid seemed like quite the starlet! Demure, the right posture and finesse--she was a natural!

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige was getting ALL of this. She had cameras all over her lab! For obvious reasons. Like, if she didn't? She'd likely be dead by now. They also surrounded it. And she was enjoying this too much. She didn't know ANY of these songs, though. Once it was over. "Sooo. Those songs from your world, or something else? You're like, part machine, right? So does that mean you can just download songs at any time? Or does your memory work like a human's? Do you need to learn things?"

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Of course I can learn things, hon--and yes, they're from my world," she smiled, gloved fingers still holding the microphone that Gaige had so helpfully made for her. She /had/ done a great job singing too, truth be told--Ferham's normal voice was a deep feminine purr, and she'd put it to good use but also seemed able to raise it for some of the songs--just when she needed to reach the higher notes, anyway. "I can upload them too, if you want, I could probably put more of them in there," she hadn't sung them 'mechanically', to her credit, she'd seemed like she sung the first one a bit off the cuff, actually, at that. "You're a real nice girl, Gaige--I just wish you'd be more careful and stop making so many explosions--and hurt yourself less, hon," she smiled, sincerely--though also looked a bit concerned. Aww, did Fer really care about the crazy girl?

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige shrugged. "Eh. What's life without a bit of pain and explosions? Boring, that's what. Now, my turn!" She stepped into the machine and started pushing some things as it closed. "Don't mess with anything!" she called out. ... Well, Ferham was given a golden opportunity here, now wasn't she? Payback! ... Yeah, Gaige didn't think these things through before running head first into danger.

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Please, honey, do I look like a technician?" Ferham seemed to laugh off the idea that she could affect anything as Gaige disappeared into the machine, the doors closing behind her. As she was in there, Ferham couldn't help but notice the nearby display that Gaige had used earlier--heels clicking as she sauntered over to it. "Oh, so much dust in here..." she idly swiped at the touch screen with a gloved finger, appraising the amount of dust that wound up on the fabric of her glove--having inadvertently pressed a key on it. Suddenly, Gaige would notice that the arms deploying the 'badass terminator-esque' outfit she'd selected would shift gears--instead spraying her with a fine mist of nano-bots--that fiery red set of twintails of hers now becoming strawberry blonde--the makeup mask slipping down over her face in a flash and applying bubblegum pink lipstick, eyeliner, dark purple eyeshadow. She was clad in a short pleated skirt with a short-sleeved button-up blouse which was tied at the front, showing off her midriff and naval. Frilly marabou ankle-length socks over feet slipped into black open-toed heels--fairly high ones, too, ones that Gaige would have /no idea/ how to keep her balance in. And over her throat, a cute little choker with a pink charm at the center.

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige grinned wide as she tapped away. She was going to look AWESOME! Black leather jacket, slick black hair, bad ass-- Wait, what was going-- "WAIT! NO!" But, too late. Her screams of horror were so loud you'd think she was being murdered. Eventually the door opened and she fell out. Literally. Like, actually FELL out. Oh, she just gave the other girl a look of pure murder. While it may have altered Ferham's programming a bit. Gaige did not have programming. What she did have was a desire for vengeance. "I am going to murderize you!" she screamed, before trying to... crawl... at her. Oh gosh she didn't know how to walk in heels. Or murder chase someone! "YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE MARCIE!" She grabbed a metal pipe and struggled to chase the lounge singer!

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "What's wrong, hon?" Ferham was likely confused as to what Gaige's problem was--of course, she had no idea she had interrupted the process and turned Gaige's badass dream outfit into a nightmare! "Aww, let me help you up there," she'd lift Gaige, with her very potent Reploid strength--hoisting the girl up and likely making her drop the pipe in the process, accidentally. "Don't you look as cute as a button--wha? you don't like it? Aww let me help you dear," she'd likely be giving Gaige a small tutorial in how to walk in those shoes as she led her back around to the machine, helping her keep her balance as she helped her out of the stiletto pumps. "You were doing good there, but you need /a lot/ of practice if you wanna strut in those like me," she grinned good naturedly.

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige was too stunned to speak. She just... there were no words. None. None at all. She just... she just opened her mouth, closed it, opened it. How could you be mad at that? It was like being mad at a gold fish. It didn't know what it did wrong. Finally... "I don't -wear- high heels." Oh, Moxxi had been trying to get her to do it for ages. 'Really need to pretty yourself up. Wear pretty clothes. Don't flirt, guys like a challenge. Stop watching anime until three in the morning.' Bah, moxxi sucked. She practically threw herself into the machine, coming out as herself a moment later and then GRABBED Ferhamand tossed her in. Within a few moments, the girl would be back to normal as well. Gaige sighed. "So, I think we've learned a lot today. If you EVER tell ANYONE about what happened to me there, I will reprogram you. Got it?"

A whole NEW-U!

2017-05-18T01:50:08Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/05/13
|Location=Pandora
|Synopsis=Gaige tests out a new piece of hardware on Ferham! It has some pretty interesting results and allows her use of the New-U machine.
|Cast of Characters=Ferham, Gaige
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige had been tinkering. Oh, how she'd been tinkering. You see, Sanctuary had one of those fancy New-U units. The problem was, it didn't work. Technically being an outlaw city had its issues. Like a lot of stuff being cut off the grid or ignored, not to mention the constant bombing raids against the city shields.

But, now? Now things were different. Gaige had hauled the machine to her work shop and spent the last few days tearing it apart. First had been removing the 'anti-tinkering features', which constituted enough explosive fire power to blow up a building. Fortunately it wasn't able to be activated remotely or the machine likely would have gone off ages ago.

But after that, it had been a simple process of hacking the files(not her best talent), accidentally wiping half the data, having to refresh from the backups she made, turning it on and off again, using an admin account she got off a guy(she knows an awful lot of 'guys'. This one was likely a spanish woman), finally getting the thing to work.

From there, she had updated a few things, installed some stuff, done a few modifications but now? Now it was golden. She laughed maniacly. Pushed some buttons. Now she just needed a test subject...
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Ferham
|Pose=To be completely fair, Ferham was coming down here more for Gaige's benefit and concern for her rather than out of curiosity. Whatever the crazy Mechromancer girl had been working on earlier that she'd heard over Starknet seemed dangeorus--what with the talk of explosives... she was already kicking herself for not heading over here sooner. She had apparently missed the '500 lbs of explosives' bit that was bragged about earlier in the evening. Truthfully, she just didn't want to see the girl get hurt--though she wasn't likely to admit that. She /was/ a bit on the crazy side, she did admit however--which was why the femmebot had taken wing down here to her garage.

"Gaige? Hello?" Ferham called, her wings folding behind her as she let herself in, her boots making clattering noises against the likely dusty floor of her shop. Where /was/ the crazy twin-tailed redhead?
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige turned around! She was... wearing a pair of heavy duty glvoes, a metal face mask, a silver colored apron and, well... it was obvious she'd been working on something heavy duty. Oh dear.

She grinned wide, tossing her power welder to the side and making it crash. "Good! Ferham! I was waiting for you!" she yelled, running over and taking the girl's hands. "Don't worry!" she yelled. "I kind of forgot to wear my ear plugs, so I'm a little deaf! But the nano machines will fix that no problem, you know? Best things ever! Now come on! It's time to see a new-U!"

She grabbed Ferham's hand and hauled her towards the machine and then, kind of rudely, shoved her inside.
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Ferham
|Pose="Gaige! Oh, there you are," Ferham seemed to visibly relax when she saw that Gaige was, well, still in one piece. She's only known the crazy mechinist girl for a few days but she had learned to take care of what friends you had. Even if they hadn't known eachother too long.

"What're you--" she trailed off when Gaige began to speak very loudly to her and in a monotonous tone, realizing the girl had hurt her hearing. Great--she /had/ messed herself up, well, nothing a pair of cyber ears wouldn't fix--

And then Ferham was taken by the wrist and roughly pulled--then shoved into what looked like a large machine--stumbling as she went. Uh oh. Even if the heels on her boots were on the chunky side she could still be thrown off balance--it wasn't hard, especially when you had a cybernetic arm like Gaige did!

"What the...?"
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige grinned as she locked it. "Don't worry, it's fine. You'll be fine. Probably!" Click click. Inside the box was smooth, metal walls. With lots of little grooves that things likely came out of.

After a few moments there was a green light as she was scanned and.... a moment later her outer appearance(sans armor), appeared on the screen(though it did have a default appearance of underwear. It seemed to follow modesty, at least).

"Okay, okay. Let's see. How about.... how's this?" She tapped some buttons, and then it would... "Uh oh. Ack!"

It showed her with... well... It showed her in one of mad moxxi's uniforms, with her hair(or reploid equivalent), dyed to match! And then the slots opened and little arms lanced out, with sprays and other things to make this a reality, even stealing her armor.

Oh this day was going to -suck-.
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Ferham
|Pose=The machine seemed to be able to access Fer's armor program and soon she was standing there in just her black full-body undersuit--looking pretty bewildered and surprised, all things considered.

"What is this--Mmphh!" her voice from inside was muffled as something came down over her face, a makeup applicator mask, she'd likely learn later--which went through the trouble of applying Mad Moxxi's trademark facepaint, lipstick, blush and eyeliner. Her hair was already black and straight, but quite long--and it was given a tease and some curling by the arms that the machine employed. It was this period when the long low-cut dress was pulled onto her--with the long sleeves and cuffs, fishnets, high heeled knee-length boots made to resemble spats--everything went on. As well as fingerless gloves--because of course.

"Mwah--what is..." she blinked as the makeup mask lifted away from her face. Now the high performance combat and flight-equipped reploid lady was affectionately clad in a Mad Moxxi uniform outfit!
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige opened it a moment later. "Ferham I'm so sorry I can fix it I didn't realize that--" She paused and stared. Then... "Oh. Sweet. Your skin is still on. Okay! Now that the test run is done... ummm... hold on." Locked her in again. DANG IT GAIGE!

The screen in front of her showed herself, and now she could click it to adjust hair color, clothing, all that good stuff. "Go ahead, try it out, have fun!"
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Ferham
|Pose="I came down here because I was worried you were--oh right, you can't hear me," Ferham felt dumb for a moment, though she did look great in that outfit, all things considered--one of the arms even came down and planted the fanciful tophat on her head, which gave her just the perfect look. She rolled her eyes a bit, mostly at herself, less at Gaige--she was going to have some words with her mechromancer friend once she was out of there. She tapped experimentally at the screen after the door slammed shut in her face. Now to figure out how to return her gear--her finger tapped at the touch screen--which 'RANDOM' immediately highlighting, as if on it's own. What the?!

Ferham was seized again by the arms--this time a fine nano-bot mist sprayed on her--the makeup dissolving (except for the lipstick and eyeliner) and within seconds her skintone changed entirely from pale to something much swarthier--her fine long black hair becoming a fair bit more curly, while still long--as well as a hot pink color. Her hair even lengthened down her back as the arms continued--slipping on shoulder length velvet gloves, a slinky blue sparkly cocktail dress, pantyhose and a pair of stiletto heels.

Lips pouty and glossy, face and hair done up--Jessica Rabbit, eat your heart out! She was posed with a hand on her hip, idly staring at herself--as if she was mystified by her own appearance.
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige hummed, waited a bit, and once it was done, she... opened the door and stared. She... struggled not to burst into giggles, her hand moving to cover her mouth.

"W-why, Ferham. I never knew you were much of a, snicker, singer. Are you going to give me a song? I could probably hotwire a microphone or... a rocket launcher or something. Probably. I've got a lot of scrap here. I wonder if I could make a karaoke machine..."
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Ferham
|Pose=Ferham was SO going to have words with Gaige when she was out of this predicament. She walked slowly out of the machine, her arms by her sides with her palms flat, daintily--heels clicking against the workshop floor as she looked around, having to tilt her head to bounce a long hot pink curly bang out of her face.

"Man alive, Gaige honey--this place is giving me the hinks!" she was using a fairly outdated and old-timey speech pattern here, looking about as apparently the shop was dusty and was likely gonna get all over her dress. With the hot pink hair and dusky appearance, it might even be a bit hard to recognize her after a trip through Gaige's hot-wired machine.

"Hmm... mic stand, stage, kararoke machine--those all sound like a fine time, honey," she didn't seem to realize Gaige was standing there snickering so much at first, though she tilted her head at her, frowning just a little.

"You /are/ an odd one, aren't you?"
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige stared when she started talking. Stared, stared, stared. Then fell over and just laughed, clutching her stomach and laughing so hard she almost had tears in her eyes. "Oh my gosh you sound rediculous! Did people actually TALK like that? Bah ha ha ha ha! Oh my gosh, hold on. just... just old on. I-I'll see what I can piece together. J-just give me a minute!"

Eventually, she got up and started rummaging about. She grabbed some tools, there were sparks, a few explosions, and then... a microphone was set up. Sorta. It looked more like a voice modulator that had been hotwired to an intercom unit BUT IT WOULD WORK!
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Ferham
|Pose=Ferham frowned and pouted at Gaige very obviously making fun of her, though while the battle-ready femmebot might have usually taken a strong tone with Gaige or gotten in her face--Ferham just sort of made a 'hmph' noise and stood there pouting for a few more moments. She didn't seem to stay angry for long--as she seemed more concerned about the explosions going off where Gaige was working there. When she returned with the microphone, however, she looked like she was delighted.
5r "Oh thanks hon, I appreciate it," she smiled, taking it and brushing her long curly hot pink bangs back again as she began to sing, closing her eyes...

"You had plenty of money in 1922, you let other women make a fool of you..." yes, she was singing 'why don't you do right' by Peggy Lee, followed by a heart-warming rendition of 'Blue Velvet' by Bernie Wayne, but best known for being sung by Bobby Vinton. The battle-hardened female Reploid seemed like quite the starlet! Demure, the right posture and finesse--she was a natural!
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige was getting ALL of this. She had cameras all over her lab! For obvious reasons. Like, if she didn't? She'd likely be dead by now. They also surrounded it. And she was enjoying this too much. She didn't know ANY of these songs, though. Once it was over.

"Sooo. Those songs from your world, or something else? You're like, part machine, right? So does that mean you can just download songs at any time? Or does your memory work like a human's? Do you need to learn things?"
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Ferham
|Pose="Of course I can learn things, hon--and yes, they're from my world," she smiled, gloved fingers still holding the microphone that Gaige had so helpfully made for her. She /had/ done a great job singing too, truth be told--Ferham's normal voice was a deep feminine purr, and she'd put it to good use but also seemed able to raise it for some of the songs--just when she needed to reach the higher notes, anyway. "I can upload them too, if you want, I could probably put more of them in there," she hadn't sung them 'mechanically', to her credit, she'd seemed like she sung the first one a bit off the cuff, actually, at that.

"You're a real nice girl, Gaige--I just wish you'd be more careful and stop making so many explosions--and hurt yourself less, hon," she smiled, sincerely--though also looked a bit concerned. Aww, did Fer really care about the crazy girl?
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige shrugged. "Eh. What's life without a bit of pain and explosions? Boring, that's what. Now, my turn!" She stepped into the machine and started pushing some things as it closed.

"Don't mess with anything!" she called out.

... Well, Ferham was given a golden opportunity here, now wasn't she? Payback! ... Yeah, Gaige didn't think these things through before running head first into danger.
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Ferham
|Pose="Please, honey, do I look like a technician?" Ferham seemed to laugh off the idea that she could affect anything as Gaige disappeared into the machine, the doors closing behind her. As she was in there, Ferham couldn't help but notice the nearby display that Gaige had used earlier--heels clicking as she sauntered over to it.

"Oh, so much dust in here..." she idly swiped at the touch screen with a gloved finger, appraising the amount of dust that wound up on the fabric of her glove--having inadvertently pressed a key on it.

Suddenly, Gaige would notice that the arms deploying the 'badass terminator-esque' outfit she'd selected would shift gears--instead spraying her with a fine mist of nano-bots--that fiery red set of twintails of hers now becoming strawberry blonde--the makeup mask slipping down over her face in a flash and applying bubblegum pink lipstick, eyeliner, dark purple eyeshadow. She was clad in a short pleated skirt with a short-sleeved button-up blouse which was tied at the front, showing off her midriff and naval. Frilly marabou ankle-length socks over feet slipped into black open-toed heels--fairly high ones, too, ones that Gaige would have /no idea/ how to keep her balance in. And over her throat, a cute little choker with a pink charm at the center.
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige grinned wide as she tapped away. She was going to look AWESOME! Black leather jacket, slick black hair, bad ass-- Wait, what was going-- "WAIT! NO!" But, too late.

Her screams of horror were so loud you'd think she was being murdered. Eventually the door opened and she fell out. Literally. Like, actually FELL out. Oh, she just gave the other girl a look of pure murder. While it may have altered Ferham's programming a bit. Gaige did not have programming. What she did have was a desire for vengeance. "I am going to murderize you!" she screamed, before trying to... crawl... at her. Oh gosh she didn't know how to walk in heels. Or murder chase someone! "YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE MARCIE!" She grabbed a metal pipe and struggled to chase the lounge singer!
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Ferham
|Pose="What's wrong, hon?" Ferham was likely confused as to what Gaige's problem was--of course, she had no idea she had interrupted the process and turned Gaige's badass dream outfit into a nightmare!

"Aww, let me help you up there," she'd lift Gaige, with her very potent Reploid strength--hoisting the girl up and likely making her drop the pipe in the process, accidentally.

"Don't you look as cute as a button--wha? you don't like it? Aww let me help you dear," she'd likely be giving Gaige a small tutorial in how to walk in those shoes as she led her back around to the machine, helping her keep her balance as she helped her out of the stiletto pumps.

"You were doing good there, but you need /a lot/ of practice if you wanna strut in those like me," she grinned good naturedly.
}}
{{Single Pose
|Poser=Gaige
|Pose=Gaige was too stunned to speak. She just... there were no words. None. None at all. She just... she just opened her mouth, closed it, opened it. How could you be mad at that? It was like being mad at a gold fish. It didn't know what it did wrong.

Finally... "I don't -wear- high heels." Oh, Moxxi had been trying to get her to do it for ages. 'Really need to pretty yourself up. Wear pretty clothes. Don't flirt, guys like a challenge. Stop watching anime until three in the morning.' Bah, moxxi sucked.

She practically threw herself into the machine, coming out as herself a moment later and then GRABBED Ferhamand tossed her in. Within a few moments, the girl would be back to normal as well. Gaige sighed.

"So, I think we've learned a lot today. If you EVER tell ANYONE about what happened to me there, I will reprogram you. Got it?"
}}

5237/Just a bit of wild fun!

2017-05-08T00:19:22Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/05/05
|Location=Pandora
|Synopsis=Gaige found a friend in Ferham! A robot friend. The BEST KIND!
|Cast of Characters=1112, 516
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' There were some really nice worlds in the multiverse. Pandora wasn't one of them, as the young reploid would likely discover the moment she stepped food into the portal and was greeted by gun fire from bandits. But hey, at least they weren't dug in, so pretty easy to remove. The world was bleak and desolate, nothing but stone and sand to keep her company. Well, and off in the distance, an old broken down jeep, that was currently smoking, and the annoyed teenager sitting in the back, splayed out and listening to her tunes. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The warpgate was unrecognizable to Ferham, so it was perhaps with little surprise she wound up somewhere she didn't recognize as she was dropped into Pandora. It was not far from the wastelands she had woken up in--so one had to wonder if she hadn't been in some part of it initially--a part of it that had spilled over onto that part of the warpgate, anyway. It would have made sense given the surroundings there--and what she was in now.      There was sand.      Not the most welcome sight to be greeted with, neither was the gunfire coming her way.      "Ugh," she raised her wings and turned so as to use them as shields as she tried to find cover--she didn't want to catch a high calibre round in the face, one of them could get lucky and do some real damage.      "Quit it!" she shouted, before releasing a blast of cryogenic energy directly from her palm--freezing the sand in front of her and building up into an icewall. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' She was greeted by a taunting call. "We're just gonna kill you a little bit!" Gaige frowned and then... "Ughhhhhh. Someone came through the portal again. Come on... oh, right. Sent Clap trap off already. Welp, guess it's just me! Wooo!" The bandits kept shooting, trying to blow her up before tossing grenades. "MY SKIN IS A UKELE!" ... What? The most surprising thing was likely when one of them ran AROUND the ice wall and held up a grenade to blow them BOTH up! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Now normally, Ferham was aware, that most elites wouldn't really try to give random attackers like this a chance to stand down--but she had, and she was feeling the sting of other people probably being right, and she wrong. Well this still didn't sit okay with her--even as she watched the icewall she put up begin to get shot up and crumble bit by bit.      As the man ran around the ice wall, she realized she had two options--freeze him, and it might explode anyway and make a human slushie--or try to remove the grenade--she opts for the latter.      WHIP-CRACK.      The glowing blue length of her whip slings out--trying to knock the device away from the man--after that, well--she'd try to loop it around his legs to trip him. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' The grenade went flying, booming a bit off, not hurting physically, but probably hearing wise. The psycho went down as well. "I can stil ltaste her lovely sweet box!" the psycho raved. "She fed me such tears of ecstacy!" The man then tried to crawl after her, reaching for another grenade on his belt. Holy crud, what WAS this person? And there was more fire and-- Then a loud hum, followed by a metalic screeching sound. Followed by LASERS! And then a gun shot. One of the men attacking her went down, shot through the head by a sniper rifle(his hear arching electricity). The other one was being electrocuted by lasers as Deathtrap, the flying robot, ran at him. Then started slashing. Well, if nothing else, this lured their attention away from her. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      As the man went down, she snapped her whip back and flexed her clawed, gloved hand, peering back at the men with a stoic look, but with just the hint of a cringe.      "On first date?" she cracked knuckles as she flexed her black taloned gloved fingers, knees bending as her wings spread out at her side and she kicked herself into action as the lasers came at her.      Ferham as a Reploid possessed superior speed to a human, even to a lot of cyborgs--cybernetic prothestics or the more advanced tattoo sorts--her glove forming a fist as she began to zip between them and deliver punches--trying to knock them down and out without killing them--well, mostly. The gloves were coming off, pardon the expression.      The headshot surprised her, causing her to pause momentarily and her eyes to widen--but she continued to try taking them out. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige blinked a few times, letting out a low whistle. Death trap had no qualms about slaughtering them when they were down, though. For good reason, likely. The girl with the sniper rifle stowed it, making the gun de-digistruct into her pack as she walked forward. "Hey! Girl! Over here! You trying to get yourself killed?" she yelled. "Those are psychos! If you don't kill them, they'll kill you!" Seriously, though. Those wings. Looked. AWESOME! And her armor was soooooo coooooool. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham was confused as she came to a stop and saw Gaige. For a moment her eyes widened and she might have thought Miss Clokwerk was running towards her--the image of which was then overlapped with Yari--before she realized no, wrong color pigtails.      "Psychos? So I noticed," she looked down at her glove, no blood--that was good. She hadn't intended to hit them that hard. Her wings folded back behind her, as she came to rest on a spot on the sand, her high heeled thigh-high boots sinking into it just a bit. Clearly not the kind of footwear intended for this, but..      "Sorry, you reminded me of someone else," she shook her head, realizing she had looked at the girl a bit weird.      "Are you alright? We should go, they didn't seem very rational," she looked over at her, realizing she was some sort of high-tech user. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige shrugged. "Nah, what's the rush?" Then drew her shot gun and started SHOOTING them as they started to get up. "Besides! I kind of wrecked the car. Well, over heated it! So like, I'm waiting for it to cool, anyway!" She yelled over the gun fire. Well, if the other girl had qualms about shooting people, this girl certainly didn't. "You're from off world, right? That cute boy tried to disarm them too. It was cute. Dumb. But cute. Seriously, who does your armor, though? That's some fiiiiiine looking tech you got going on there!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham cringed and held her hands up as if to shield herself from the gunshots--but then looked down with a disturbed expression at the now corpses. That was pretty brutal, but they /did/ try to kill her just now.      "I don't /like/ to kill people," Ferham shook her head, "Or anything sentient, really, but--thank you," she took a deep breath. She wasn't from here, it was true, for all she knew these were like, plague punks, or something--or mutants.      "I'm Ferham, what's your name?" she asked, blinking a bit at the questions. "Err... I'm a Reploid, this is my personal armor suit, I came with it," she shakes her head. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige nodded. "Well, they aren't people. They're psychos. There's no mind left in them. If you had seen the things they do to people... well, trust me. You see one of these guys, you shoot to kill. Because if they get their hands on you, you'll just hope they kill you." "I'm Gaige! What's a reploid?" Holding out her hand to shake it and... if she did, she might notice Gaige had a robot hand too. Also, she'd pull the girl in and... "Wait. Is this armor attached to your skin?" Her eyes would almost glimmer. "Oh my gosh! ARE YOU A CYBORG?!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Unfortunate," Ferham raised an arm like she was showing off her bicep--actually she was just using her other arm to brush sand off her. She would be happy if she never saw sand again.      "It's a type of sentient robot, not necessarily humanoid--I just happen to be, in my world there are a lot more like me," she replied, green eyes widening at the metallic, silver-skinned hand and arm that she used to shaek hers with. She hadn't been using a heavy amount of grip, so she might seem a bit weak in comparison to the hold Gaige had--and she's pulled closer, her boots struggling to stay balanced on the sand, thanks to not expecting it.      "Hello to you, too," she said, now peering down at Gaige from inside arm's length. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige gasped, giving a little sqwee of delight. "A sentient robot? That is the sexiest thing EVER!" And then started circling the girl. "Wait, is that a sub-atomic gravity stabilizer? Ohhhh, is that a tri-focal dihydrogen monorecepter array? DUDE! Do you shoot MISSILES?" she asked, before she started listing off more parts. Many of which didn't likely mean much sense. And she kept poking at the other girl. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I fly by something like a 'repulsor', do you know of the technology?" Ferham could even keep up with Gaige, for a little bit--but even her endless parts listing and scrutiny began to overwhelm her, after a while.      "Well, it's nice to be admired," she smiled a little bit, after taking a deep breath and sigh. "Most humans don't refer to me as such, except for my body shape," she shrugged a little, but didn't seem to take offense.      "I take it you work a lot with machines, you reminded me of some friends of mine, too," perhaps that was why she was so sweet on the girl as it was, she literally reminded her that much of Yari. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige snickered softly. "Are you kidding? I'm the greatest mechromancer in the galaxy in this verse. I built deathtrap all by myself. And he's like, a THOUSAND times better than any of that mass produced junk that hyperion could make. And I built him out of the stuff in my garage. Oh, and I built my arm. Pretty rad, right?" She then snorted. "Who cares about your shape? What kind of core are you running? Oh my gosh, seriously. I would give like, anything if you'd let me see some of your blue prints. And yeah, I almost used a repulsor to keep Deathtrap flying all the times." He de-digistructed then. "But like, I ended up going with an anti-grav unit. Less issues with the sand and stuff, you know? Bit more of a power drain, but it increased the weight limit so I could use a bigger core." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It's fairly advanced compared to some of the designs I've seen," Ferham nodded at the arm, looking down at the one she'd used to tug her closer--it was definitely strong. "It's something like that, but it allows for unrestricted flight," Ferham thought about it a little, "Anti-grav is essentially what it is, I also carry a cryogenics system," she didn't move away from Gaige just yet, either.      "I've been cleaned up a little bit since I came back online, but if you want I could give you a closer look if we could go somewhere else," she smiled. "Somewhere more private?" griiiin. 

:'''{{#var:1112|Gaige (1112)}} has posed:''' Gaige was still circling the girl. Then gasped, her eyes gleaming. "Oh my gosh, yes! I have a full tool box back home and like, a deep scanner I use to fix deathtrap whenever he gets a little too wrecked! I mean, sure, the digistruct solves most issues, but sometimes you got to upgrade, you know? And sometimes the upgrades don't always work right!" Of course she completely missed ANY and all innuendo at the promise of seeing more deck. Instead taking the girl's hand and dragging her back to the jeep. Another door had fallen off. "Ugh, Scooter has got to get this thing fixed. Good for five hundred crashes my butt." There were no seat belts. And she kind of... almost tossed the poor girl in the passenger seat. And they were off! And oh gosh Gaige was the worst driver! SHE DROVE OUT OF HER WAY TO RUN OVER SKAGS! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham found herself being dragged--her boots still planted where they were, but Gaige was pulling her along anyway! It looked rather humorous, actually.      "I was going to ask you if you wanted a lift--but this works too!" Ferham wasn't too afraid of going places recklessly at high speeds, but even she had to admit that the ride would leave her a bit... on edge. Next time, she resolves, she'll drive. 
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5231/Resurrection of The Bat

2017-05-02T06:44:02Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/05/02
|Location=The Tapestry
|Synopsis=Kari Wolf, Staren and Princess Luna respond to a gunbattle over a strange ancient book sought after by Dracula cultists... but they find something else!
|Cast of Characters=640, 276, 993, 42
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      A reputed very /rare/ and valuable book has exchanged hands in one of the cities on the outer edges of the Tapestries. It was said to contain ~EVIL SPIRITS~ and a very rich businessman has paid mercenaries a lot of money to make sure whatever is inside the book stay hidden forever.      That was until the armed convoy transporting the rare artifact was attacked by persons unknown--and the aftermath of what is just currently playing out when the report of this mess is heard. Someone is trying to steal a rare, possibly magical tome, which is heard to contain a dangerous evil spirit. Whether this is paydirt for the more inclusive, or a call to arms for the protection of the mighty, well...      Currently one of the large SUVs that the black-suited mercenaries has been overturned--and there is still machine gun fire from MP5s and other small arms--there are a few of the blacksuited security dead in the streets--as well as what look like dark heavily clothed hooded men, firing back with AK-style rifles. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari was hired because she's small and unobtrusive. So while the hooded mooks with guns are taking all the attention, the tiny robot skates along the road, taking care to hug cover where she can. She's painted herself with various gray colors as some kind of camouflage, though it's clear it wasn't applied expertly or particular well. The shinki was told to get the book. The book. Which she presumes is guarded by the people who came out of the overturned SUV.     Skate skate skate... Hopefully she can make it without too much trouble. 

:'''{{#var:993|Princess Luna (993)}} has posed:'''      As she is usually in the vicinity and happy to help, Princess Luna of Equestria departed her world quickly after hearing the call for assistance. Keeping evils sealed within magical items is kind of within her jurisdiction, after all. The combatants down below might notice a cloud of midnight blue smoke twinkling with starlight that closes in on their position rapidly. It comes to rest just above the overturned SUV, then solidifies into the tall, majestic form of Princess Luna. Her horn glows as soon as she is solid and a translucent shield of pale blue energy surrounds her to deflect any shots that might come her way.      "Stop this attack at once and surrender, or thou shalt face destruction!" the bipedal pony princess exclaims as she holds a hand above her head. In a flash of pale blue light she summons a beautiful, dark-looking scythe that she brings down with a resounding thud on the overturned vehicle in an attempt to draw attention. "Thy misdeeds shalt not be rewarded this day!" she calls out in a voice that makes the area shudder lightly before she swings her scythe, sending cutting blades of magic at the apparent cultists.      Kari goes unnoticed by the princess, but surely presents an imposing figure atop that SUV, with her tall stature, spread wings, and flowing ethereal mane and tail. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     The League wants the book. Evil spirit-books aren't something Staren is comfortable with experimenting on alone, so he's just here for acquirement so someone more qualified can examine the book safely later.     He feels kind of awkward as he approaches and sees people are already dying over this, and also Luna is here. After what happened with Lise, he feels kind of bad about looking even /worse/ to the princess, but... that's going to be inevitable, he supposes.     He pulls an SMG from his bag and fires rockets as he approaches -- they explode into rapidly-hardening goo to try and entrap Luna.     AFTER shooting, he shouts, "The League is going to have their best experts look over the book, taking every precaution. We don't want to set evil spirits free any more than you do." 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      The Camou-shinki may notice that the hooded men seem to display the same kind of purple colored robe of Shaft, a cohort of Count Dracula--from confed times. Was this something connected with him? Something his followers or cultists really wanted to preserve or get back?      Bullets do ping off Princess Luna's blue magical aegis--from both sides. They are not sure what to make of her, partly--though the cultists do take the opportunity of the security mercenaries momentary surprise to gain around and ventilate a few more of their number!      At least a few do--a few more are caught by her scythe's wave of magic and thrown back--through the air, scattering almost like bugs.      The security mistake Staren for another cult member and begin shooting at him--one even getting stuck in the splashes of goo meant for Luna.      Meanwhile, a certain purple robed cultist with what looks like a large golden bat-shaped buckle for the clasp on his robes seems to be making off down the road with something! 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari peers up at the winged unicorn woman who's colored like the night sky. That is so much cooler than the urban camo that Kari applied to herself. She makes a mental note to do something like that at some point.     "So cool..." The shinki whispers. Suddenly the dude trying to make a break for it catches her eye. He has something, clearly! The shinki skates after the cultist, summoning three tiny armed drones to help her chase the guy down. A quiet radio signal to Staren pings the impending escapee. 

:'''{{#var:993|Princess Luna (993)}} has posed:'''      Her attempt at drawing attention works a bit too well. Princess Luna's eyes widen as she feels impacts on her shield from pretty much all directions except maybe from above. Her horn glows more brightly as she tries to keep all the bullet fire at bay. Cracks start to appear in her shield, and Staren's rocket explosion finishes it off. There is a sound like shattering glass as the magic barrier is sundered before Luna falls to the side, covered in the sticky goo from Staren's gun. "By the stars! What is this!" Luna exclaims as she tries to free herself, only to be quickly glued to the overturned SUV.      She follows the path of the shot to Staren and, combined with his declaration, her eyes widen before seeming to burn with anger. "You! Thy arrogance and thirst for knowledge could lead to disaster for masses! I have seen countless times the sorts of evils contained within such talismans!" she bellows in her Canterlot Voice, again shaking the ground with its force. She pulls with all her might against the goo, then grimaces as more gunfire reaches her. Unprotected, the princess is perforated by several rounds before she flattens against the top of the car. Her horn glows as she tries to re-establish the shield while she cuts at the hardened goo with her scythe. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     The riot foam is tough, but can't stand up to any serious elite effort.     Staren sighs, radioing Kari back, <"It could be a trick... Keep an eye on him, I'll check the van.">     Bullets riddle his forcefield, breaking and shattering its outermost layers as he runs for the van to try and use it for cover. To Luna, he replies: "I've saved worlds. You don't know /anything/ about this talisman, and neither do I. That's why I'm going to take it to an expert to examine. I advise that you do the same if I lose. Ainsley can probably tell what's up."     He draws a federation phaser and fires back at both sides with stun shots -- when he fires, the shield has to briefly lower and bullets hit his armor. He can't afford to take too long to do this... 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      The Shinki gains on the apparently scooting and higher ranking cult member--who seems to be intent on getting away with the prize!      Princess Luna has goo shot at her by the catboy, and is apparently caught in his rocket goo trap! As well as shot! Ouch. Seems like the dark pony queen is having some trouble there!      Some distance away, the cultist with the elaborate robe clasping begins to rifle through something--it's the book! He's apparently trying to descipher whatever it is inside of it--perhaps to unleash whatever power it contains! There seems to still be time to stop him! 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari is not entirely sure she should try to take on a nasty looking person like that all on her own. Normal sized people tend to cause her problems. But the goal is the book, and that person might have the book. The shinki sees that the guy has stopped, giving her mini-machines a chance to catch up and remain within control range. So Kari directs the drones to shoot the tiny laser beams into the cultist's backside to draw his attention away from whatever he's rifling through.     "Hey you!" Kari adds, just to make extra sure the head cultist is distracted. 

:'''{{#var:993|Princess Luna (993)}} has posed:'''      The book! Perhaps Luna can get to it before the others and whisk it away to safety within the vaults of Canterlot Castle! The slicing from her scythe seems to do the trick, and Luna manages to get her own shield back up despite a few bullet wounds. She spreads her wings and takes off like a shot, trying to get to the cultist that seems to be holding the book. "Examining such things is exactly how those evils are released! If thou hast truly saved worlds in the past, thou must surely be aware of that!" she calls out to Staren as she races toward the cultist.      In an effort to keep him from activating the book, Luna's horn glows more brightly and her telekinetic powers grasp the book. She tries to wrestle it away from him as Kari provides some distraction of her own. "Give me that book! Whatever thy intent, such things are too dangerous for the average citizen!" 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren looks in the SUV for the book or an Obvious Suitcase or the like. Nothing except guns. Damn. How did that purple-cloak guy get the book?! Luna shouting at him confirms it.     Staren manifests energy wings and flies after cultist leader guy. "I've also seen tools of evil turned to good! And do you seriously think someone pulling off an operation like this is an 'average citizen'?"     "What are you gonna do, lock it up without even looking at it and hope the seal doesn't degrade or wear off? Even if you're sure what's inside is evil, all the MORE reason you need to understand the seal! What if it was created by a mere 'average citizen', huh?!" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      The head cultist is distracted by Kari--and suddenly finds himself trying to wrest control of it over some external force--which he clearly recognizes is Princess Luna. He is trying really hard to keep control of it--but he can't reach for a weapon AND hold onto the book at the same time, straining against Luna's telekinetic might! He is insane, of course--belonging to Dracula's cult--and doing so gives him a tenacious will to hold onto it--so while Luna's force begins to pull him closer to her, he's not letting go yet.      The man WHIRLS as he is swooped down on by Staren--finally letting go of the book to try and pull what looks like a high-powered pistol from inside his robes and fire at him--the book lands on the ground. Open.      Eldritch energies begin to pour OUT of the book as what looks like several hitodama--blue will'o'wisps, the dead souls of humans--spring fourth and a light is projected up out of it--a winged and humanoid shape elongating as energies pour forth from the book! 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari look at the figure emerging from the book, then at Princess Luna as things go so very very wrong. She thinks that maybe whatever world Luna is from also is where the book is from. But then why are these guys dressed like the old Count's associates. Too weird.     Kari elects to flee from the fracas, as the small shinki doesn't cherish the idea of being fried by magic, and so skates away to hide behind a convenient streetlight. 

:'''{{#var:993|Princess Luna (993)}} has posed:'''      It might seem unusual, but when the head cultist suddenly releases the book it throws Luna off balance as surely as if she had been holding the book in her hands. The sudden release of force sends Luna tumbling through the air for a few moments before landing on a three-point stance on the ground near the book. She blinks as she sees it start to glow and those soul lights emerge, followed by the rising form of a demonic-looking (at least to Luna's eyes at this point) creature.      Well, Staren might be able to say told you so after this. Hopefully he is smart enough to resist. Either way, all there is to do now is watch as whatever creature is imprisoned in the book emerges. Luna slowly rises back to her full height, then grips her scythe tightly as she prepares to assault whoever or whatever this is. "...well, it would seem studying the book may be a moot point now." she says to no one in particular. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren's too close for the forcefield to protect him -- the bullet hits the armor and dents it. "Agh!" Staren reaches for the book but too late. He swears.     "Alright none of that matters now, just do your thing!" He fires his beam cannons at the ghostly figure in hopes it can be damaged! 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      The full power pistol in the cultist's hand bangs off several rounds--denting Staren's armor--half emptying the magazine on him, realizing that Staren is trying to fire upon and thus damage the entity he's been trying to secure--he throws himself in front of it!      "Lord Drac--ughh--uulaaaa..." he seems to have been injured as the beam cannon hits him--in his upper body. He lands on the ground and tries to pull himself toward the shape that is emerging out of the ghostly light...      Black and red inverness cape does not greet him, but there is the distinct shape of what looks like a blood red stiletto heel? The cultist is perhaps a bit confused when he sees it attached to what looks like the slender form of a humanoid woman--with bat wings, and fur! She's wearing a whispy black dress and stretches out her arms and wings, as if she's been couped up for a very, very long time.      "Oh my, I have you lovelies to thank for letting me out, don't I? Aww, you poor thing," Echo reaches down to the very wrong and very confused cultist--who's eyesight is failing him even as she picks him up. This wasn't the dark lord he was after! What had he done?! 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     "Oh come on!" Staren shouts as the cultist takes a beam shot meant for the entity. "...Wait, you thought DRACULA was in this book?!"     And then Echo emerges! He levels the phaser at her because it's in his hand while the beam cannons are cooling down. "Alright you, talk fast!" 

:'''{{#var:993|Princess Luna (993)}} has posed:'''      Princess Luna is left to merely watch as Staren and his armor weather a direct attack from a pretty dangerous looking weapon. When the cultist seems surprised by the person emerging, it leaves Luna baffled as well. "...this is not even the being who was the motivation behind thy attack?" she says, her expression deadpan. She shakes her head, then holds out a hand and her horn glows. Her own shield disappears as she puts a restrictive bubble around the apparent bat woman. "Please do not resist. Thou art under arrest for suspicion of being a destructive, evil entity. If these beliefs are false, we will have to detain you until it is sorted out. If thou art in fact an evil being, we may be able to help thee in thy efforts to reform." she says.      Of course, Luna has already been weakened by the fight. Her shield is strong, but not impenetrable. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren looks at Luna. "SERIOUSLY?" Then he shrugs, "Eh, well, I was gonna shoot her so I guess arresting her's no worse." 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Ah, a unioner--I didn't expect to get VICTIMS so soon," Echo crackes her knuckles, her long crimson nails flaring as she worked her slender white-furred hands. "You, take a nap," she puts the cultist to sleep, who lands in a heap next to her, her wings flaring out--but then she suddenly doubles over, her chest apparently cramping up.      "Gah... so hungry, I feel faint--I don't even think I can handle this catboy joker," Echo blinked at Princess Luna.      "That's.. not Ebon Ribbon, reminds me a bit of her though," she looks non-plussed.      "What IS this place, what HAPPENED--" she looked around, confused--her illusionary magic already calling down what looked like a horde of white bats to distract Staren and Luna! 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     "The Union's gone." This isn't some ancient evil. They know names, RECENT names. "I'm with the League now. And a lot of former Confederates are too, so if you'll just explain what you WANT-- agh!" As the bats come down he fires the phaser (now back on stun) at her and raises a hand to shield himself... Though what the bats actually hit is the forcefield coming back on. "Why were you in that book?! Who are you?! We can TALK about this, you know!" He shouts through the cloud of bats. The bat-cloud. 

:'''{{#var:993|Princess Luna (993)}} has posed:'''      Luna frowns lightly at Staren. "And I suppose when I emerged from the moon thou wouldst have done away with me as well." she says to him. She moves closer to Echo, keeping the shield in place. "I cannot say exactly where we are, but-" Then, bats! Luna really isn't scared of bats, especially illusory white bats. But, the impact of the bat storm is enough to be distracting, and Luna's shield flickers as she tries to shield herself from the bats. "Yes! We can talk! I myself was once imprisoned in a similar way! But, I was purified and now live quite happily as a good person and a member of the Paladins!" she says as she crouches down close to the shield to try and get some protection against the conjured bats. "Much has changed over the last few months! Please surrender, and we might be able to help thee!" 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     "You'll note I did ask her to talk first, and now I'm not shooting her." Staren replies to Luna. "Well I mean it's on stun now so it doesn't count."     "Yeah! Stop the bats and we can totes talk! You want exposition, I was THERE when the Union fell!" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Gone?" Echo blinked her yellow cat-like eyes as she looks over at Staren. "Gone but you're still alive? Hmph, clearly whoever did it missed a few spots," Echo's eyes are wide as the phaser hits her--causing her to go down on one knee--groaning.      "Purified? please honey," Echo brought her head up, looking over at Luna with one eye winced shut, as if to say 'nuh-uh girlfriend'.      Echo's eyes suddenly begin to glow red and the phaser Staren is holding will suddenly look alot like a giant cobra in his hand! Is it another trick!? or are the bats really there? 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren drops the phaser-cobra. "Hey!" He backs away, "I'm not saying you need to be purified, but with that attitude you'll find few friends here!" 

:'''{{#var:993|Princess Luna (993)}} has posed:'''      Luna looks a bit offended at being addressed in such a manner, but that is forgotten as Staren is suddenly holding a cobra! She brings the shield in closer until it forms into bindings that wrap around Echo's middle, binding her arms to her sides. "What is thy intention now that thou art freed from that prison? And why is it that thou ended up imprisoned in the first place?" she says, keeping Echo between herself and the cobra-phaser. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      The cobra turns back to the phaser as Echo's magical influence over her illusion begins to wane--as does her stomach begin to grumble again.      "I'm hungry, damnit--what're you--" her arms are suddenly stuck to her sides by Luna's magical bindings.      "Been imprisoned in that book close to 4 seaosns now--urgh..." she looked like she was faint again--slumping down and settling on her side as she splayed out against the ground. Did Princess Luna just subdue Echo?! 

:'''{{#var:993|Princess Luna (993)}} has posed:'''      "She is weak from hunger, it seems." Luna says as Echo apparently collapses. She bubbles Echo within that gentle blue light, then lifts her up. "I suppose with her free from the book, studying it is much less dangerous. Perhaps we can satisfy both our objectives." she says to Staren. "But, I hope thy curiousity does not result in more creatures being released."      Luna then spreads her wings, preparing to leave with her prisoner. She pauses a moment, then looks at Staren again. "...didst thou see a very tiny human running about, or were my eyes deceiving me?" 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Hmm. Illusion? Or temporary transformation? Staren picks it up and puts his weapons away.     Luna's subdued Echo and is focused on her. Staren feels slightly bad for her, but he's not sure there'd be any benefit to taking Echo back to the League, and it's risky.     "I hope you can find a way to help her be a better person." Staren says solemnly. "I assure you, we'll put the best people we can find on it." he replies, re: the book, picking it up. He doesn't answer Luna's other question, turning into a beam of red light and shooting up into the sky as his ship's teleporter beams him up. 
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5147/A Mouse in the House

2017-03-18T02:46:17Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      There's been some reports going around that there is some ungainly criminal activity going on in a warehouse somewhere in Boston, somewhere in the tapestry. The Watch is a likely candidate to pick up on this intelligence and it is not exactly difficult to sniff out the whereabouts, given that well, there are a whole lot fewer versions of that city around anymore. At least with the strange 'shrinking' the 'verse has done lately the amount of people freaked out by strange characters is getting much and much less.      Right now however, the temperature in Boston is a bit chilly--averaging around 10C at the warmest during the day, with the mornings and evenings a fairly brisk 0-3C, and it does seem to be getting fairly late out here. The Warehouse itself is located near the docks, where deliverymen are regularly warned about the rats--which have carried off larger men than the henchmen currently stationed at said warehouse, which seem to be your typical New Englander shoveheads. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace is another rodentine presence on the docks tonight, apparently unbothered by the cold. Hiding is, however, considerably harder for her than it is for the rats around, considering she's eight feet tall, somewhere in the region of 500lb in weight, and covered in fur of a shade that could be considered 'laboratory test rodent white'. That said, she's got her bike - an electric model she's testing - sat behind a van, and it's from there that she's covertly observing the place, hoping to be unobtrusive. Holstered alongside the fuel tank, one will find a lever-action shotgun, and a baseball bat, just in case she's spotted... 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      The engine of the motorcycle might have been enough to get a few of the roughs inside to get suspicious--which involves them peeking out the slat on the front of the warehouse door--though no 8 foot tall bionic woman is to be found.      "Hey boss, I think there is someone here."      The boston-talking tough was of course talking to The Dandy, who was kicking back with his fedora down over his face--clad uniformely in a white suit, not unlike perhaps the mouse outside. He was laying atop a pile of stacked boxes with his arms crossed behind his head, apparently catching something of a nap--what can we say? It had only just started getting dark out, and the daytime did tend to make even artificial vampires sleepy...      Tubalcain, or the 'Dandy' doesn't seem to make a big deal out of the man's warning at first, barely making a reaction, in fact.      "So go check it out," he replies in what sounds like a Spanish accented voice. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace watches from her observation point behind the van. She frowns quietly as the mook gets close, though when he does, he'll be coming face-to-face with the giant mouse. "Hi." she says, crouched behind the van. "Someone order a strippogram? Giant alien mouse special?" She says, somewhat hesitantly. 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "Oh yeah sure one sec I'll be right the fuck witcha--WHOOO!" the man suddenly realizes after doing a double take that the woman's voice belongs to that of an 8-foot, bionic mouse. He nearly falls right the heck over, and scrambles to get back up and pull himself up while simultaneously running to the door.      It turns out that Leyanne is /not/ the kind of thing one wants to see while half in the wrapper, or in more English parlance, 'proper caned'. It's not even absolutely sure this man has been drinking etiher, but regardless.      "There's a--it's a--what the fuck--" the man is awkwardly trying to get back to the door of the warehouse after having ducked out to check things out. What will Leyanne do!? 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace curses as that one doesn't work... well, not like she was expecting it to. Hopefully before he can get fully into view of the warehouse, she jumps up and attempts to bring him down before he can alert the others. Shit. She pulls the baseball bat from its holster and launches it after him... this was NOT how this was supposed to go! The plan /was/ to find out what they were up to. Tiny's not going to bother them over a bit of weed or minor issues like that. But then, such things wouldn't reach the notice of the Watch... 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      The baseball bat, thrown through the air like the hammer of thor brings down the terrified creep as he's left lying on the ground, with the warehouse door unlocked in front of him. Score! Apparently now Leyanne is going in hot--perhaps a bit less so than her original intention, anyhow!      The Dandy Man however has heard that, though he's not alarmed--he's actually just wondering what the heck his subordinate got himself into out there, so he finally gets up--the lazy arse--and begins to proceed outside, shaking sleep out of his eyes and senses. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace cusses at the loud clatter the baseball bat makes after hitting the back of the dude's head. "Fuckit." She mutters. "We're doin' it live." And pausing only to grab her shotgun and slip it into a holster at the small of her back, the mouse calmly walks towards the doors, retrieving her bat along the way. She holds the weapon in her right hand... the left could be considered a weapon in its own right. 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      So Tubalcain Alhambra comes strutting out, looking like he's fairly casual still and not expecting at all the huge as fuck Mouse woman to come charging towards him--HOLDING A BASEBALL BAT, of all things, as well.      Tubalcain stops and peers up--from Leyanne's feet to the top of her head and the mars mouse feeler things atop her head. He swiftly reaches into the breast pocket of his shirt, pulls out a flask, looks at it, and then throws it away.      Clearly there is something wrong here, and he's hoping it was whatever hooch he had in that bottle. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace smirks at the reaction, swinging the bat around her hand. "If yer only dealing with weed or minor shit like that I owe you whatever you think's reasonable for beaning fatboy over there" she nods to the KO'd mook. "If you're dealing with shit worse than weed... you might want to get that flask. You're probably gonna need what's in it by the time I'm done with you." 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "Eh, he could have tripped, I guess, maybe you're just a hallucination?" Dandy tilted his head, apparently shining her on a little--he's worked with the armadillo girl that was in Concord before, so he has definitely seen some strange shit so far--but Leyanne here apparently is sort of 'sterno hangover plus LSD' territory.      "Unless maybe you can tell me what I need to be smoking to see something like you, chica," he raised a brow at her, tilting his head back a fair bit to make sure he is looking at her face. He was just a bit under six feet himself, or so--so there is a size difference. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace shakes her head with a laugh "Nah man, I'm as real as they come. Multiverse is a fuckin' strange place, right?" She laughs, swinging the bat around her hand again - the other way, this time. She stops just over a swing's distance from the Dandy - far enough way that it might be considered non-threatening, but... close enough should things go south. She hopes. 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "So, I take it you didn't think there was any... cheese in there, did you? We're not dealing in cheese, unfortunately--what did you say your name was?" Tubalcain waits a moment for her to respond, before adding. "I am Tubalcain Alhambra--but my friends, they call me the 'Dandy Man', so, is there something I can help you with?" he takes out a small clove cigarette and lights up, shaking the match out before discarding it and replacing the book in his inside breast pocket.      "I mean, I take it none of the boys in here ordered an 8 foot tall mouse girl," he said, matter of factly. AT LEAST MAYBE HE HOPES THEY DIDN'T. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace shakes her head "Not after cheese, nah. My mates heard there was something dodgy going on here... me and the law got different views on what's dodgy, so if there's nothin' -really- bad going on I'm inclined to live and let live, y'know? Name's Leyanne Mace. Most people call me Tiny." She grins, letting the bat hang loose in her hand. Her whiskers and antennae are constantly in motion - a distant siren is tracked by one of the doodlie-boppers for a moment, and when an unpleasant scent sweeps briefly in off the water, nose and antenne recoil in equal measure. 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah, there might be, what's it to you?" Dandy isn't reacting exactly hostile yet, but he doesn't seem like he'll just walk away, even when confronted with an 8' tall Mouse alien cyborg wielding a baseball bat. Which is pretty scary, don't get us wrong.      Dandy watches the martian mouse's feelers, apparently noticing that this isn't just an animal person--this is something a fair bit more 'exotic' on top of that. Egads! A mutant, maybe? or some kind of... alien? It's not impossible, tons of people are technically 'aliens', especially when crossing over into other worlds. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace does have a rather obvious tattoo, now that one mentions it, a heart with text that says 'Kiss me I'm an alien' on her right breast, peeking out above her tank top. "Well... see, I'm not really the lawful type." She says, pleasantly. "If you're not doing anything that'll really fuck people up... I don't have a problem with you. Keep on makin' people happy. If, on the other hand it's guns, or meth, or any of the really nasty shit in there that'll fuck up someone's day, well... this conversation isn't going to stay pleasant for long, y'know?" 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "Not right now, anyway, really," Tubalcain admits, reaching up to brush some dust or debris off the shoulders of his suit jacket, looking back at the man that's just getting up. He's still rather frightened and frazzled and runs back into the warehouse, before the door clangs shut awkwardly behind him.      "And what if there are drugs? I don't suppose I can pay you to look the other way?" he asks, peering up at Leyanne still, to remain keeping eye contact. Eye contact is important for predators, that's why their eyes face forward, after all. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace 's left eye will draw the attention. It's a cybernetic replacement, and there seems to be some text surrounding the lens itself, and a faintly glowing green surround. She doesn't break eye contact either, though she does have the typical hyperalertness of a prey species with her other senses; every noise is tracked and identified for a moment. She shrugs. "Depends on the drug. I mean I ain't got much problem with weed... bootleg booze I might buy off you. If it's the stuff that don't fuck yer life up... behold the field in which I grow my fucks, man, it ain't been planted in years." 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "Nah, I threw that away when I saw you," Tubalcain casually if sheepishly admits, on the bootleg booze part, anyway. "Perhaps then I could possibly... depart the situation with your blessings then, hmm? this operation is not exactly worth my time, but I might fall under scrutiny if I'm not doing my job to my contacts," he reaches up to idly brush a gloved finger over his short, timmed moustache.      "Perhaps you'd like to help me with a little job or the like? and in turn we can call this a draw?" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace nods a little. "I ain't got a problem. Not gonna squeak on you." She smiles. "Unless of course I find the nasty shit's been pulled through here on your watch. That'd piss me off a bit." A pause at the mention of a job. Now he has her undivided attention. "What kinda job? Bear in mind, I don't hurt folks who don't deserve it, I don't guard the evil stuff, and I'm not a contract killer." 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "I don't know, I could use a distraction while I pull off a job somewhere, perhaps--you aren't opposed to a little peacekeeping operation, are you?" Tubalcain seems to let the subject of the narcotics operation go unheeded for now, he seems to have the mouse where he wants them with his fast-talking ways.      "It would all be for a noble cause, of course," he grinned. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace nods a bit "Sounds like something I might be able to help with. Of course, I'm not exactly inconspicuous, so if it's a quiet job I ain't the mouse you want." She smiles. "Noble cause? C'mon man that's stretching it ain't it?" She laughs. "Nah. You're in it to get paid, even if there is a greater noble cause. Nothing wrong with that, of course." 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "Quiet? Ehh, I wasn't exactly thinking quiet," gears in Tubalcain's head are turning, a plan is forming--one that utilizes said amazonian alien mouse cyborg woman. "Oh no, I'm telling the truth, I have to dispose of lets say... a very bad man. Are you in?" he looks her up and down again, as if sizing her up.      "My only question is... how do you look in a dress?"      Dun dun DUUUN. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace looks down at herself, with a blink. "I... have no idea, actually." She admits. "This sounds like an interesting tale to tell the lads back home..." 
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5039/Wings of Death

2017-01-22T05:07:29Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      A quiet farm on the boarder of the world of ruin. A herd of sheep graze idly while a man in heavy work clothes watches over them, with a wide-brimmed hat and what looks like a beat up rifle. It is blocky and heavy looking. Laser or magitek? who can tell. The man had been there for a few years as a farm hand, thought about moving on, but prospects could be uncertain on the outer rim, and he did have a decent thing going here.      From far overhead, a large black cloud seemed to creep in, blotting out some of the light. There is a sound like the deep, raspy snarl of a crocodile, muffled by the wind and a rush of air--was that smoke? The farmhand had been on higher ground, and the vapors hadn't seem to reach that far, but he was immediately aware of a very strong rush of wind that blew his hat off and the dark THING passed over, the wind buffeting his clothes and causing him to accidentally drop the weapon he was holding.      As he turned, all the sheep were still there, some still standing, even--except that now they were all naught but skeletons with what looked like red gore still stuck to the ends of them here and there, their now fleshless frames still twitching as the green noxious vapor wafted away. They were strewn around the area of now grassless, patchy dirt as if everything soft and organic had been stripped away by the gas.      "Aw, old man Gigan's gonna have my legs broke," he said to no one. 

:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''     Okay, whatever happened to this place is not something that you see everyday, Toph imagines. She's certainly never seen anything like it.     Local lawenforcement had been quick to alert the Paladins about the mess, and it appears that a certain blind teenager is the one who decides to check out the farm as she arrives. Though not without holding a hand in front of her mouth and nose as she smells what remains of the poor sheep. "What the crud happened here?" she mutters, stopping at the edge of the grassless area. The earth here feels a bit different. What could have caused this? For that matter, is there anything weird about the rest of this area? Toph narrows her eyes slightly, taking a few steps forward as she kicks her heel into the ground to get a good 'look' at her surroundings with her earthbending. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' Even with what already happened to the Multiverse recently it doesn't take long for word to get out about something like 'giant black stormcloud reducing livestock to gooy skeletons'. Bad news travels quickly, after all. But that's why it draws attention the fastest way. And some people, despite not staking a lot with the regrouped factions, still take an interest in these things. The poor farmhand might not be seeing the end of strangeness yet, as near the defleshed flock comes to a stop what looks like a gigantic lion with rocky ridges and smoke trailing out of his backside. What's next?! Though as the creature ducks his head down to peer at the skeletons a pink-haired girl can be seen sitting on his shoulders. Until he recoils it away, hissing and snarling lowly. < This stinks of something unnatural > "Yeah, that is pretty nasty. Whatever is causing this isn't something to get too close to." Alexis turns her head to look around, and sees the dumbstruck farmhand over a ways away. "Sorry, can't do much about the sheep, but we can at least get to the bottom of this." And in the other direction there is at least a familiar face. "Yo, Toph! Long time no see! Shame this isn't really a good time for trying to catch up." Meanwhile the Entei lifts his head, eyes narrowing at the dark clouds. There is something very not right to this, especially to the legendary clone's senses. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' A farm town!, he was somewhat familiar with farming stuff at least, even if the concept of cattle was kind of foreign to the creature that is used to grow meat on plants!. The mention of a spooky, dark cloud that destroyed a whole group of animals all the way to the bone within moments certainly caught his attention! The digimon made a point to go there and learn what happened, it did sound like a dangerous... thing might be on the loose!      The poor folks of the town might be seeing more odd stuff, as a large, dangerous looking, periwinkle wolf travels not far behind Alexis, nose twitching as he catches the scent of the gooey skeletons, wincing. On his head, is what seems a tiny girl wearing some weird outfit, including cat ears and a tail, the later one noticing the familiar face around. "Hey, Toph!" she calls enthusiastically. Alden takes a few moments to turn to the others, intrigued by the pokemon, before offering a grin and a bow of his head to Alexis and Toph, "Hi!". 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "Are you sure that thing's with you?" the farmhand, who has recovered his rifle but doesn't seem too enthusiastic about using it, asks Alexis. The place was otherwise silent, though with the dead flock and the weird metallic tinge to the air around here, something seemed not right. Was whatever it was still around?      Toph would notice there are large patches moving along the sloping plains that are bare and devoid of grass, though the rest of it seems normal. The earth that was bare would have a strange dry feel to it, as if it had been burnt, by some kind of acidic chemical?      It doesn't appear the three have long to wait, however, as there is a loud noise that sounds like huge flags whipping in the wind--a leathern sort of snap to them. The sun, which still manages to provide some light in the afternoon of the World of Ruin, is soon blacked out again. Whatever it was has smelled new flesh.      A large black and green thing lopes out of the sky, the black amorphous shape soon becoming distinguished by a bony, skeletal face attached to what looks like a hulking leathery body with arms--large black flaps lined with corrosive green running along the bony and skeletal arms. It is enormous, easily the size of a building, a giant flying under-armed winged skeletal torso that seems to bleed putrescence, long cords of what might be red tissue snaking along it's head, neck and shoulders. There doesn't seem to be teeth, but green brackly smoke puffs from it's mouth. It's eyes and nose are just black, dead sockets.      It is a terror freed from when the world was undone, and roused from it's state of dormancy by the shifting of the multiverse--Doomgaze! 

:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''     The familiar voice of Alexis does earn a nod from Toph, and the earthbender raises her hand in greeting as well. "Heya... and nah, this isn't a social call. The Paladins got word of this stuff, so I decided to check this out since the others are busy. I'm not familiar with the laws here just yet, but I assume that this level of pyromania is against the law everywhere..." she mutters, even as she pulls out the lawbook she picked up on the way. Ugh, all these worlds... so many laws to study up on!     It appears she is deep in thought as she fastens a mechanical glove over her left hand, moving it over the pages next with a pensive look on her face. As a familiar shinki calls out though she does nod, both her hands full with reading for now. "Heya guys, you got here too, huh?" It's good with some seeing eyes in this place too.     As for the farmhand's concern, Toph turns her head a big before she nods. "The creatures aren't dangerous, Sir. Let us handle it, and we will help you. My condolences to what happened to your sheep."     Okay, focus back to the situation. Toph turns towards the others, her expression serious. "It feels like something or somebody burnt the place with acid, but I'm not sure. It must have been a lot of it, considering how much have been burnt. And the sheep..." This is disgusting. At the sound of something on the wind however, the blind girl turns her head. While she can't see the blocked out sunlight, she does feel the sudden shade cast over them as the warmth of the sun is no longer warming the skin on her arms. This... feels bad.     "... guys? Is there something in the sky?" If so... shit. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' "I wouldn't be sitting on him if he..." Alexis glances back, noticing Alden as he greets them. "Oh you mean him? Yeah, he's with us." < It's coming back. > The Entei's remark is more mentally felt than spoken because that's how legendaries communicate, but it gets the point across either way. Then a shiver runs down Alexis' spine. That sort of shiver that has nothing to do with it being cold or not. The worst kind of shivers to run down one's back. Specially as that -thing- rises into the sky, blocking out of the sunlight. "Ah.. yeah." She makes a face. "You should be glad that you can't see that ugly mug." This might be a problem for the earthbender. Wildfire, on the other hand, isn't standing around waiting for the thing to try and do the same to them as it did with the sheep. A roar emits from the great beast as he opens his maw that sounds not far off from that of a volcano blasting to life. Accurately so as a massive plume of flame spews from said open maw towards the rising sunblocking horror. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The large odd colored wolf approaches his friends, offering the Entei a curious glance, especially at the odd voice!. "Glad to see you, Toph... this looks nasty." he mumbles, "Does not smell that great either.". Of course, any attempt at conversation is stopped when the day gets even cloudier, and a nightmarish figure appears in the sky, looking at them!. "Yes, and it's big." he adds.      Katze is already grabbing the digimon's D-Ark as she jumps down from Alden's head and moves away even as Alden calls after her, "Katze?". "Already on it!" comes the reply. There is a short, bright flash of light, before the wolf is replaced by something a bit more impressive, a large bipedal robot wolf!, dark blue in color, with a gatling gun replacing it's left arm, a shoulder mounted missile launcher (on the same arm) and a beam gun perched on his left one!. He prepares his attack, the minigun starting to spin up. 

:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''     At the confirmation of there actually being something there in the sky, Toph quickly turns around, stuffing her reading glove and lawbook back into the satchel. "Let me know where it moves, guys!" she calls out. If it's flying, then she will need help on knowing where it is unless it makes enough noise for her to hear. But for now she can tell where the others are aiming, and so she will launch her own attack as she lashes out with both arms in split palm attack, launching a large earthen projectile up from the ground towards the area where they others are aiming. "What kinda bird is it anyway?" she calls out. And what kinda bird can unleash plague like this in the first place? 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      The creature is immense, a hulking, flying monstrosity that is clearly undead, and or magical--what looks like intestines and a long spinal column trail behind the large batwinged torso. Immediately, upon sensing the creatures below it, it moves into action. The toothless bony mouth opens and a gale of frost and icy wind are expelled from it, raking along the grassy plane and immediately coating the ground in icing death. The ray of frost travels along the ground, threatening to wash over the Entei and it's rider!      Swooping down before Toph, the creature's dark, soulless eye cavities flash with what looks red pindots of light, a large ghostly vision of the grim reaper appearing!      ...But can it's eye-based death spell reach one that is blind...?      Alden's now minigun-sporting frame looms up from the ground and bullets begin to pepper the creature's side--catching it off-guard! 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' "It's big and it's coming this way!" Hopefully that's enough to help Toph. Alexis can't give much more warning than that as the Entei reacts, jerking her attention back as he moves. Wildfire redirects his stream of flame on the deadly cold, conflicting elements colliding in resistance up until the bitter swath passes over pokemon and trainer, leaving a large icy formation behind. That fortunately does start to steam and break away a few moments later as Wildfire melts out of it. But Alexis is already wrapped in her own arms, clutching her hoodie close. That.. that did NOT feel like normal ice and wind at all. That had to be close to what it felt like to freeze to death, which honestly is just all the more jarring. The rumble that comes from the Entei shares a similar sentiment of the unnatural nature of that attack. But enough worrying about herself. Toph is at a disadvantage against airborn monsters, isn't she? They need to do something... Aha. "Wildfire, use Earth Power!" Shaking off the last bits of ice, the Entei roars again and slams a broad paw into the ground. A few cracks snake their way through the now frozen dead ground, from which several plumes of ash and dust erupt at the monsters as Wildfire uses some of the other aspects of volcanic activity he embodies. Alexis is hoping that blasting it with some earthly elements will give Toph something to focus on, too. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The 'robotic' digimon growls as he sees the monster use an ice beam!, that's HIS signature move. He makes sure to move further from the others, affraid of friendly fire, or maybe getting them caught if the beast counter attacks at him, the gatling gun spinning swifly, starting to glow from heat as it showers the monster with projectiles.      As soon as he finds himself in a good position, he growls "Garuru burst!", deciding there was no point 'saving' energy, especially against something as massive as that! The missile pods on his shoulder and the side of his legs open, releasing a small swarm of missiles towards the distracted monster, while his muzzle and the beam gun's barrel begin glowing. The beam gun releases a series short white piercing beams, while his muzzle opens wide, and a large blue beam fires, this being his own freeze beam!.      He can only keep the all out assault for a few seconds, before it dies down, the gatling gun starting to overheat, and his missiles needing a few moments to 'reload'. 

:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''     "At least then I should be able to hit it!" Toph calls out in response to Alexis.As Toph doesn't feel any impact from the earth she sent flying at the flying terror, she lets out a displeased frown and lets out a few words that aren't suitable for young girls her age. It doesn't help that the frosty winds sweeps along the ground, and Toph immediately looks concerned. What more, she can't see the literal danger that's headed towards her. But perhaps that is what saves her in the end.     Those soulless eyes can't be seen by a girl who's eyes have never been able to see, and Toph is unaware of the ghostly grim reaper that appears before her as it readies its scythe. Instead Toph charges ahead. And just before the grim reaper swings the scythe, Toph has already kicked into the ground, raising her arms as she creates a large earthen wave that she rides on top of. It does make it easier to tell where flying opponents are when she's fighting with others, especially when the Entei uses earth based abilities that Toph can actually feel and sense through.     Alexis and Alden don't have to worry about the earth hitting them, but the flying creature might have a harder time escaping it, Toph hopes. Once the earthen wave crashes to the ground Toph skids ahead, turning around as she focuses on the ground. Did the wave hit it? 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      Wildfire's stream of fire comes in direct conflict with the ray of frost being issued from Doomgaze's mouth, the two meeting and eventually the icy gale and stream of frost is pushed back, back--slowly, before the flame meets it's skeletal head and body, causing it to thrash and hiss in pain! Despite the swath of cold having initially passed over them, it seems it doesn't do too well with fire, likely owing to it's undead state.      The erupting volcanic ash is spewed forth and bits of molten earth begint to waft down, landing on the creatures wings and burning it!      The explosive missiles impact the large flying torso's side and slam into it, the missiles tearing out hunks of black leathery tissue and causing it to list to the side as it flies. The freeze beam washes over it--and what looks like a membrane of light or some kind of magical barrier is setup around it, or is exuded by it? Innate shell status?? The frost however seems to reinvigorate it, albiet temporarily--the black tears made by the missiles fragmentary explosions begin to mend!      The creature lopes up and into the air, trying to avoid the earth that Toph sent toward her--and begins to swoop down to try and rake her with it's long venomous claws! 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' Looks like they don't have to worry much about Toph. Not that anyone will ever realize what sort of horrible fate the earthbender really avoided thanks to her handica--you know when it comes to Toph I can't even call it that. It's definately not one to her! Entei is surprisingly fast for its bulk, forcing Alexis to hold on tightly as he moves to avoid getting caught up in the other attacks. After a few bounding strides to stay out of the way of the earthen wave collapsing towards the monsters Wildfire skids to a stop, turning attention of pokemon and Trainer alike back to the horrific beast. "So if this thing is some sort of monster death..." Cue the smirk of cleverness. "Light it a funeral pyre!" Anyone standing near the vicinity of the Entei would feel the ambient heat spiking as he digs his claws into the ground. Eyes glow bright enough to shine from beneath his mask-like facial features as he inhales sharply, and then expels a massive orb of flame at the monstrousity! The giant fireball is more than just flame though, the orange and red churning with the golden hues of purifying energy. Fire can clense as much as it destroys, and as the Beast Trio are guardians of the land Entei carries some of this cleansing force in posessing Sacred Fire. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The Beast's reaction to his attack gets a frown, "A shield?" he mumbles, "Katze, let's try a different approach." he mumbles, his gun still cooling off, and his explosives are still reloading. "Holy might work." he calls to Katze, "Wait until I get a bit closer.". While the monster seems fixated on Toph and Alexis, he takes to the air, and rushes towards teh wounded side of the monster, "Now!" he sends.      "Digi modify, Taomon talisman of light!". A large paint brush appears on his one good hand, clumsily holding it with the one limb and the gatling, and proceeds to move it in the air in front of him, drawing a symbol in red 'ink', it seems slightly sloppy, "Bonhitsusen!" he calls again as he finishes drawing, and assuming the monster did not turn at him, 'pushes' the air with his hand, sending the symbol ahead until it rests right next to the monster, starting to glow brightly and emanate holy light, before exploding in a white burst!. It's not as potent as any of his usual moves, but perhaps this might work!.      After the light fades, the digimon seems winded, panting as the brush dissapears in a small group of voxels. 

:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''     Some of the rocks do land on the flying doom, though hardly enough to bury it it seems... and Toph frowns, turning her head a bit as she listens intently. With everything going on it's a bit hard to hear the movement of cloth on the wind, and this damn thing, whatever it is, doesn't make any noises! Perhaps it is like some silent death then... And then there's Alexis and Alden calling out their attacks. That does make it a bit harder to listen for something that's near silent, even for her sensitive ears.     Sadly she isn't aware of the incoming swoop, and as venomous claws slice into her back, the blind earthbender's scream is easily heard as Toph herself stumbles forward, gritting her teeth together. But at least that attack was good for something.     Now she knows where that thing is...!     Stubborn as she is, Toph takes advantage of herself falling to the ground, slamming her arms into the ground as she causes the ground around herself and the flying terror to explode upwards in a barrage of rocks and earthen spikes. 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      The orb of flame crashes into the side of Doomgaze, engulfing it--even as it descends on Toph with it's many foot-long claws rending the air and slicing into her body! Venom is injected into her body in life-threatening quantities! The flying monstrosity has more to worry about however, as the Entei's fireball continues to eat into it's body--and then the blinding flash of light from the digi-modify attack casts the monster in dark relief against the light--the holy power is searing away the flesh and tissue from it's bones! Fire and smoke, toxic smoke from the creature's acidic body now plumes up into the air, the vapors killing off grass and plant-life.      Miraculously, the creature wheels around and begins to fly away! Doomgaze is trying to escape! 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' Fire works, but they're probably going to need to do something about all that noxious smoke Doomgaze is making while it's burns. Well do something about later at least, because it's trying to get away. Even while on fire, and there's no guaruntee that it's burned badly enough to die anyways. But maybe they can kill two monsters with one stone. So to speak. Because it's not stones she's thinking about. Alexis gives Wildfire's mane a tug to get his attention, then makes a twirling motion with the other hand. "I think you need to wrap this up." It gets the message across, and instead of spewing out more flames he just takes advantage of what's been already made by his attacks, elemental power winding fire and smoke into a spiraling effect to create a Fire Spin and slow the monster's retreat down. Or at least the vortex will suck up that acidic smoke so it can be vented off somewhere to do less harm. These people need their farmland too much to just dump it here, there's already been enough damage to landscape. 

:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''     After launching her attack Toph lets out a pained groan, pushing herself up on shaky arms. Okay, those slashes hurt... but it stings more than a normal attack /should/.     Whatever's going on isn't good, and so Toph reaches a shaky hand up to her ear to activate her radio, rasping out a few words before she pushes herself back up on her knees. But right now she will leave it to the others to deal with this, as she isn't sure whether she trusts her legs to carry her at this point as a sudden wave of lightheadedness makes her nearly fall over again. She's not bleeding /that/ much, is she? Which means that the options are narrowed down. 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      After injecting it's poison and wounding Toph, Doomgaze attempts to flee after being set on fire by Alexis's Entei--as it is known for. It has already caused a large amount of death and destruction across the outskirts of the world of ruin, and apparently has the good sense to flee from those it deems a threat, craven as the entity is.      The fiery tornado however brings the creature's flight to a sudden halt--it tries to flap it's wings to pull itself out of the drag caused by the fire spin, but it seems to be a losing battle as an air-rending SCREECH goes up from the creature and it's pulled back into it. Doomgaze is whirled around and around in the fire tornado, it's leathery wings and tissue over animated bone body begin to char and turn into cinders as the creature is incinerated.      First, the skull falls, the black pits for it's nose and eyes completely blank as they begin to widen and finally meet with the upper lip of the toothless grin in an oral ring. It crashes into the ground and breaks open, spraying bone powder and acid into the air.      The wings are flayed apart by the fire and soon gone, reducing the arms to twin flagpoles as they thrash in the air as the being falls.      Finally the rest of it's spinal column and calcinated remains hit the ground, burning up. The creature seemed to be weak already, somehow--had the restructuring of the multiverse damaged it somehow? No way to tell now, but it was over. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' Ick. Just... ick. This thing died in about as gruesome manner as the destruction it already spread. That's about as nasty as it can get, even for someone like Alexis that's seen more than her fair share of weird shite thanks to the Multiverse. They should probably do something about those remains to make sure they don't contaminate the land any farther. But first Alexis guides her Entei over to where Toph collapsed, sliding off his shoulders and kneeling down next to the earthbender. Those claw wounds are rough looking, but she's seen Toph tough it out through bad wounds before. Considering what that thing was doing to the land, not to mention the sheep, it might be some kind of toxin. It's not quite the same as Toxic used on a pokemon, but it's similar enough to see the signs. "Don't move." Lightly Alexis puts a hand on Toph's shoulder to let her know she's there. "Just keep calm and still until your allies can get here, straining will just make the poison spread faster." 

:'''{{#var:20|Toph Beifong (20)}} has posed:'''     As the large flying terror crashes to the ground Toph does seem less tense, but she's clearly not doing well where she's sitting. "Nice... going," she nods to the two others. They dealt with it, though it's clear that fire was more useful in this fight than earth was.     The hand on her shoulder isn't pushed away, and Toph doesn't seem like she's getting up from where she's sitting. "I know, I feel like shit... I already radioed them... you got any water to clean out the wounds with?" the blind girl asks. At least help is on the way. And after being poisoned a few times she's sadly getting used to it. Though at least it also means she knows how best to deal with it and not to freak out too much. This poison doesn't seem to make it too hard to breathe, luckily.     "Thanks," she asides to Alexis. 
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      There has been some intelligence about possible occult-related criminal activity in Barcelona, Spain. At the penthouse of a well to do private gentleman, there is the report of an explosion. News moves rapidly, and due to the threat of midians and other supernatural dangers involved, it seems likely that some special task force will show up to assist the police that are responding to the incident. It's a rather classy looking place--gray stone exterior, rising up into a fanastic view of the Barcelona city-scape, stonework and gargoyles ringing the rooftop. But now there are many windows blown out and police have surrounded the place with yellow police tape, several of their cars and emergency response vehicles standing by. Entry from ground level would be a bit annoying for most mundane folks, but it seems like it'd be easy to cross over from a neighboring building, or perhaps just climb or fly up to it, if you were so inclined... 

:'''{{#var:363|Heinkel Wolfe (363)}} has posed:'''   Once upon a time, Europe was a great travel destination, with many of its cities and towns prospering from international currency. That was before the multiverse decided to turn itself inside-out and reshuffle a lot of its already-unified worlds. Unfortunately, this one wound up plunking down right beside a vast area of contaminated land, cleverly referred to as the Contaminated Flatlands.   It didn't end well. Incidents of freaks, ghouls, and just plain old-fashioned undead have been flaring like wildfire ever since the incident. The world's police and military forces have been scrambling to keep the populaces safe, while other cities have simply disappeared off the map. Enterprising freaks, handed their mysterious technology from mysterious people, have seized the opportunity to create their own little fiefdoms of ghouls.   Overrun with work, the top-secret supernatural hunter groups, the Hellsing Organisation and Vatican Section XIII, have revealed themselves and now fight with public support and funding. Both rival organisations are so put-upon that they've signed a treaty and formal alliance. Their hands are more than full trying to help the most brutally-hit areas.   Most people are just trying to stay alive, at this point.   Russia is practically drowning in corruption, with its militaries beside themselves trying to protect the greatest population centres. Its grain belt is all but destroyed. Even if the people there survive, their agricultural heartland has been razed. Yet further west, Spain is one of the territories largely untouched, despite all the incidents peppering central Eurasia and some of the central European areas.   That's probably the reason why rumours of occult activity in Barcelona are taken seriously by Vatican Section XIII. No sooner have the rumours cropped up than they've already dispatched an agent to the area.   It's too late to save anybody from the explosion, and the city's emergency response teams are already here to deal with any survivors or wounded. They're all as busy as a little hive of ants on the ground, which is why a dark shape flutters up above the rooftop, out of the way of lamps or the floodlights being used by rescue teams.   Up above, a small metallic sound announces the readying of a pistol, followed immediately by another. A lone, tall, and lanky figure strolls unhurried down the hallway, obscured by a long, cassock-like overcoat and a clerical collar visible against the black fabric. Round sunglasses completely obscure the figure's eyes (who would wear sunglasses at night, anyway?), and in each white-gloved hand rests a silver-plated pistol with obscenely long slides and apparently designed for obscenely large-caliber ammunition. Around the warrior priest's neck and resting over the coat is a simple iron cross, bound by a leather thong. The figure is all in all very androgynous -- there's something masculine in the set of the shoulders and the strong facial features.   Heinkel Wolfe eases into a crouch behind some rubble, considering and listening. This was the building all the rumours she'd managed to chased own led to. Yet now it looks like whatever evidence was left is gone... if there's anything left to smell over the stench of charred everything, perhaps she can find it. Human she may look, but her nose is better than a bloodhound's.   Besides. She'd promised Chief she wouldn't go back home empty-handed. Maybe, if she brings something useful back and doesn't cause an international incident, he might not dock her pay this time... 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      It seems the interior had been partially ransacked and trashed--with what looked like a waste basket full of papers that had been set ablaze, setting off smoke detectors but had not been the actual cause of the damage here. It seemed like a bomb had gone off, but there was very little in the way of traces of it--little charring, black powder, and the living area had been in disarray with the windows mostly shattered. The crime scene forensics of it didn't exactly make sense, but the penthouse's owner was very dead. He was now a crimson smear against one of the carpets, mutilated, looking as if he was a wet tissue bag that had been burst open with a hard stone from a slingshot, or a bullet.      Right now that nose would be likely stung a bit from the smell of the smoke, and the charred remains--as well as the very intense coppery scent of the blood. But there was something else--something going right out the nearby window and seeming to lead up to the rooftop.      Right now, Tubalcain Alhambra stood at the edge of it, looking down at the swarming police with a calm sort of curiosity--he should have departed already, he likely told himself, but he wasn't about to hurry about for a bunch of police. 

:'''{{#var:363|Heinkel Wolfe (363)}} has posed:'''   The acrid smoke is almost enough to bring tears to the eyes, but Heinkel pauses where she is, crouching down and inhaling deeply with effort. It's horrifically tempting to cough, but she needs to find out if there's anything else to track, especially now that the scents are going to get scrambled by police establishing a crime scene. Her clock is ticking.   Against the morass of char and smoke, she can detect blood, and that strange and subtle stench that could be called 'death.' The paladin wrinkles her nose against it, frowning and following it, carefully picking her way through smoldering or already-charred wreckage. The penthouse owner is given a long look. Whatever killed him was probably not natural unless there's a maniac toting around the kind of weaponry that would attract lots of attention. That hypothesis can be scratched out; she hadn't heard of any illegal arms activity in this sector of Europe. Not enough to stand out against daily news, anyway.   This definitely has to be something supernatural. The question, she decides, is what? A lycanthrope, a 'werewolf,' would certainly mutilate its victim, but the last time she'd seen a lycanthrope's last crime scene, the corpses had been unrecognisable. This man, she reasons, can probably still be identified by dental records. Not a lycanthrope's work. A freak, those cheap knockoff vampires, would just drain all the blood from the body. Said body would then rise and shamble on as a mindless husk. No, this wasn't a freak, either.   Some manner of local spirit? Heinkel slowly tilts her head to one side, listening and tasting the air.   There, she decides. Her head, her whole body, freezes as she catches wind of something that isn't ambient burning. She immediately crouches low, stalking after it on the balls of her feet, bracing with one hand every time she lowers herself to check the scent. It probably looks almost comical, especially in that long overcoat, but her pace is still alarmingly fast.   It takes some scrabbling to climb up the roof, easing herself up over the edge and stalking, almost noiselessly, over toward where she can see the silhouette of Tubalcain Alhambra.   She stays low, since there are still emergency response teams with searchlights down below, and attracting police attention would be absurdly inconvenient right now.   "Vhat a nice night out. Really, Spain is nice efen in vinter, you know?"   The voice that speaks is solidly androgynous; it's difficult to tell whether it's a man or a woman. Gruff and scarred by too many years of cigarettes and hard drink, it's still young enough to suggest the speaker is in their early thirties.   "Too bad those emergency teams couldn't get here any sooner, ja? Not such a nice night for those people."   The light glints off teeth, next; teeth bared in a broad grin, and a cigarette pinched between those teeth. No light from any guns. At least, not yet.   "I hope you haf a good reason for loitering near the scene of a crime." 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      Tubalcain, for his credit, is enjoying a clove cigarette when Heinkel appears. He's just not standing around for no reason, after all. He takes a puff of it before throwing it away--he really only smoked for the flavor of them now, anyway.      "I suppose I should apologize for making them come out all this way for no reason," he said after inhaling and blowing out the smoke, which came out in a white stream from his nose and mouth. The dark-skinned man in the white suit and hat turned toward Heinkel, his features more visible--crafty, green eyes, trimmed moustache, and thin lips which revealed a grin sparkling with very white ivory teeth.      "I take it by your dress you work for the pope, no? come to cleanup after a rash of bizarre events around this city?" Tubalcain tilted his head and peered at Heinkel from under the brim of his white fedora, his white-gloved hands at his side. He eyed the large metal cross they wore in particular, it was a bit of a clue as to what outfit they really were with.      "Of course I have a good reason, I was enjoying a smoke after tying up a loose end," he grinned a little, shrugging as if this was a very natural thing to do. 

:'''{{#var:363|Heinkel Wolfe (363)}} has posed:'''   Nostrils flare at the familiar scent of cloves. She'd preferred those, once upon a time, but these days she prefers tobacco. Hers she keeps in her mouth, swivelling it around so it dangles from her lower lip. A thin streamer of smoke wafts from the tip, and she exhales smoke.   "All this vay?" The accent is very clearly German, and if Alhambra pays attention to his European dialects, it actually pins the priest to east Styria. A short distance away, the priest cocks their head, as though curious. "Ja, I vork for the Pope. Vatican Section XIII, 'Iscariot.' Ja, und I take it by your teeth /you/ aren't human. That's really interesting, you know, because that means you really haf no reason to be here if you veren't involved vit this crime somehow. Hunh. /Loose ends/."   There comes the mechanical sound of two guns being prepared. Silver gleams from the darkness; the very large-caliber muzzles of two very large pistols. They look like they've been fitted to stop a charging bear.   "You haf about two seconds to say you'll let me take you into custody, vhich I'm only offering to your sorry arse as a formality." The leering grin widens, light catching teeth and sunglasses lenses in reflections of cold blue. "I really hope you don't, because then that means I get to shoot you, /freak/." 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "I tell you what, I'll do you a favor," Tubalcain flicks his wrist and five playing cards fan out into his grip, all bearing ionic greek columns on their backs, their faces currently hidden. He then turned his wrist and waved his arm out--the cards flying through the air right towards Heinkel!      Now, these were not just any ordinary playing cards--they were beyond razor sharp, and also explosive--which is something Heinkel will soon learn about as the air in front of her would be sucked away with a series of horrible booming, thundering crashes--likely the same sort of effect that blew out the windows of the penthouse beneath them.      When the smoke clears, Tubalcain's voice can be heard.      "I didn't think one of you would come out all this way just for me, but I'm flattered, really I am," he puts on some of that 'charm' to his voice, something that's no doubt less than sincere. 

:'''{{#var:363|Heinkel Wolfe (363)}} has posed:'''   "Favour?" Heinkel tilts her head, although she's already easing the pistol up as Tubalcain flicks a hand of playing cards into his hand. His are the faster resources, if only because he knows what comes next and she doesn't.   The priest fires off two shots even as the cards whisk past her, two drawing blood along the lines of her cheekbone, one shredding a sleeve at the shoulder. One even cracks the left lens of her glasses as it glances off, exploding far enough away to do nothing but stagger her, and also exploding close enough that she is now deaf as a post. Clapping her hands over her ears is more of a reflex than anything else, but it's too late, and the damage already done. The world abruptly hushes around her, ears buzzing and ringing.   Heinkel staggers under the onslaught, snarling in pain and anger. "Ach, nein, you /couldn't/ do this the easy vay! Of /course/ not!" Alright, you piece of shit, opportunity revoked!" Her shouting suggests she is indeed deaf as a post at the moment.   "Vhat kind of favour are ve talking about? If it's the von vhere I get to shoot you in the face, then ja, I'll take that!" She hears his voice, but only dimly. It takes her a half-second longer to glean words from the buzzing.   There are also two or three shots fired off in Tubalcain's direction, through the last wisps of smoke. "Ach, don't flatter yourself, /freak/! Ve're just exterminators, und you're no more than vermin to be exterminated!" 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "This IS the easy way, senorita," Tubalcain raises a brow at her with a toothy grin, though it's dubious if she can hear him after what her ears have just been through. His eyes then go wide as she's still able to draw the large guns and squeeze off a volley of bullets--raising his hands again to project a ring of floating, glowing playing cards around him and drawing them out of the air to throw them back at the bullets--almost attempting to shoot the bullets out of the air, in essence.      "Hurk!" Until of course one catches him in the side of his head, what looks like blood issuing forth from the wound until the wound itself begins to glow and Tubalcain's form unravels in what looks like playing cards--some kind of magical spell? In just a few moments, it's as if he wasn't even standing there.      "It's the favor where I cut the chatter and the charade, m'dear," Tubalcain's voice now comes from a rooftop several feet away, behind Heinkel! 

:'''{{#var:363|Heinkel Wolfe (363)}} has posed:'''   "Son of a bitch, Chief better give me vacation time for this," Heinkel snarls, forcibly ejecting the clips from her pistols, hunching and sprinting for the nearest cover while slamming new clips into place from her pockets. That coat looks like it has fantastic pockets. Her ears are still ringing, but she can apparently hear most of what Tubalcain's saying. "Nein, you just vasted your only opportunity!"   She stares as the bullet clips the card shark and his wound promptly knits itself back together, brow furrowing. Well, that just confirmed any doubts she might have had. Definitely a freak. They do seem to have a knack for regeneration, even if most of them couldn't keep up with Father Anderson.   "Hunh. Son of a /bitch/," Heinkel spits irritably, the heel of one hand reaching up to box at the side of her head in a futile effort to get rid of that awful ringing. Pivoting, she looks up, not even bothering to wait for an answer before firing again, three shots in rapid succession, from her left pistol. The recoil of that pistol must be monstrous. She's obviously bracing herself hard against the weapon when it roars and bucks in her hand. It's certainly loud, but maybe she's used to that.   And before he has a chance to flick more of that Papercut Deck at her, she's already sprinting for the rooftop, vaulting over whatever obstructions lie in her path. "Ja, I don't really think so!" she bellows, over the white noise in her own ears. "By all means, I vouldn't mind a chat vit you! Who the hell are you, you freak, und who the hell do you vork for? I'll haf /that/ much before I put a silfer bullet through your miserable excuse for a heart!" 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "Hey, I /was/ trying to kill you, in my defense," Tubalcain sighs at her 'wasting your only opportuny' reply. At the next three shots, the dandy man is running to the side, strafing around Heinkel and bringing out a few cards to try and deflect the shots--the seemingly unlimited cutting ability of the cards not turned away by their no doubt holy or silver composition--shearing through them and cleaving them in two--the flecks of silver and shards of the metal do seem to give him pause, however--as he cringes and shields his face in the process. Unlike harder metals, the silver in the alloy of the bullet tips is likely to fleck and crumble rather than just be cut through, one might suspect.      "I am Tubalcain Alhambra, my friends call me the 'Dandy Man'," jumping back from the edge of the roof he was on, he stops to tighten his gloves and pauses to stare at her. "I would not mind a chat with you under friendlier and less violent circumstances, perhaps, but it does not seem like it could be so," he shrugged with one shoulder, "As for who I work for, well, I don't have to give everything away right now, do I?" he grinned. 

:'''{{#var:363|Heinkel Wolfe (363)}} has posed:'''   Each card that impacts a bullet neatly slices it in half. They're custom tailored to take out the supernatural, with a lot of silver content and small vials inside, filled with holy water, and designed to shatter on impact, because having slugs made of silver isn't awful enough.   The important part of this to Heinkel is the fact that they're /not hitting the vampire/. Bullets aren't very useful when they don't hit the /target/. She grunts, hunkering down behind the nearest thing that's big enough to cover her, in this case an air conditioning unit, and slaps another clip into each pistol. They make a sharp mechanical noise as she primes them.   "Ja, I can see that! You care more about that suit than the people you just had killed, ja? Murder, you know, ist a felony everyvhere!" Heinkel shows her teeth, grinning. "You've pretty much confessed, und you're also trying to kill me, so I haf no real qualms about swatting you like an insect, freak! You operate in Catholic territory, und you pay the price for it!"   Three more shots are fired in rapid succession. "Then I'll gife you a free hint: Ja, you're right; I'm vit the Catholics! Specifically I am Paladin Heinkel Wolfe, of Vatican Section XIII! It's our job to kill freaks of nature like you, especially vhen you start stirring up trouble!" Like blowing up buildings. And using combat origami. 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      "I have many like it, but that doesn't mean I don't take murder seriously," The dandy man flicks a hand up with another trio of cards held between his fingers, throwing them out towards the airconditioner unit that Heinkel was using as cover--two embedding in the AC unit and then blowing up--while the third tries to intercept the third bullet Heinkel fired--which only grazes the top portion of and slams with full force into the Dandy Man's shoulder--causing a spray of blood!      "Arghh--damn it!" he winces and a white glove is soon slapped over the now sucking wound, blood gushing out--of course, it doesn't spray for too long, as the flesh begins to close--but that is before the effect of the silver hits.      "Hrkk--augh, that's... that's not good," the silver causes the cells immediately around the bullet in the artificial vampire's body to die, rapidly. If one had a better look, they might see the tissue there turnign ashen gray before starting to flake away.      "We might have to continue this later, senorita," Tubalcain stands firm despite the severe injury, the very top of his hat appearing to flake away as that multi-colored glowing card dissipating effect returns, his entire body unraveling into playing cards from head to foot! 

:'''{{#var:363|Heinkel Wolfe (363)}} has posed:'''   There goes a perfectly good air conditioning unit. Metal shears apart with a tortured screech, debris and freon flung from it in a spatter mark... but Heinkel isn't there any more.   If he looks up slightly, he'll see that she's running along the roof for all she's worth, because she isn't stupid and knew that was going to happen. Also, it's not hard to spot her because of all the pieces of air conditioning unit embedded in her coat. It must be something abnormal. A normal coat would have shredded itself to ribbons under that razor-sharp debris.   She twists back to fire again, twice, but both shots swing wide. It gives her just enough time to scuttle behind a chimney, skidding to a halt so fast that a terra cotta roof tile is sent skittering over the edge to shatter on the ground far below.   Heinkel backs herself up against a chimney, gritting her teeth and probing at the slice that runs through her shoulder. It won't stop bleeding, and it's starting to sting enough to be distracting. No, she tells herself. Calm. No helpful regeneraiton for her, but strength of will is a hell of a thing. That can't knit her wound but it can certainly keep her focused.   In fact, she's just about to raise her pistol for another shot, when the card shark simply vanishes, poofing into so many whirling playing cards.   "Shit." She slumps back against the chimney, boxing the heel of her hand against the side of her head to try to elicit something other than that /ringing/. "Ja, vell! You know ve don't stop, vonce ve haf our quarry!"   Heinkel looks left; looks right. Gone. The pistols she'd raised waver, slightly. Where'd the well-dressed bastard go?   "You're a dead man!" she adds, bellowing to account for the ringing still in her ears. "If I don't hunt you down und finish you off, than somevon else vill! Iscariot vill stamp you out like the vermin you are!" Heinkel grimaces, glancing down to the slice through her shoulder. She looks up, sunglasses searching this way and that (how does she /see/ in those things?), one pistol raised. For now, it's probably better to stay behind cover for as long as she doesn't know where Tubalcain's gone... 

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''      There does not seem to be an answer, as the cards drift up and float away into the cold air of the day--? Night, perhaps, by now. That AC unit is trashed, however, and it seems they both have dealt eachother serious injuries. Perhaps The Dandy Man was not expecting to face such serious and deadly opposition here, or maybe it is different from what intelligence suggested, that the secret order iscariot had so many members capable of this? It's unclear. What is clear though, is that they are both fearful enemies by fate, even if it were not for the hostilities displayed here.      And Tubalcain apparently leaves no other trace than a few scant playing cards bearing that greek pillar design laying on the rooftop, the only real indicator that he was even there. 

:'''{{#var:363|Heinkel Wolfe (363)}} has posed:'''   "Ghhh, ow /fuck/ ow ow fuck ow fuck /ow/," the priest snarls, hunching over. Some of those chunks went right through the coat, and she can feel them biting into her back and shoulder. She can also smell her own blood from more than just those gashes at the side of her face. It's strong enough to suggest that her back and shoulders were peppered pretty thoroughly. Sure feels like it.   It's a risk, but... Heinkel reaches up and whisks those goggle-like glasses off her face, staring into the gloom.   Her eyes are not normal. Her eyes are not even remotely normal. They aren't reflecting light like a normal person's eye does; they're actively luminous, almost like a cat's eye, but instead of that phosphorous green, it's a pale blue-white. They glint and gleam every time the angle so much as shifts. And they can see very, very well in the dark...   But there's nothing to see but a few playing cards.   Heinkel slaps the sunglasses back on, snarls, and stalks over to the cards to... rummage in a pocket, and produce a plastic evidence bag and tweezers. The cards are carefully tweezered into the bag, after several clumsy attempts, and the whole lot is tossed into her pocket. Probably useless, given how sharp those things are, but hey, procedure.   Once that's over with, Heinkel takes a last look around, growling curses under her breath and popping her sunglasses back on. Once it's patently obvious that he Really Is Gone, she reaches into her coat and produces a battered flip-phone, stalking off into the shadows and furiously punching a number into it as she goes.   Unseen, she slips away from the scene of the crime, where police are even now looking for whoever the shooter was that they'd heard. They won't find her. Heinkel's halfway to Rome by the time they come across the brass -- or would that be silver? -- she'd left behind.   And maybe go find some band-aids. 
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Hellsing-2

2016-12-15T01:34:43Z

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|Desc=Throughout history, there have been two worlds--the one that we know, and the secret world of the supernatural and the unexplained. There are things in this world that modern man relegates to fairytales and videogames, but they are real--and they are ugly. And their very presence exacts a terrible toll on mankind. Many agencies, government and not have toiled endlessly to ensure that the two worlds remain separate, that the modern world and the public remain perpetually blissfully unaware of the creatures that go bump in the night and caper in the shadows. Vampires, zombies, werewolves--sorcerers and users of black magic.

Enter the Hellsing organization, run by Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing, descendant and heir to the legacy of Abraham Van Helsing, defender of the English Protestant church. However on the other side is the Catholic Church with their own secret division: Section XIII, Iscariot. Both of these groups work to stamp out evil, heresy and threats to mankind. They have clashed at various points throughout history over pride and prejudices against each other, though until recently have maintained an uneasy agreement for peace in this age of cellphone cameras and the internet.

From the shadows of the second world war, the Last Battalion, the Millennium organization has unbeknownst to all, escaped utter destruction at the hands of Hellsing's top agents, Alucard and Walter C. Dornez. One of the few known groups to try and harness supernatural forces for military use, and in recent years have come startlingly close to perfecting the vampire with modern technology.

In secret they have consolidate their power, make ties, sow disorder and destruction and seek to set the stage for a new war.
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4466/Lurking Beneath The Waves

2016-09-07T00:59:40Z

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|Location=Great Ocean - Western Loop
|Synopsis=Jasper meets with Ferham somewhere undah dah seeeaaa o/`
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1027|Jasper (1027)}} has posed:'''      She's back. Jasper, the most headstrong and belligerent of the so-called Homeworld Gems. She's suffered a few setbacks, sure, but that's all they are - temporary setbacks. Beneath the waves, she plans and plots and while no one would accuse Jasper of being bright, there's a certain level of planning one can accomplish while just bulldozing yourself through problems.      Jasper laughs to herself, her voice somehow carrying through the dark depths. "There you are," she murmurs, snatching up a Gem. "One more..." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      It had taken Ferham quite a while to locate her gem friends--she'd had to go pound the pavement in some corner of the Straits of America, and that had been particularly daunting. Course she'd been glad to see Peridot, even if she was a half-pint now. Right now she was trying to find someone who was an altogether different animal: Jasper. The orange Amazon with her angular nose, she'd been trying to track them down for a bit, and as she ventured into those undersea caverns, well, she apparently was trying to play for keeps in finding her.      "Anyone there?" she called out every once in a while, met with just more background noises of dripping and water in the distance. She held a commercial grade motion detector in one gloved hand, continuing on. 

:'''{{#var:1027|Jasper (1027)}} has posed:'''      Jasper's broad shoulders fill most of the cavern as she comes face to face with Ferham, giving her the not-unsurprising look of mild disgust that Jasper reserves for whatever it is she might find in her day-to-day activities. "Oh," she remarks. "You. Ferham. What do you want?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham stops and her green eyes go wide as she realizes what she's looking at isn't a rock face--no, it's the broad manly chest of none other than Jasper! She nearly took up the entire tunnel, so it wasn't hard to be confused and think you were staring at a dead end!      "Oh, Jasper! been looking for you, you went AWOL, not that I can fault you for that--but why? What happened? didn't see you after Peridot got bubbled," Ferham shook her head, not understanding. 

:'''{{#var:1027|Jasper (1027)}} has posed:'''      "Peridot hit me with a destabiliser," Jasper explains. "She's forgotten what she's supposed to be, but I still remember." She holds up the Gems she has in each hand, like that explains everything. "I'm building an army, Ferham. An army to challenge Rose Quartz, no matter what she calls herself now." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ah, she left too, I remember," Ferham nodded. "You both defected, it appears, oh well, I'm not here to bust you, if that's what you think, but I did want to know what happened--I guess I got the answer now," Ferham shook her head again. "And you need an army to fight this person?" she nodded a little, looking down at the water-streaked floor and sandy puddles. "I'm not going to stop you, if that's what you're worried about," Fer didn't seem especially intimidated by the amazon gem, though she was careful with what she said. 

:'''{{#var:1027|Jasper (1027)}} has posed:'''      "You? Bust me? Stop me?" Jasper asks. She laughs. It's a harsh nose - evidently, she finds the concept ridiculous. "I never defected. My loyalty has always been to Homeworld, to Yellow Dimaond, before anything else. Of course I need an army! Rose has her lackeys, and so, I need mine!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Like I said, it's not my concern, I never saw you, it's not my concern to be hunting people like that down, anyway. We got more important matters, like preparing for the future," Ferham nodded. "Things have been in a downturn lately, something going to come to a head soon, personally I think we should all hole up somewhere, and prepare, but," she shrugs.      "Besides, knowing the rules around here, I could probably get in trouble if I assisted you with building a group of insurgents. My main concern would be if these gems wanted to actually follow you, that you're planning on making? is that it?" She seemed like she might not understand what Jasper was doing down here. 

:'''{{#var:1027|Jasper (1027)}} has posed:'''      "I'm just going to remind them of their place," Jasper states, glancing down at the gems in her hand. "They've been ruined by this planet, same as Peridot and the others. I'll help them remember what it means to be a Gem! Hmph. I'm not surprised you won't follow me. The only thing that matters is making Rose Quartz pay." She punctuates this point by slamming a fist against the cavern wall. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I am worried about your species going extinct if it helps," Ferham sighed a little and pursed her lips, looking at the gems Jasper was carrying. "Well I didn't say I wouldn't help you at all, I just mean I'm not great on causes of making war and destruction, that's all," Ferham smirked. "If you want me to be your subordinate again you'll have to earn it, or beat me," she grins a little, shrugging. "What is it you'd have me do, anyway?" she asks, seemingly curious. 

:'''{{#var:1027|Jasper (1027)}} has posed:'''      "Why?" Jasper barks, "Why do you care about whether another species goes extinct? You're like me - built for a purpose, but whatever it is you're supposed to be doing, you've forgotten it too, haven't you? Jaspers - we don't stop, we don't give up. Ever. We don't 'earn' things - we get exactly what we deserve. If you can't make war, then you're of no use to me," Jasper sneers. "I'll do everything myself if I have to!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Because I do, organic or not, gems deserve to exist, they're sentient," Ferham shakes her head. "I don't know what happened between your faction and theirs, but," she tilted her head. "I was an experiment, a new gen Reploid, no one is alive just for one reason, I don't think, we're all here by chance," Ferham looked up at Jasper with more of a sassy look. "I never said I 'can't', I meant I don't like senseless destruction for no reason, that's all, there's a difference," she held up a finger.      "So let me ask, what do you need to do?" she looked up at the amazon. 

:'''{{#var:1027|Jasper (1027)}} has posed:'''      "I was made for a reason. /All/ Gems are made for a reason - to ensure the authority and power and order of the Diamonds. To change your purpose... it's a disgrace!" Jasper stalks left and right like a caged animal, jabbing a finger at Ferham. "I'm going to bring Rose Quartz to justice in the name of the Diamonds and make her pay for her crimes against Homeworld." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Alright, you still haven't told me what you'd need me to do though, besides 'make war', maybe we can talk about this somewhere else...?" Ferham looked around to the undersea caverns they were standing in, they probably weren't the safest place to be, atm. Who knew what was down here? to be honest, Ferham wasn't even sure if they were under an area Jasper was familiar with, or not. This was like going into the labyrinthian honeycomb underneath the superplanet.      "Do you wanna trust me to tell me about it, or do you want to try and coerce me again?" she smirked a little. 
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4375/Power-up Training

2016-08-03T05:40:50Z

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|Date of Scene=2016/08/01
|Location=The Sundew Kingdom<SK>
|Synopsis=Traveling to Sarracenia's Sundew Kingdom, Ferham meets Sarracenia herself and gets a crash course in power ups!
|Cast of Characters=516, 446
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Soaring overhead, Ferham had spied the sundew kingdom and let herself descend from high above. She had just finished some operations nearby and she knew one of the confederate operatives still active reigned here--well, it didn't exactly hurt to come say hello, now did it? She understood that she might be mistaken for an intruder or worse, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. Landing in the lakebound city, the femmebot's high heeled boots click-clacked as she approached the palace, smirking a little at some of the weird looks she'd no doubt get. It wasn't every day some of these people saw a robot with gams like these of course. If need be, she'd stop and declare she was on official confederate business, and ask to be taken to their 'leader', so to speak. Whom Ferham understood was a matriarch. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Really it wasn't often (or ever) that these people saw a robot. And Ferham likely doesn't see people like these very often. The humans are normal enough, though a bit short and many wearing large flowers on their heads. But that is only half the population. The other half are short plant creatures with roots for feet and a single large leaf for each arm. Their heads are somewhat bulb-like, but the big round oversized bulbs are full of piranha-like teeth. The plant creatures wear almost nothing except what might be required for their professions. And just about every citizen Ferham passes stares a moment at the shiny, well-built robot woman.      When she approaches the castle, armored plant creatures approach with spears raised. When told she is here on official Confederacy business, then escort Ferham inside. The castle is rather extravagant, and the front doors are large enough to fit a dragon through. Once inside, Ferham is asked to wait in the foyer while the guards fetch their leader.      Ferham might have been expecting the princess, but the people who approach look in their late 40s. One is clearly the king, the other the queen, and both are dressed in luxurious green fabrics with red and orange accents, reminding one of the plants around the castle. "Greetings. I am King Bark Sundew, and this is Queen Pansy Sundew. How can we help you?" the king says. He is the classic king archetype. Large crown, long staff-like sceptre, and a thick cloak. The queen is dressed similarly, and smiles gently to Ferham. "Are you afriend of our daughter?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham is mindful of the piranha plants, or Pakkun flowers, as they're affectionately called by the Japanese. She would keep her hands to herself mostly, except if one allowed her to scratch one under it's chin--Ferham could work her charms on humanoids as well as other creatures at times, she found. She's polite to the armored guards out front too, waiting patiently and offering each of them a smile as she's escorted inside.      Standing in the foyer, she's content to wait, a hand on her hip as she admires the interior of the castle. When hse is approached by the king and queen, Ferham is quick to give a courtly kneel before the two of them, waiting till she's allowed to stand.      "That's correct, I'm here to see Princess Sarracenia, is she available?" she hadn't expected this opportunistic visit to turn into a formal affair, but she's able to keep her wits and politeness about her, and she also probably has a morbid curiosity about how she relates to Peach, if any. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      The king seems a bit put off by that, but the queen just gives him a pat on the shoulder. "We will send for her. If you will excuse us, there are duties to which we must attend." The king and queen walk back into the castle interior after that, though the king can be heard mumbling something about 'if she asked for the leaders, why does she wish to see Sarra?' The queen just giggles softly.      A few minutes later, the princess appears. She carries herself even taller and more regally than her parents do. That long red dress keeps her well covered and modest, with just a flutter near the bottom and a slight glimpse of pointed red shoes as she walks, while the heels create a tell-tale clacking with each step. "Yes? What business does the Confederacy have here today?" she says as she approaches and gives a polite curtsey to Ferham. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "My apologies if I offended, I merely wished to show respect," Ferham rose from her kneel and looked a little confused as the king seemed put off by her kneel, shrugging a little. "Of course," she bowed her head at the very least, looking up after they were gone.      "Hello--I was curious if you'd heard tell of King Bowser, who apparently re-emerged, or at least there is news of such--would they or the name Princess Peach mean anything to you?" Ferham is posing this messenger act into a bit of an investigation of her own, it seems. She'd curtsey back to Sarra, of course, smiling in the process. She was surprised--if she'd seen Sarra from far off she'd have been sure that /was/ Peach, though the hair was a little different. Peach also didn't wear red, especially not red heels like that. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      The king seemed to approve of the kneel, it was actually the declaration that his daughter was the subject of the visit that got him. Ferham may not realize it, but the princess does not rule this kingdom, unlike Peach and her kingdom.      Sarracenia's cordial smile fades quickly at the mention of Bowser and Peach, then her arms cross over her chest and she hmphs softly before turning her head up and to the side. "King Bowser is always appearing and disappearing, planning his next attack on the Mushroom Kingdom or carrying out those plans. And as for Princess Peach, of course I know that name. She is the bane of my existence!"      Sarracenia's prim and proper poise soon dissolves as her anger and frustration come through. "It is all her fault that my own kingdom does not approve of me! The people care not for me or what I do for this kingdom! All they say is Princess Peach is so nice. Why can't our princess be like that?" Her voice turns mocking and overly sweet at that last part, then she huffs again. "I am perfectly nice! I am simply not a goody-goody pushover like that Princess Peach! And Bowser is no better! He has not once tried to kidnap me, despite this kingdom being here just as long as the Mushroom Kingdom! What is his problem? I am just as beautiful and desirable as that little blonde bimbo!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Indeed, I only heard some small mention of him the last week, supposedly he'd resurfaced again," Ferham is quick to keep up on those who might be looking to kidnap her acquaintances. "Oh, well then, wouldn't you be glad to hear her nemesis has returned?--But where are my manners--I'm Ferham--" she however pauses as Sarra has her little... well, tiff there. She stays silent until she's done.      "I can see by your gloves and your demeanor you are not as... soft, or gentle as she seems to be," she raises a brow when she mentions Bowser not even bothering to kidnap her, however.      "Is that something you would prefer?" Ferham isn't about to judge of course, she's seen stranger desires and stranger things in her time. "I mean if you were looking for someone to kidnap you, well..." she shrugs a little, muttering. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Princess Sarracenia blinks at Ferham's questions. "What? N-no, of course I do not /want/ to be kidnapped! That would be crazy!" she says, though her slight blush and hesitance to meet Ferham's gaze suggest otherwise. "It is simply that he has never even tried! It is insulting! As if I am not as good as Peach!" Yep, she obviously has some issues.      She peers a moment as Ferham mutters, then coughs softly. "Of course, being kidnapped does have its advantages. Such as heroic plumbers who come to one's rescue. Or, in this Multiverse, I have discovered that heroes come in many shapes and sizes and types, and are not always men." She says this as if it is a slight hint.      The princess folds her arms again after that. "Did you come here merely to gain intelligence on the other kingdoms? If so, I can offer a fair amount of information." she says, a slight smile returning to her face before she brushes some stray strands of her reddish-blonde hair out of her face. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham just smiles as Sarra begins to blush and has to look away like that, nodding her head a little. "I can understand, actually--it's not like he'd go after a woman such as me, either--I'm not even a princess--I'm not even human, for that matter, I'm a Reploid," she shrugs a little again, not seeming to mind it.      "Well if it is something I can perhaps help arrange, I wouldn't mind, would you happen to have information on Peach and her dealings with Bowser then?" Ferham gestures as if it might be wise to talk about this in private.      "Mmm... partly, I was also curious curious if you were as beautiful as Princess Peach, for one, and if there was anything in the kingdom I could assist with, it never hurts to have contacts within our organization, after all," she bows her head again with a smile.      "Lovely shoes, by the way," she seems to mean it. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Princess Sarracenia nods lightly, then motions for Ferham to follow her. "Well, as mentioned, I have had only one dealing with Bowser, and only a few more with Peach." she says, then smirks lightly and gives her hair a swish at Ferham's mention of comparing her and Peach. "So? Who is the more lovely princess?" she asks, standing up a bit taller and trying to give the best display she can. And at the compliment to her shoes she smiles happily. "Thank you. I had them custom ordered."      She leads Ferham into a small meeting room, then motions to one of the chairs around the large, long table. It is a table carved out of one long piece of wood and intricately inlaid with gold and iridescent stones all lacquered and polised to a mirror shine. Sarracenia takes a seat at the head of the table. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham follows along, nodding with a smile. "I like them," Ferham's own boots have a heel to them, but of course as they're part of her armor they're hardly meant for a black-tie or evening wear affair. She's quick to sit herself down as she's shown to the chairs, carefully angling herself down into it with her wings out of the way.      "Thank you, I also adore your gloves, they're much more... commanding and assured than other princesses I've seen," her green eyes pause on them for a moment, before leaning back in the chair. "Elegant castle interior, as well--so, yes, I am somewhat here to not only meet your lovely self, but also see if you've had any past experiences with King Koopa... ergo Bowser." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Princess Sarracenia starts blushing softly again as Ferham's compliments for her continue to flow. She looks her gloves over and giggles a bit. "Well, I did not want to appear weak like Princess Peach. Those soft white gloves of hers...it is no wonder she cannot look out for herself." she says a bit arrogantly.      The comment about meeting her lovely self brings back the soft blush and Princess Sarracenia gives her hair a swish with a hand to help calm herself and maintain her air of superiority. "I had only one experience with King Bowser. He and I faced each other in that combat training area within the Citadel. He ended up besting me with my own weapon. But, as princess of this kingdom, it is my responsibility to know about other kingdoms. Is there something specific you wish to know?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "This is true, she does dress rather impractically," Ferham nods, apparently she's seen her before. She listens as Sarracenia recounts her previous encounters with the King of Koopas, her legs crossing and leaning forward with her palms folded over her knee, listening.      "He is said to be very powerful, this is why I wanted to investigate him, even if he does work for the same organization as us," she nods. "He is very strong, and he possesses magical powers, things I don't do very well against, so do his followers," she seems serious about that, as well.      "Well, does he have any weaknesses? aside from damseling Princesses, that is," she seems to think of that at first. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Princess Sarracenia considers that a moment. "Weaknesses...the only true weakness of his of which I am aware is his tail. He is a bit slow due to his size and weight, and supposedly if you grab his tail it throws him off balance and even a small plumber can swing him around and send him flying through the air. He breathes fire, but is surprisingly not really resistant to it. I think if one were to fight him the best tactic is to use his own force against him. Get him to attack and then move and counter-attack."      Sarra shakes her head after that. "But, he is quite strong, and his use of magic is something that I do not share. But, I do have ways to counter those powers. My kingdom is a primary manufacturer of single-use powerups. They grant temporary use of such things as fire and ice bolts, as well as flight abilities. But..." Sarra looks Ferham over. "...I doubt you would have much need for those things." she adds, smirking lightly. "However, I do have some utility items that you might find interesting. I personally favor the suit-type powerups. Tanuki, frog, hammer sibling...there are a few others, but those three are the most useful in my opinion. And they are quite cute when worn." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham looked surprised when Sarra mentioned Bowser's tail, that was pertinant information, at least--and it made sense, many creatures with tails tended to try and protect them, since they lacked natural armor, especially like the kind Bowser possessed.      "So, his tail and fire, hmm..." Fer makes note of that, before looking back up at Sarracenia. "Probably not of the ice-granting things, but the others are interesting," she nodded with a grin in return to Sarra. Oh yes, she liked this princess.      "You do? Hmm... would you perhaps show me how they work? How to use them?" she asked, leaning forward and seeming to be looking to Sarra to help. Magical artifacts were likely not her strong suit, it seemed. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia grins almost impishly at that. "Of course. In fact, I have a room dedicated to their use and for practicing while using them." she says, then stands and motions to Ferham. "Please, come with me." Sarracenia then guides Ferham out of the meeting room and upstairs. It is quite a staircase, just as intricate and extravagant as the rest of the castle.      Sarra leads Ferham down a long hallway and to a certain door. When she opens it...it is a training room! A large training room made of thick black and white granite blocks that promise to withstand lots of abuse. Wooden test dummies holding mockups of swords and shields with targets on their chests and one for a head line the far wall. Next to the door is a large red and gold treasure chest locked with a heavy steel lock. Sarra closes the door once Ferham is inside, then moves to the chest. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a golden key, then unlocks the chest before grinning to Ferham. "Alright, which powerup would you like first? I suggest the hammer-sibling suit. You will understand once you put it on."      Sarracenia then throws Ferham...a doll? Yes, a small yellow doll wearing a thick black helmet and a thick black armored shell. "Just give it a hug~" Sarracenia giggles before she pulls out one for herself and demonstrates. She hugs the doll, and it explodes in smoke and magical sparkles. When the smoke clears a moment later, Sarracenia's dress is gone. In it's place is the black helmet, black shell, and a black bodysuit. And in her hand is a small but dangerous-looking maul. The head is as thick as a fist, and looks very heavy, with a thick steel grip. "And then...you practice throwing!"      Sarra throws her hammer with deadly accuracy, smashing the head off of one of the dummies. The hammer she threw disappears after impact and reappears in her hand with the same smoke puff of the suit transformation. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I'd be delighted," Ferham would hold out a gloved hand for the regal girl, and if she took it, would walk hand in hand with her while letting Sarra lead the way, smiling. Her green eyes did wonder about the halls as they walked, the girl's heels clattering as they went, no doubt. She is rather surprised and taken in by the elaborate training area, so much so she jumps a bit when Sarra closes the door behind her, before regaining her composure.      "Oh, yes, of course... Hammer Sibling? I assume that's gender-neutral for Hammer 'Brother'?" she'd heard of them, apparently--they were specialized turtle troopers of Bowser's. "Just hug it?" Ferham had to react quickly to catch the 'doll' item that was thrown over to her, looking surprised when she managed to catch it in her arms loosely despite having not intended to use it just yet--it appeared she was going to try it on anyway!      BAMF      As the smoke cleared, Ferham was standing there--now out of her armor, but in something quite a bit bulky--she had the padded Hammer Bros helmet, and accompanying shell on her back, however her outfit had changed to a set of long red gloves, boots, along with a red harnessed bra and thong combo.      "What the--eek!" Ferham's reaction to the new outfit was priceless, course, but she did relent as she found herself able to move quite a bit quicker now. She practiced throwing a few hammers, having to get the hang of it as the first couple went high, but soon enough, she was getting the hang of it. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia is visibly surprised with how Ferham ends up dressed. Sarra's suit is tight, but it covers nearly every inch of her skin! Ferham's outfit is at the least provocative, and Sarracenia blushes a bit before giggling. "Oh dear. It seems the powerup does customize a bit to its user." she says as she looks Ferham over. "I must say I am surprised. I was under the impression you were a Reploid, and that your armor was integrated." she says, then smiles. "So, give it a try? The dummies are automatically replaced once they are destroyed."      And, as if on que, the dummy that Sarracenia smashed is pulled back through a slot in the wall, and another is pushed forward. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "You're not so bad yourself there, Princess Sarracenia," Ferham huffed a little, before looking over at Sarra with a smile, despite having blushed a bit herself. "My armor is stored at the moment, I reason I can summon it back when this state ends, or is dispelled," she shakes her head. "It's not built into me, it's however fitted for my shape and systems, it won't work for anyone else," she practices lobbing a few of those hammers--hey, throwing hammers was no joke--if you've ever had one thrown at you.      She practices sending a few more at the new replaced dummy--the hail of wood and steel hammers clobbering the fresh one and impacting it in several places, crashing into it!      "Huh... I can see why you like this one, it's surprisingly satisfying," she put her hands on her hips, perhaps forgetting the outfit was baring a lot of midriff, before looking down and realizing this, before peering over at Sarra. Awkward~ 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia doesn't seem to mind. In fact, when Ferham looks over at her she gives a little wink. "Yes. These items magically store your other equipment and things until the suit is destroyed. Then it magically returns them to you unharmed. These powerups are only good until you take a damaging hit. One good smack and it disappears. So, they are good in a pinch, but one should not rely solely on them." she explains before she joins Ferham in some hammer sister fun.      Sarracenia must agree with Ferham on the satisfying comment, because she has a slightly sadistic grin as she smashes those dummies with thrown hammers. She even laughs out loud every now and then as a head goes flying or a dummy is smashed in half by a particularly vicious hammer hit. "It is very satisfying! I use this range to relieve my stress quite often!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham listens silently as Sarra explains this, before moving aside and letting Sarra join her throwing hammers. She doesn't seem to mind being 'Hammer Sisters' with the Princess, at least! She seems even surprised at the glee the princess goes through with this display of violence.      "Oohh, I like you, Princess Sarracenia," Ferham all but purrs, noting the wanton glee and capability she has in defending herself. It's surprising and quite a bit different from the other princess types she's seen.      "Stress relief is a go, I like this," she nodded, finally having taken out a few more of the training dummys, popping a few of her joints as she takes a moment to relax. "So you do this all the time? It's a lot of fun," she nods with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia smashes one last dummy, then giggles and grins at Ferham's comments. "Of course it is. I wouldn't do anything for relaxation that wasn't fun." she says, standing with one hand on her hip and her weight shifted to that side while she tosses a hammer casually up and down. "The frog suit lets you swim quickly underwater and hold your breath for a very long time. The tanuki suit offers the power of flight, as well as cold-weather endurance and the ability to transform into an indestructible statue. And they are both quite cute, if you ask me. But, the hammer sibling suit is the best for combat. The helmet and back shell are near impervious. However, I do have a few other items that rather than giving you a new outfit just alter the color pattern on your current outfit."      Sarracenia moves back to the chest and leans forward, then pulls out a cute little flower with eyes. It glows with fiery power. "Unfortunately you can't use a suit and another power item at the same time. Except a Power Star, but those can't be manufactured or really even gathered." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Tanuki, I've heard that name before--mythical Japanese animal?" Ferham nodded a little, a hand raised to her chin as she took in that information. Now that she'd learned how to use the magical items she could utilize them whenever she needed to, which was handy. "Cold-weather endurance? I might save that for you--or my other human friends, they could be saved by that in a pinch--I myself am resistant to cold temperatures," she stood aside as Sarra bent down into the box, watching with interest as she came up with the fire flower.      "So if I were to use that one now it would simply... overwrite this one? important to know," she nodded, then blinked. "I'll keep that in mind," she nodded, smiling down at Sarra. She seemed to be having a great time. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia blinks at that first question. "Is it? I really don't know why it is called that. It looks like a raccoon to me." she says, then pulls one out so Ferham can see it. It's another little doll, except this one has a black face with cute shiny black eyes surrounded by the fur and body of a raccoon plush. Sarracenia sets it on a small table by the chest. Then Sarra pulls out a little frog of similar design and sets it down beside the tanuki.      Sarracenia then turns back to Ferham and smiles. "I like the fireflower almost as the hammer sibling." she says, then gives the flower a hug. In another puff of smoke and sparkles her dress returns, but the coloration is different. Where is was all bright red, it is now a darker fire red with white accents and flame yellow gloves. Then, she gives a graceful twirl before flicking a finger at one of the dummies. And with a quick sound , a fireball about the size of a softball goes bouncing along the floor before hitting the dummy.      And exploding like a mini-firebomb. The dummy is both blown apart and caught on fire, and Sarracenia is again grinning. "Perhaps even better than the hammers." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I must say, as much as the form-fitting Hammer Sis outfit is nice on you, that dress looks even better with the flame pattern," Ferham points out as Sarra transforms (mostly) back, though she jumps back as she notices the fireball being flicked. Likely Fer is mindful of the amount of skin the hammer outfit leaves open, embers on that wouldn't be pleasant.      "On second thought..." Ferham took up the almost beanie baby-sized raccoon suit plush and drew it closer--soon finding herself in a full body Tanuki Suit! Think 'Batman the animated series' Catwoman esque sort of full-body thing, only brown and raccoon-themed. Along with a big long bushy tail!      "There, now how do you--" she practiced turning to stone with it a few times--her entirety turning slate gray, and remaining that way. Whoops, did she not know how to change back?? 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia blinks in surprise as Ferham picks up that tanuki plush, then giggles as Ferham transforms into a statue. She isn't sure if Ferham knows how to change back or not, but the suit usually imparts such knowledge. Still, Sarracenia can't help but smirk lightly. She idly wonders if Ferham is teasing her, given the Reploid's conduct so far. "Oh dear. I hope you can change back. Otherwise, I may have to put you in the royal courtyard as the centerpiece of a fountain." she says before...she flicks a fireball at Ferham. Likely just to give the reploid a better idea of the statue's advantages. It may be immobile, but it is quite heavy and the explosive fireball hits Ferham-statue and just explodes harmlessly.      Sarracenia giggles, then smiles. "It is gratifying to know that my Confederate allies like my kingdom's items so much. Once they have used them. I have had quite a lot of trouble exporting any to the Multiverse. But then, with so many powerful items already out there, these items must seem more like trinkets than useful items." she says. She apparently thinks Ferham can hear her despite being a statue. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      As the fireball hits her square on, it is dispersed--and Ferham changes back from being a statue--becoming normal again, but also looking a bit surprised by that.      "Ahh! That was... something else," apparently she was confused at what happened. "I thought I understood how it worked, but... I guess I almost wound up a very attractive lawn ornament," she reached over and patted Sarra on the shoulder, apparently thankful she was there to help her.      "Well, I can somewhat understand, they do seem to require some training to use, and I suppose some people might be looking for weapons or armor that doesn't fade away getting struck once," she apologetically nods, but brightens a little. "On the plus side, I do have to thank you for showing me how to use these," she gives the princess a respectful bow of her head and upper body. "I had a lot of fun tonight, too," she looks back up at the woman with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia giggles as Ferham changes back in response to the fireball hit, then again at the comment. "Nonsense. If you had been stuck as a statue, I would have made you the focus of a beautiful fountain in order to honor your own beauty." she says with a teasing smile. She then nods at the comment about the items. "True. Perhaps they are only really useful here on this world, where it is much easier to avoid being hit, partially due to the creatures on encounters being quite incompetent."      Sarra smiles happily as Ferham says she had a good time. "I am glad! I have so few friend who are interested in my items and my kingdom." she says, then sighs. "...or even interested in me." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "You would...? I mean--uh, at least until I figured out how to use it to turn back, I suspect," she eyes Sarra a bit, before letting it go. For the moment. "Well, I wouldn't say that--being able to swim that well or fly could be a useful life-saving tool, as well as the resistance to the cold," Fer plucked at the fur covering of the tanuki suit, before blinking and slipping over to slip her arms around Sarracenia herself.      "Relax--whenever you're feeling low just give me a hail over the radio and I can come by, okay?" she gave the girl a snug hug before leaning back, though not fully releasing her yet.      "If you're okay with that anyway, I realize being a Princess comes with a lot of respect due to you," she winks. She rocked herself back and forth a bit on the heels that were integrated into the tanuki suit for her, likely sporty thick 3" ones. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia seems rather surprised when she is suddenly hugged. She goes stiff a moment, but slowly relaxes. She doesn't hug back, but doesn't push Ferham off either. "I suppose I could. If I have the time." she says to the radio comment, then smiles just a bit as Ferham pulls back. "I just wish my subjects felt the same way. They are respectful, but I would not say that they think I deserve respect." she says.      She runs her hands along Ferham's arms after that and giggles. "Tanuki looks so cute on you. Perhaps I should commission a non-magical suit for you." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Perhaps we need to work on your public image a little more, is all," Ferham says with a helpful tone, blinking a little with her brows raised, before she grins. "I'll wear what the Princess deems appropriate then, I suppose, while I'm in her kingdom," she doesn't seem to mind the idea of Sarra getting outfits for her made. "It's the least I could do, anyway," Ferham didn't seem to mind her arms being petted like that either. Tha tail of her tanuki outfit curls around the both of them.      "For now though, I should probably get back... as much fun as spending time here with you is," she pats Sarra on the shoulder. As Fer begins to untangle herself from Sarracenia though, her entire body begins to have that familiar slate-gray creeping across it again.      SHINK.      Ferham is again a statue. Well, on second thought, perhaps she ought to spend the night! 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia giggles a bit as that tail curls around, then smiles softly as Ferham pulls away. "Okay. Have a good ni-..." Her words trail off as Ferham turns into a statue again. Sarracenia rolls her eyes and giggles. "I am not building you that fountain tonight!" she says teasingly. She gives Ferham a pat on the head, then giggles again. "But, you are welcome to stay the night. Although, you might feel a bit stiff if you stay a statue all night."      Then, Sarracenia heads for the door after packing away her powerups and locking the chest again. "See you in the morning~" she sing-songs to Ferham before stepping out. 
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4268/The Digi-Virus

2016-07-29T23:14:58Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      After hearing of a direct request to head down to the dark holds to report to some research staff, Ferham makes her way down there. Her high-heeled, thigh-high boots click-clack against the utilitarian concrete floors, the sound echoing down the halls. She hadn't been down here very much since Wily had been taken off, she realized, though she had just been down there the other day to assist with No. 9... her thoughts were getting lost a bit, she realized, now was not the time to get wistful. She doubted whoever this was could be someone like the old roboticist, or Taro, necessarily--who while they checked up on her fairly often, they didn't request her assistance with projects very much.      Now all she had to do was find where this person's labspace /was/--which might be a bit tough, since the complex was sprawling, as a lot of the facility was. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah's sprite Bko was waiting in the matrix for Ferham. When nearby, Bko will ping her, manifest a physical image, and guide her to Jedah's lab. Bko says,"Evening, Ensign Ferham. Have you come to help boss with his code problems?" She looks like a chibi with green hair and dressed like a librarian or school marm. She has some kind of device in her hand that is streaming data, which she glances at occasionally. She is a data sprite. Without objection, Bko will take Ferham to Jedah. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oh hello," Ferham wasn't sure if Bko was a holographic data assistant like the sort found in Mass effect, or what--but she appreciated the assistance no matter. Once at Jedah's lab space, Ferham stepped inside and looked around, the wings attached to her back whirring a little as they adjusted themselves, likely to the stricter confines in this interior. "Hello...?" she looked around, her voice sounding deep feminine and almost purring, it was difficult to tell she was human, unless you looked at all the armor she had and decided it couldn't possibly be a suit. She sounded like a super model, and had the figure of one to match, it seemed like.      "I got a request to report to here... what exactly is it you're working on?" 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Bko smiles and nods. As they travel to the hallway, she hums a bit to herself. Jedah smiles as Ferham arrives. "Oh good, they finally got my request. Thank you," he says with a bow. "I am Jedah Dohma, and this is my laboratory." Looking around, three are three computers, two of which appear to be running calculations with particles in the size range of about 5-12 nanometers. The entire lab is spotted with black boxes. They are tall rectangles. After the door slides slowly closed (no danger here), the lights flip off, and the boxes reveal glowing flowers. "You can take one of the night lilies home with you if you like, only don't expose it to sunlight or UV light. It will combust, sadly. They're from my version of Makai. I grow them to take my mind off work. I'm working on a few new varieties, but I can't seem to make one that can endure sunlight for more than a few minutes," "What am I working on? I'm working on a program that will affect digital avatars. I've been studying technovirology and virology in general." He shows some diagrams. "Humans have several diseases that are difficult to treat because the viruses mutate. For instance, the virus responsible for hepatitis c replicates its RNA without checking for mistakes. So many of the baby viruses are inert. However, since there are thousands and thousands of viruses and they multiply, they produce what are almost new strains of the same virus entirely, fooling the immune cells. This is what made the human immunodeficiency virus such a problem." He chuckles,"It was a grad student that suggested multiple drugs instead of a single drug the virus could get around. It took much longer to adapt to three or five drugs than just one." "So this is my first technovirus. It won't affect anything with a physical frame. Only creatures made entirely out of code. Think of it as my 'Hello World,' Some of the Union have avatars such as these. The virus merely produced symptoms akin to a common code. Then, as it replicates itself, it gradually destroys itself rather than creating fresh strains. It should only last about 72 hours. This is merely the first step in a potential weapon against the Union, and one that is very specific and most likely won't see much attention. That's why I'm doing it rather than another more prominent researcher," He opens a mini-cooler and pours himself a glass of something amber-colored. "would you like some tea or something? Then you can look at the code and databases with me and Bko, and we can wrap this up. I'm trying to condense the code as much as possible while leaving enough room for it to last the time frame I want," 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Night lilies?" Ferham asked, her green eyes scanning the many glack rectangles and multiple computers running in tandem. Typically, computers working together were how things like complex gene sequencing and other sorts of high calculations were conducted--this seemed to be a legitimate concerted effort.      "Ah, I see, technovirology?" she seemed curious about that, for more than one reason--she was a robot herself, and no one that came from her world didn't know about the maverick virus--which was like an insane, sinister parody of the Y2k virus that caused world world devestation. "Correct, bacteria mutates, sometimes, this is beneficial, such as a lethal or life-threatning strain mutating to become less so," she nods, heels clicking as she stepped over to study one of the monitors and the particles on it.      "10 Print Hello World 20 End?" she smiled a little, phonetically reciting that bit of code as if it were normal speech. Robot humor, ha ha. "Creatures made out of code, you mean like living programs such as Digimon? AI like that?" she turned to him and shook her head. "No that's fine, unless you have a spare E-can or the like," she shook her head, crossing her arms. "So what did you need from me, exactly? Did you want me to stand next to one of your computers and fall in to do some extra processing?" she smirked. She /was/ a computer herself, technically, after all. Overgrown calculator that had sprouted legs, but what legs those were, ohoho. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah nods and chuckles at the joke. He shakes his head,"Sorry, you'd have to check the Researcher's Union for something like that. If they don't have it though, they can probably replicate it from the database. He snaps his fingers "Yes, like the digimon I've heard about, or perhaps gaming avatars. I actually need your help with a simulation. I've created a basic AI. Now we need to fine tune the virus. It can't be lethal, because I haven't been authorized to do that. I want it to develop three annoying symptoms, such as a cough, runny nose, nausea, fever, delirium, or stigmata," Jedah smirks. Is she paying attention? There appears to be a game on the computer nearest Ferham. "Bko turned it into a game. She and her sister do what I tell them, but they're very childlike. She's spent a lot more time on it than I have, relatively. I had to use the Primer, my own superscience textbook, heavily as well. My expertise is xenobiology and biochemistry, not software engineering. Jedah gestures to the chair. "It's pretty simple. Pick some good symptoms, we'll accelerate the run time, and watch it get over the virus. Then I'll have to think of an object to insert it into. Perhaps some kind of digital consumable. Later on, we'll test it on someone, preferably someone from the Union. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It was a joke," Ferham said sounding as if she was a little good-naturedly cheesed he didn't get her joke, not that she didn't expect he wouldn't. Robot humor, after all. "Ah, I see, so you're much more a classical bioweapons engineer, I'd take it?" Ferham turned from the computer back to Jedah, peering at him. "Gaming avatar? like those ones used by the virtual world players? Hrm..." she nodded. "I've run into Gaonoir before, and also several other digimon--they're a curious fully sort of AI that mimic organic functions and some behaviors, depending on the type," she nodded. "It depends what data they're comprised of, actually--some imitate robots and follow more base AI functions, others are based on mythological concepts such as monsters or religious figures," she leaned over the computer, making a few test lines of code as she tapped at the keys, remarkably fast.      "If you're looking to disable something like those creatures I suppose I could help you in your lab work, it only makes sense really, I have field experience with them," she nodded. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah considers capturing one of these creature and experimenting on it. ((Too bad I'd need permission from the theme)). Gaonoir? He makes a mental note of that name. He listens intently. "I would be most grateful for whatever help you can give," he says happily. He thinks about testing it on a real AI. Bko is too useful, and for the moment, so is Ferham. If she volunteers for that, it's fine. What if it appeared to be a lab accident? All this with a calm, friendly demeanor. The evil gears in his head are turning almost as fast as she's typing. Almost. Jedah checks on the calculations, and then pauses one of them to work on another part of the code. His work isn't very imaginative, but it is meticulous, although much slower than Ferham's. He finds his errors almost immediately, and turning pages in his Primer of Dark Science, draws from its sinister pages the tools he needs. If he can engineer it to be ingested, or on contact. Air born is too much at this point. Probably something injested. Yes, that would be best. He would need, what, a digital.. steak? 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Gaonoir is an independantly working digimon that has attacked techno urbania before, there are some logged reports of my experiences with the creature, it's power is immense and should be considered highly dangerous--which is largely why I'm keen on working with you," Ferham smiled a little. Gentleman or not, Jedah was weapons with what he discovered, she was aware of this. She briefly looked over at him as he worked while she was bent over and working on another console, the two apparently working together fine. She's able to type quite quickly, even with those clawed claws--one must wonder how Jedah is able to go at the speed he works at--especially with those long tapering nails of his.      "Delivery method... I'd assume some sort of spore or perhaps a mobile drone or maybe an artificial creature to seek out and infect, maybe, something that can move on it's own, but could also be controlled, if need be," she gnaws her lower lip just a bit in thought, something she did as she worked. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah is almost done with his part. "Now how do we make code something physical?" He spends a few minutes in the book. "Heisenberg..Higgs-Boson..Himmelcraft. Here we go." He pulls out something akin to a 3d printer, and makes a small silver cube. "This is inert manifested code. It doesn't have the virus in it, but this substance will be what we put the virus in. If we have spores, we can grow fungus on the block, then whatever spores it emits will have the virus. We can probably make a binary solution for transmission for some kind of mechanical mosquito. As for consumables, that's the easiest." "Have you picked your symptoms yet? Aches and pains might not be bad, but preferably a sneeze, cough, or something vexing. Still, I leave it to you." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Simple, find something that can transmit the code, the code itself not only has the task of self-replicating and infecting the target but also to find a vector in the digimon's body, so it might need to pierce their skin or find some way to embed themselves into their bodies or cores," Ferham has a funny feeling they possess something like a core, which was a physical manifestation of not only physical heart and mind but likely also of their intelligence and personalities. Much like Reploids do, which also, unbeknownst to her, makes her a prime guinea pig.      "If it's spores or a USB drive it doesn't necessarily matter, but last I checked Digimon don't seem to have a problem with organic bacteria, so this would need to be synthetic, even a swarm of nanites could work," she nodded. "However there would need to be precautions to make sure it didn't get out of control, so there will need to be multiple levels of redundant safe-guards, among other things," she looked over at the core.      "Mosquito, hmm? taken from your vampiric background?" she grinned a little, still leaned over the computer, but stood up now. "We'll give it a cough to test at first, something less likely to happen unless they're exposed to allergens, particularly, could work better as field test--as far as I know digimon eat, sneeze and perform other biological functions," she nodded. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah quickly turns some pages in the book and types a few commands into the computer. A black box similar to a printer, produces a hologram of a sprite, which then solidifies. "We should be able to test it on this sprite. Don't worry, it's mindless. Also, I'll have Bko and Ako leave the immediate area just to be sure," He rubs his eyes. Maybe he's in need of glasses? He must do a lot of up close work. "Go back home, girls, I'll see you tonight," He says. He also constructs a barrier around the sprite, translucent, but should safeguard the virus from running rampant in the laboratory. "What do you think?" He asks Ferham, keen on listening to her ideas. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Looks a little too cute for a bioweapon, maybe," Ferham peers at the small cartoonish figure that was trapped within the barrier, shrugging. "Nobody said it had to look dangerous, either, I guess--could be useful as camouflage, can it infect digital beings yet?" Ferham approached the barrier and peered down at it, scrutinizing it before stepping back. "It looks sort of like those little figures kids draw on their school notebooks," she comments, before shrugging.      "If not, it's fine, it's a good start, was there anything else you wanted me to work on in the meantime?" she put her hand on her hip, turning to face the bat man--well, Jedah. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah nods. "Yes, very simple. Perhaps if I saw enough examples of digimon, I could modify it to look like them. Then it could sneeze or cough or whatever and infect them." He smiles at the cartoonishness thought. "Yes, I suppose it does.^t^t"No, I think that'll do it for now. We'll probably go with the usual vectors for colds. Coughs, sneezes, and the like. Perhaps we could go to the digital world soon and test it out." Jedah thinks if there's anything else. He triggers the virus, and the link to the box flows like blood, from blue to red into the box. Within a few minutes, a cough, a sneeze, and then the general symptoms of the cold. "That's odd. It's almost like the book amplified the program. I didn't intend this many symptoms. I'd better observe him for a while," 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Huh, I was expecting you to go for something like a mosquito--you know, they inject their saliva when inserting their proboscis through the tissue of another creature--it's what creates that itching sensation, the enzymes in their saliva reacts with the victim's antibodies," Ferham goes into some brief national geographics-esque lesson for a second, trying to do her part with the research and development of this no doubt hazardous plague.      "I'm only helping with this because Digimon could be a threat to our organization, not all of them work for the union or independantly attack us," she narrowed her eyes as she watched the little thing begin to go through the flu-like symptons. "I'll want to see an anti-body developed as well that's effective in treating it, I don't want the death of an entire species on my hands," she looked towards Jedah with seriousness. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah nods. "Don't worry, I'll develop not only antibodies, but vaccines for digimon not on the Union's side. If I were a bit more ambitious, we could infect the digital world, then offer a cure, saving it and improving our standing with digimon. But that is not my intention," he says. He seems to be considering something, but shakes his head. "No, that is beyond my expertise, and I would need approval from higher up. Baby steps, only babys teps." he says. He washes his hands and then drinks an amber liquid from a transparent thermos. "Thank you for your help. Remember, the virus is designed to degrade. It only lasts 72 hours, and then the immune response will develop antibodies anyway, but I will do as you ask. It should prove.. interesting." "As is typical of my kind, I feel I owe you a favor. Feel free to cash it in. As long as it go Confederate interests, I'm okay with it," He offers the typical "Let's make a deal" handshake, playing up his stereotype. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Hmm, true, propaganda, I suppose?" Ferham thought about that. It was nefarious, but it was also quite intelligent. Still she didn't seem to be a fan of the idea. She watches Jedah as he drank that amber fluid. Alcohol? Embalming fluid? Who could tell? She was fairly sure Jedah /was/ made of blood, after all. He only looked like he was wearing a suit.      "I might have to hold you to your agreement sooner than later," Ferham grinned a little, then reached over to clasp her black-gloved hand around Jedah's. Her glove was made of something like spandex, though it did have black talons extending from the fingertips. She shook the vampire's hand back, a few good shakes before stepping back.      "If you weren't a mad scientist bent on sowing chaos and destruction I might ask to hang out sometime," she smirked a little. She likely meant it as a joke. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah nods and shakes Ferham's hand. Claws not bothering him. Firm shake, not too hard, but there's strength behind it. "Yes, yes, if only I weren't a mad scientst. Ha ha," He said with a toothy grin, "But I plan on producing helpful dark science for a long time," He gets the joke. "Well, I'll get back to work. I'm also a fair combatant, so if you should need assistance in that area, let me know," he says. 5rHe gives her a sliver of chip with his radio frequency. "Unil next time," 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I'll check back soon," Ferham's wing joints whirred as she turned and got ready to leave. She turned to take the chip from him and looked at it for a moment before stowing it away. "Sure, until then..." she left still somehow feeling like she had made some sort of grevious error. Only time would tell... 
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4243/Aggressive Surveying

2016-07-16T22:24:48Z

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|Date of Scene=2016/06/21
|Location=The Marshlands
|Synopsis=Sephiroth conducts some drilling to search for sweet, sweet Mako and brings his merry band of confed agents and super criminals along for a picnic!
|Cast of Characters=626, 640, 714, 880, 949, 991, 1003
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1003|Sephiroth (1003)}} has posed:''' The ShinRa Electric Company is an entity of corporate greed and crass disregard for its homeworld's life. Mako, the source of most of the world's electricity comes from what is literally the life force of the planet. Its use is slowly but surely making the Planet die. They do not care in the least, as long as the Gil rolls in. It is this ceaseless desire for power and money that brings this crew to the middle of nowhere, near a swamp teeming with life. Life, generally, means Mako. Mako means money, and ShinRa is always where the money is. Where ShinRa is, Sephiroth is. The company has sent their greatest crea--asset out into the wilds, to protect the survey team from errant and aggressive wildlife, to deter interlopers from interfering by his presence, and to drive them off with his monstrous strength if they refuse. He's brought help. Just in case. The survey team has their equipment assembled, and without further preamble, they begin to drill. It is noisy, disruptive and dangerous. It may call attention. 

:'''{{#var:991|Stygian Mirror (991)}} has posed:'''     A young woman sits near one of the drills, reading. She seems to be perusing a pamphlet provided by ShinRa, likely filled with propaganda about building the future today. Still, the information inside wasn't half-bad, especially if they'd included a rundown of Mako and Materia as payment. That's because the woman is a mercenary, and she doesn't work for money, just information. Talk about affordable.     A noise-cancelling pair of headphones rest over her fox ears awkwardly (probably also with ShinRa's logo on them), though the twitching of her cat tail even as she sits perfectly still indicates she's not at rest. Those drills are noisy, they weren't kidding with the warning.     A Soulsteel sword remains hanging from her waist, ghostly faces and hands occasionally dancing on the surface of the pitch black metal, like they're trying to get out. But right now, she seems rather focused on her reading material. She's here to guard; if nothing happens, then great, easy jobs are never unwelcome. 

:'''{{#var:949|Copy Rock (949)}} has posed:'''     Some of that help, seems to have gotten a day-pass from his elementry school! Watching the drill bore viciously into the earth is what looks like a young boy of nine or teen. He has posted himself up on a cargo crate, legs dangling over the side, heels of his sneakers absently thumping at it's exterior, wearing at the embossed SHINRA logo there in set! Done up in short-pants and a baseball tee (blue to grey), the young man looks listless, bored, chin resting on the heel of a up-raised palm. If he is at all bothered by the pesky insects that make swamp-lands their home, he does not show it, bare arms and legs free of the tell-tale welts of bites or stings. He watches, bored stiff and petulent, it isn't long before he raises his voice in complaint. "Heeeey, how long will this take?!" he demands, straightening his posture from his beleagured slump. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      Echo kept her presence relatively unseen, she followed as a passenger inside Sephiroth's shadow, visible as a pair of red eyes in it that peeked out here and there out of the corner of one's eye. Of course, she didn't doubt who's shade she'd hitched a ride on would realize she's there, she was doing this to remain subtle--more subtle than she was normally, what what with her stark white-winged and black-dressed Elvira-looking batty self could hope to accomplish otherwise. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Following not far behind the survey team and the silver-haired swordsman is a one-eyed woman in a fancy white coat of her own, a complicated-looking gunaxe strapped to one hip and a riot shield braced in one arm. Sanary adjusts her eyepatch as she glances about at their surrounding rapidly, her hand occasionally reaching for the weapon's handle as if she's being a little careful about interlopers.      "You know if there's anything good to eat out here? Like a... Wild boars or anything?" She speaks in her normal volume, unlikely to really be audible through all the drilling noise. She does notice the folly of her question a few moments later, though, and shouts a fair bit louder while turning towards her companions for this trip.      "You think we'll find any wild game out here?!" 

:'''{{#var:991|Stygian Mirror (991)}} has posed:'''     "IF THERE'S ANYTHING STILL AROUND HERE WITH THIS NOISE IT'S PROBABLY BIG ENOUGH TO EAT THE DRILL, SO MAYBE." Mirror answers Sanary, almost shouting, a mix of the fact she's wearing those noise-cancelling headphones and trying to compensate for the noise.     To Copy Rock, she even manages to produce an answer out of her pamphlet. "IT SAYS HERE IF THEY FIND SOMETHING THEY'RE PROBABLY GOING TO TRY STAYING HERE FOREVER, SO I GUESS IT DEPENDS ON IF THEY FIND SOMETHING AND HOW WORTH STAYING IT IS."     She scrolls down, reading the next topic in her brochure.     "IT ALSO SAYS THERE'S A SALE ON SHINRA-MODEL MOTORCYCLES, WHAT'S A MOTORCYCLE." 

:'''{{#var:1003|Sephiroth (1003)}} has posed:''' Sephiroth's unsettling green eyes land on Copy Rock and he shaks his head, brushing hair out of his face with his right hand. Why the right? Because the left is carrying his sword. It is very large. The end. He doesn't seem to speak loudly, but his voice seems to carry. "It will be done when it is done." He returns his gaze to the horizon, feeling that itch between his shoulders as his very shadow is used to sneak around in. He is a professional. He ignores it. He glances at Sanary and shrugs. "I am unfamiliar with this location. I don't know." All the while, the drill roars and belches oily black smoke that can be seen for miles. The poor ecosystem! 

:'''{{#var:880|Nero (880)}} has posed:'''      "Mhmhmhmhm!"      Came a sudden imperious laugh from some distance away. There is a burst of flame that jets above like a shower of fireworks, revealing a blonde girl clad in red, with a large, black and red blade embedded into the ground. Her hands rested atop the pommel and her eyes opened.      "Behold! It is I, Her Imperial Majesty, and Ruler of The Infinite Skies, Emperor Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, of the New Imperial Roman Republic!"      That was a damn mouthful, wasn't it? Rather daring of her to just...make a giant show of opposing them though. She smirked, thrusting an arm outwards, the other remaining atop her downturned blade. "Now! I order you to cease your unsanctioned digging upon Roman territory and return from whence you came!"      Nero closed her eyes, hand coming to rest upon her upper chest. "However! I am a kind and benevolent Emperor! I shall not strike you down if you leave immediately!" And then those green eyes opened again, confidence radiating from her form. "But if you refuse, then I shall bring about Glorious Revolution once again!"      These were the Emperor's terms.      ...But wait, Roman Territory? When did that happen!? 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:''' "Nero! Where did you-"     In start contrast to the exceptionally dramatic entrance of the Emperor of the New Imperial Roman Republic, Kyra Hyral, rogue white mage, stumbles onto the scene, pushing through spanish moss-draped trees and nearly tripping over cypress roots. She catches herself by reaching out to grab a tree trunk and straightens, catching sight of the group of people assembled to drill and ravage the environment.     She immediately has a quick flashback to N'raha's world and the Garleans. "Uhhh..."     Of course Nero would declare this her territory. Was this /anyone's/ territory, she had to wonder? Her instinct is to pull out her phone and check but not while arrayed against this motley crew. Instead, she composes herself, straightening tall, lifting her chin, "Yes. As Praetor I /demand/ these scoundrels be removed from these lands /immediately/!"     After a moment, she holds out her hand, makes a fist, then inverts it for a thumbs down. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary should have brought headphones. But dammit, those things are so expensive, and it's not like she's an audiophile or something. Then again, she still has all of those CDs to go through...      Next time. Thankfully, Mirror and Sephiroth are both able to get through to her clearly enough, and the healer nods at the former while frowning just a bit at the latter in disappointment. Not that she's disappointed in him specifically, but...      Well, maybe they'll be lucky and something to eat will find them. Alternatively, they could get found by a very familiar lady in a red dress. Peering at Nero as she starts shouting, Sanary blinks slowly while holding her free hand up in a lazy wave.      "Hey, Nero! Wh.. What?! Did your title get longer?!" She calls out while waving a little higher, pretending not to hear the rest of her demand while pushing her ear to turn it a little more towards the Saber. "Seas... C-section?! Are you having a kid?! Congratulations!"      She might be laying it on just a little thick there. Then again, that drill /is/ really loud, and when Kyra shows up? She's legitimately having trouble hearing anything. "H... Hey, Kyra! Wait, when'd you get a T in your name?!" The gestures are enough of a sign, at least, and the axe-wielder rests her hand on it finally while a foamy gray mass starts to bubble up into the air around her. It looks like she's preparing something! 

:'''{{#var:1003|Sephiroth (1003)}} has posed:''' Sephiroth regards Nero and Kyra. He does not sneer, he does not use a harsh tone. He sounds, in fact, quite polite. His eerie, catlike eyes fixate on Nero, the Masamune held at his side as he addresses her. "I am Sephiroth, SOLDIER: First Class, General of ShinRa Security Forces. I offer you one chance to leave us in peace. This is a simple survey mission, we have no aggressive intent." His attention swivels to Kyra, shaking his head at the 'Praetor'. "Should you choose to press the issue, you will be repelled. Forcefully." 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      At Sanary's mention of wild game, a silver platter with what looked like a roast haunch of meat sitting on it would pop out of Sephiroth's shadow nearby her, steaming hot! It was the fabled Castlevanian Wall-meat, now that Dracula had been gone, it seemed Echo had a handle on the supply of it from the castle! Ah well, it wouldn't be much for her to just grab it and gnaw at it. Sanary usually only ate meat. She was good like that.      "Heh heh heh... looks like we've got trouble, boys," Echo's voice wafted up out of Sephiroth's shadow, though she didn't show herself, yet. 

:'''{{#var:949|Copy Rock (949)}} has posed:'''     The attention of the boy robot snaps over to the sight of the conflagration and the woman that appears following it! His eyes saucer, wonder and delight, narrowing into a wicked grin as he plants his hands to he crate and vaults to his feet. "About time, forever? That's dumb!" he whispered to himself, dusting off his hands as he strode along the soft earth. Sephiroth spoke officiously, Rock backed it with crass! A flash enveloped him and he was clad all up in his battle-blues. Adjusting his helmet and flipping out the short length of his purple scarf, Mega Man stood as tall as he could and adopted a intimidating expression... as much as he could. "Yeah!" he piped, "Buzz off!" 

:'''{{#var:991|Stygian Mirror (991)}} has posed:'''     Oh, other people have shown up. They're shouting.     They're too far for Mirror to clearly make them out, sensitive hearing or not. Since she recognizes neither, the white-haired fox-eared young woman turns towards Sephiroth, especially as he says the word 'forcefully'. That makes things a bit more clear, although Mirror doesn't rise from her sitting position by a drill yet.     "DO YOU WANT ME TO HANDLE IT?" she shouts towards Sephiroth.     She makes a mental note to invest in magical noise-cancelling headphones next time, because this is torture. Surely someone somewhere has spent time researching magical alternatives, there has to be a big market for this. 

:'''{{#var:880|Nero (880)}} has posed:'''      Nero shook her head pityingly.      "Alas. However, such an answer is expected. Therefore..." She trailed off, eyeing the various drills and taking stock of their general build and location. ... Yes, it may be possible to disrupt this horrid operation if they targeted those chiefly.      The Servant smirked and pulled her sword, Aestus Estus up from the ground, holding it with two hands in a traditional manner of discipline. "Now... since you have refused to disband and return to your dark corners, then I have little choice but to disperse this pitiable operation with mine own two hands!" Her weapon was raised back, and flames burst to life across the surface.      And then there is a burst of dirt and debris as the Saber Class entity stepped forward, speeding across the ground rapidly towards the drill Mirror happened to be by. Right into enemy ranks! Was this girl insane!? She just may be, given the wide grin on her face!      "Rosa Icthys!"      And once in range, she let loose a furious flaming slash in a wide spread, sending burning waves billowing outwards with oppressing force as she unleashed her technique, not upon Mirror, no. But upon the drill itself!      This was going to be a disaster.      Good luck, Kyra! 

:'''{{#var:1003|Sephiroth (1003)}} has posed:''' The silver haired General scoffs at Nero, even as she literally blazes into the work area and torches the drill. The technicians scatter, running for their lives as the drill burns and bursts, shutting down with a POP! For a moment, all is silent save the crackle of the flames. Even the woldlife has gone quiet, like they are in hiding because they know what's coming. Sephiroth Frowns. "So be it." With no burst of magic, no outward sign of aid, Sephiroth moves. In this short burst, he is almost faster than the eye can see, a black and silver streak. The Masamune, held in one hand, swings like lightning at Nero. This is efficiency of motion. Use of skills trained in since childhood. Even so, something seems off. It's almost like he's holding back. 

:'''{{#var:991|Stygian Mirror (991)}} has posed:'''     Oh, it looks like Sephiroth won't have to answer her.     Mirror's eyes catch sight of the charging, red-dressed Servant. How hard it would be to ignore that flamboyant a person, even if you tried with all your might. Her sheathed sword seems to blur, disappearing like it was eaten by the void. It reappears in her hands, in the same moment she uses to get up and put herself in the path of Nero's flaming wave.     Her Soulsteel blade parries the wave of fire, as though it was a solid sword. Rather than continue past her, the flames seem halted, waiting for the blow on Mirror to resolve itself before continuing.     Whether the attack was too sudden or Mirror lacks the strength to fully block it isn't clear, but whichever it was, it results in the sword technique scorching a line across the young woman's chest, an inch under shoulder level. Her reinforced tunic took the hit, but there's no doubt that heat and force must have drawn blood underneath. On the bright side, the flames never reach the drill.     Mirror takes the headphones off her head, throwing them aside. She winces at the noise, but she needs her hearing to fight more than she needs to not be defeaned by the noise.     She stops herself from counterattacking when Sephiroth dives into melee. Seems she'll be content guarding her drill. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:''' "HI SANARY!" Kyra has to shout to be heard over the LOUD DRILL and even then apparently Sanary's having trouble with that. She doesn't get the T comment though, the confusion passing over her quickly. "HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? IS THIS A CONFEDERATE OPERATION OR SOMETHING?"     In contrast, Sephiroth's calm retort gets a shake of the head, "YOU'RE TECHNICALLY TRESSPASSING IN NEW ROME! PLUS YOU'RE KIND OF MAKING A MESS WITH YOUR SURVEY! YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO STOP!"     Then Nero takes action. Kyra's quick to move, gesturing with a hand out towards the Saber-class servant. "WALL!" she shouts, a strange, glistening magic shield wrapping around the blonde-haired womann, weaving an improved defense around her, making her a much, much harder target. As for Kyra herself...     She reaches underneath her hoodie, grabbing guns hidden in under-shoulder holsters, pulling a pair of handguns. One such handgun is considerably more ornate than the other, engraved and embellished. It also seems to be magitech of some kind to those sensitive to seeing such. As for the other, it looks considerably more 'normal' than the other one, as if Kyra picked it up from a modern-era Earth of some kind.     This is further illustrated when she fires the guns-the ornate one has no kickback while the other one /does/, yet both expell bullets. One is aimed at Sephiroth-the magitech bullet, which is completely solid and lacking in gunpowder-while the other is aimed at Mirror. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary's eye flits towards that roast of meat. Where did that even come from? Why is it there? Is it edible? It sure looks like it... Wait.      Priorities! Shaking her head quickly, Sanary turns her attention back to the task at hand: Repelling the survey team's would-be assailants! Sure, she hasn't exactly had the best luck facing Nero in combat before, and with Kyra around to make matters even trickier with what she can only assume is excessive amounts of poison...      It's probably not a huge surprise that it's going to take multiple people to handle this threat. "Nah, this is a... Actually, I don't know what this is! I think it's a company thing!" A pause. "Different company! And I'm pretty sure Nero doesn't have any... What's it called.. Uh. Jisdiction here!"      Almost.      Sanary's not going to just stand back and do nothing, of course, hurling herself forward with a magic-boosted leap and landing with a brief stagger not too far from where Mirror is just in time to catch those headphones right to the face. Setting them around her neck for safe storage and sporting a faint reddish mark on her forehead, she plants that shield against the ground before starting to focus her magical energy outwards.      The target: Stygian Mirror! She had tanked Nero's flaming slash earlier, after all, so it's only natural that she'd be the first recipient of the Confederate healer's... Healing! Regeneration boosting, to be more specific, and the healer even directs a green line of energy 'linking' herself to Mirror to grant her direct access to the one-eyed girl's magic energy pool. 

:'''{{#var:949|Copy Rock (949)}} has posed:'''     Welp, that looks like they'll get to go home early! After they walk all over the rude dudes that just broke their drill at least! Content to let Sephiroth deal with the loud woman that claimed to be some REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY old guy, Rock watched on, bemused by the fact that.. she actually pulled it off.! "Weren't you supposed to protect that...?" he wondered aloud in the new quiet that crept over the swamp. Ah well, not his job, not his tech! His shoulders rose and fell with a hapless shrug. Gunfire drew his attention to Kyra, his lips screwing up with irritation as she double dips with her guns on two targets. "Right, lets do it!" he piped, slapping a fist into a open palm, his right hand materializing into the Buster Cannon! He picked up into a brisk trot, attempting a wide orbit around the gunslinger before he popped of a trio of shots- PEW-PEW-PEW! Pellets of solar energy ziping from the focusing lens of his cannon and streaking towards Kyra Hyral. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      Once the drill is taken out, the noise dies down enough that most people are not used to the incoming silence, likely. It is then that Echo actually shows herself, rising up and out of Sephiroth's shadow like a person coming up from under water. Of course, the way she moved up and out of it made it seem like she was being pushed up by some kind of elevator, until her high heeled feet were touching the ground, anyway--then she stopped.      "Gentlemen--Captain, Evil Mega Man, silvery-haired swordsman, red-eyed fox-girl neko-jin--wait, is she even with us?--we seem to be at an impasse of sorts," Echo's yellow, cat-like eyes focused on Kyra, grinning.      "And a school girl too, who hates zombies, and other undead things--well I say that's life-ist, that, where is the freedom for the biologically challenged? I say we END this heartless oppression!" Echo's eyes glowed blood red and bony hands began to dig their way out of the dirt beneath the technician's feet, all around everyone as skeletal figures began to rise up at the bat lady's beck and call. 

:'''{{#var:991|Stygian Mirror (991)}} has posed:'''     DRILL NOISES + GUN BANG BANG = UNHAPPY FOX-PERSON.     This simple mathematic formula results in Mirror taking a bullet straight to the shoulder, causing her to slam back into the drill she'd just shielded from Nero's attack (by taking that one to the face, too). She winces, reaching for the wound as though it were an arrow wound-- and finding no arrow to pull out, mutters under her breath.     "Oh we are off to a really bad start, ow."     Healing is-- not so nice, though. As the gunshot wound begins to close (being the faster one to heal) thanks to Sanary, Mirror pulls a throwing knife out of her gauntlet and jams it in the wound.     "AFTER! HEAL ME AFTER!"     The explanation isn't difficult to grok. Out of the wound, blood oozes and spirals, going into the fox-woman's free hand. It forms into a pistol, a copy of the one Kyra fired at her. Standard, no special features, excepting the fact it's made out of blood and black Essence. But that's alright.     Mirror points it at Kyra. There's no gunshot. The round that heads for her wails and screams instead, a bullet-shaped blot of Essence surrounded by a wraith. The Screaming Wraith Bullet will have the same impact as a regular bullet, but if it actually hits, Kyra's going to get a brief glimpse of the screaming wraith, as it, very very very briefly, overwhelms her sight and hearing with... well, a jumpscare. It's a jumpscare bullet. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:''' "What do you mean you don't know what it is!? Is Shinra allied with the 'feds or not, Sanary!" Funny how she's not asking Sephiroth himself that-argh-ENEMY HEALING-Kyra can throw the healing wrench in the works but right now, she's not going to have that luxury. Not with two people suddenly jumping on her. She's immediately concerned about the guy that can turn his arm into a cannon (despite it being cool) since he's /firing/ at her. It immediately makes her take cover around a cypress tree, moving about it as Copy Rock circles. The tree burns and splinters around her as she strives to not take a direct hit. She hears Echo taunting her, raising the dead all around her in the swamp-which is actually the least of her worries. Of all the things to be afraid of here, zombies are at the bottom of the list for a white mage like her.     Her right hand slides the Psyber Special, which is the normal gun, back into the holster and reaches for a device on the back of her left hand in that moment as she takes cover behind the tree. Unfortunately, it's hard to take cover for two people at once-soon to be 2+ when zombies are taken into account-and an essance bullet slams into her, overwhelming her senses with a screaming wraith. Kyra shrieks, her hand fumbling against the Matter Manipulator, which expells the item she was about to reach for in a haphazard fashion.     While Kyra is overwhelmed, the flash grenade falls at her feet and bursts, unleashing a sunlight-grade blast of light in all directions around her. Typically this'll inflict the status effect BLIND on her world. 

:'''{{#var:880|Nero (880)}} has posed:'''      So be it.      Sephiroth disappeared. And at the same time, Wall was cast on Nero. And it was a good thing too, because that lightning quick slash impacted the barrier first, drawing the Servant's attention, and giving her time to raise Aestus Estus. Just in time for the two weapons to clash! A shower of sparks follow, and Nero skids backwards quite a ways. "Hm! Well now, I see that you are simply not merely a pretty face, Sir Sephiroth! Mhmhmhm! This shall be interesting!" She quips, lowering her sword and gripping it tighter. Her eyes quickly took in the current battle situation. Sanary was standing back, preparing to defend and heal as usual. Echo was summoning up minions. The blue kid donned some kind of suit and helmet and was shooting at Kyra... And Mirror completely defended against the flame blast from Rosa Icthys.      This was going to take some doing.      That drill needed to be stopped. Total victory was not really in the gameplan. And so, the Roman Emperor smirked. "Invictus Spiritus." She spoke, a glow of red particles surrounding her form and infusing into her body, before vanishing. "Now, allow me to strike once more!" She stated dramantically, dashing forward towards Sephiroth yet again.      She didn't announce any special techniques this time, and that skill from earlier did not seem to power her up. She was inhumanly fast and strong, but for the SOLDIER who was holding back... Well, her flurry of red and black slashes were likely managable. But even still, the Servant was reckless, fighting not to overcome him, but to find an opening and slip past! 

:'''{{#var:1003|Sephiroth (1003)}} has posed:''' The drill is not as deceased as once thought! The wash of flame obscured it briefly, and it /does/ go silent, but that's because its handlers ran and the safeties kicked on, shutting it off. The General is shot at! It obviously hits, but he tanks it like a pro with merely a grunt. He doesn't even bleed. Is this man human? What is he? Glowing green eyes regard Nero as she intones and becomes infused with what he assumes is magic. As she speaks her intentions, the SOLDIER smirks and replies. "Come and try." Nero explodes into a chaotic flurry, her red blade weaving a curtain of death. The Masamune counters, it's seven foot length moving as swiftly as a rapier. He makes it look effortless. Sheet lightning and sparks blaze into the sky upon every ringing impact of blades. The ringing of steel(?) on steel(?) shatters the quiet. He is meeting the Servant blow for blow, concentrating on holding her back. He's not seeming to press into an attack. Yet. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Thankfully, Sanary's quick enough on the draw to realize that maybe she shouldn't do the healing thing so quickly with Mirror opting to reopen the wound with a FREAKING KNIFE. She watches in awe at that sight of the blood pistol forming in the fox woman's hand, stepping back a bit in case she needs more space for whatever it is she's doing. "Uh... Gotcha!"      The link is still there to provide Mirror with an alternate source of power, at least! Just in case, really, and it's probably for the best considering that her attention is still focused on Kyra. "Shinra? No, I thought they were with the Union!" Sanary's getting her Shinras mixed up, isn't she? She does look legitimately confused for a moment at that, peering at Sephiroth and Nero not too far from where her allies and Kyra are, her attention soon being drawn towards the White Mage herself at that scream.      That, of course, draws Sanary's attention at just the right time to not notice that flashbang rolling down. As she prepares to direct another green line of magic towards Echo, the burst of light and noise overloads the axe healer's senses, forcing her to duck behind the shield for a moment as she howls in pain.      At least her hearing isn't getting messed up as much as it could be. The drill's really doing a number on that on its own! 

:'''{{#var:949|Copy Rock (949)}} has posed:'''     "Wah-!?" barks Mega Man once the grenade cooks off, dazzling his optic sensors and filling them with dozens and dozens of artifacts and errors. He staggers, tripping over his own feet and going down in the marshy earth with another grunt of complaint. "N'no fair!" he complains, pressing a hand to the earth as he drags himself into a knee, rubbing the Buster limb at his eyes as his visual programming tries to correct and repair the damager he had suffered from the overload. He blinked and squinted, trying to shake away the daze with his head. "Stupid.. tricky-" he grumbled to himself as he ambled to his feet, squinting severely. He peered about, blearily. The smouldering wood of the tree that had intruded between himself and Kyra shone brightly enough to see. Mustering himself, he squared his shoulders and CHARGED! As in... ran at the tree, not gathering energy. "Aaaaaah-!" he yelled, arms pumping , legs trucking along. The vague shape of the tree loomed closer and Rock lowered his shoulder to greet it, hurling himself with Super Fighting Robot force into the battered trunk. He gave a 'Oof!' of impact, the grunt drowned out by the clamour of the drill.. and the sudden crack, snap, groaning of a tree being felled! It was his hope that she would be under it when it happened. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Well at least no one here can touch him and steal his power--he's the one that's supposed to do that!" Echo peers at Copy Rock fighting Kyra, as the skeletal shapes still clad in scraps of clothing advance--the things are not exactly difficult to dispatch sure, but the necromancess herself is given a cause for alarm when that flash bang grenade goes off, overloading the bat's senses with a shriek.      "Auughh--" Echo clapped her hands over her big batty ears, her eyes rolling around as she wavered about, blinking, She took a few moments to respond, blinking her eyes and waiting for her hearing to readjust. "Gonna get you for that," she still seemed to be flat-footed from the attack, however. 

:'''{{#var:991|Stygian Mirror (991)}} has posed:'''     Drill noises stopped! GOOD.     Flashbang, NOT GOOD.     Due to both her sensitive eyes and ears, Mirror is blinded and defeaned by the explosive. The only reason she doesn't stumble back and fall is because she has her back against the stopped machinery, which at least gives her a vague sense of where she is.     The fake blood gun dissipates, probably a result of Sanary's healing, or of the disruption to her senses. She's going to need a minute. 

:'''{{#var:880|Nero (880)}} has posed:'''      Nero clashes with Sephiroth over and over, the man not giving an inch, and not pressing an attack either. Is he even trying? No, he must be trying! After all, she is Nero! Emperor of Rome! Mightiest Servant of the Saber Class! he must be taxing himself beyond belief!      So she tells herself.      But that flashbang is all the opening she needs. Nero closes her eyes and dives forward right at the moment of the explosion. She doesn't press an attack, she just dives, aiming to pass Sephiroth in the confusion. And she doesn't attack either.      What in the world is her game, leaving herself so open? It makes zero sense! Even with the distraction stunning most everyone! 

:'''{{#var:1003|Sephiroth (1003)}} has posed:''' The flashbang does little more than briefly distract Sephiroth, but it's enough to let Nero get by him. He blinks a few times, fully clearing his sight, and he turns in a rustle of coat and fluttering silver hair. "Hm." The General pivots, raising his right hand, leveling his palm at Nero as she races along. The magically attuned can feel a rush of it as he focuses his will on drawing the power from his Materia. "Quakega" Beneath Nero, the earth shudders, cracks and shifts before bursting upwards in a spire of crushing stone. The effect expends quickly, the rocks falling to dust. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:''' For those few moments after the flashbang goes off, Kyra is able to recover from the horrible wraith jumpscare bullet, the image fading from her eyes, the scream dying in her ears. She shudders, shakes her head, and immediately takes notice of a horrible crashing sound right behind her as Copy Rock slams himself into the tree that was her cover. Wood cracks and the tree creaks. Kyra /moves/. She dives sideways, but not completely clearing it as the tree comes down and traps the lower half of her legs underneath it, eliciting a scream from the redheaded girl.     She claws at the ground with her free hand, trying to pull herself out from underneath it, but hardly getting nowhere. "Nero!" she calls out, "Nero, a quick hand, please!"     But in return...     Kyra turns her left hand back, aiming the Matter Manipulator's output port towards the drill. She slips her other hand over it and twists it like a dial. Seconds later, a trio of red-hued flasks come flying out of it at a high velocity. The flasks, of course, contain one of Kyra's famous explosive napalm mixtures. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary is still reeling a fair amount from the flashbang, but the shock of having her vision filled with BLINDNESS is finally starting to dissipate some. Not enough for her to jump right into the fray, but enough for her to aim her magic again! It's time...      TO GET SOME HEALING IN. She's not quite sure Copy Rock can use her healing, and Mirror's already told her not to heal, so that leaves Echo and Sephiroth! She knows the former is a magic user, at least, and the latter... Well, Quakega sounds magical enough, right?      Still taking cover by the shield, Sanary cuts the link between herself and Mirror, then sends out two more lines of green energy towards Echo and Sephiroth. That should help give them some extra power to draw from for their own magic! 

:'''{{#var:949|Copy Rock (949)}} has posed:'''     Dazed, Rock leans heavily against the fallen tree. The world swam around him, gyroscope gone wrong, his remainingn hand turns to his shoulder, working the battered coupling sympatheticlly. 

:'''{{#var:880|Nero (880)}} has posed:'''      Nero dashes past Sephiroth. Like a blur, her feet move, racing across the marshland. Blade in hand, she veers left and right, barreling right for the drill. This is it. This is her chance! The one moment she could use to take out that drill! And-      QUAKEGA      The ground beneath the Servant shifts. And then spires of stone burst upwards, sending the red clad girl sailing upwards into the air like a ragdoll. "Kh-...!" How powerful! Wasn't that man supposed to be a swordsman? Why was he using magic? That's cheating!      ...But then Nero's pained, defeated look turned into a grin. Her entire body lit up with a crimson glow as Invictus Spiritus took effect. She was definitely taken out by that spell. However...      It was as if Nero's time reversed itself. The damage was inflicted with seemed to have deprogressed, returning her to her previous, undamaged state. "AND NOW-!" She shouts, flipped in midair with Aestus Estus raised up high, flaring with raging flame as she hurtled towards the drill from the sky. "YOUR SCHEME ENDS HE-"      NERO I NEED HELP      The Servant whips her head in Kyra's direction, seeing that she's been caught by a fallen tree. "......" At this moment, she had a choice.      A. STRIKE DOWN THE DRILL. THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE!      B. SAVE YOUR MASTER.      Naturally, B won.      "Kh-! Praetor, wait for me!" Nero called, turning in mid-air, and then...kicking off of nothing, changing her direction and boosting Kyra's way. As she sailed through the air, she unleashed that flaming slash meant for the drill on the fallen tree instead, cleaving it in two, and then in four, and then eight, then sixteen, before pulling her Master from the resulting demolishe tree wreckage.      "Praetor, I believe that was our only true opening, and we have failed to take it, therefore...."      Looping an arm around Kyra's waist, Nero dispells Aestus Estus and comically points towards Sephiroth and the others. "Ah ha ha ha ha ha! Be glad, fiends! For this day, Emperor Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus has decided to spare your lives! But know this! We shall return!" And then she leaps backwards and away from the site.      "Away!"      ....It's a tactical retreat. A tactical retreat. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Oh hey, healie sparkles from my favorite War Cleric," Echo blinks a little as the healing energy washed over her. A nearby skeleton minion seemed to give a rictus grin as the same energy washed over him and his skull and bones flaked away rapidly into powder. He did seem to enjoy it, though--so there was that.      Echo watched the skeleton seemed to :D as it turned to dust, pausing as she had been rubbing her eyes a little, eyes darting here and there. We're just gonna ignore that.      Noticing the plight of Evil Mega Ma--err, Copy Rock, Echo's wings spread out behind her and she flapped up into the air, closer to the fallen Anti-Hero.      "Looks like you need a recharge, boy," Echo's hands glowed red with hints of black around it, looking infernal, but charged with something. "I give you fell magics to continue fighting," she grinned and leaned down, imparting the energy to him via a blown kiss--which formed a red and black glowing set of lips that floated towards him. 

:'''{{#var:1003|Sephiroth (1003)}} has posed:''' Sephiroth lowers his hand as the magic fades, making ready to give chase to the Servant. Then she veers off, carves a tree to splinters and flees. The General blinks in almost comic confusion as she announces that she's letting them live. It's quite difficult not to laugh. As they flee, he turns back to his allies, nodding in approval. The drilling will continue, but they will find no Mako. Not today. 

:'''{{#var:991|Stygian Mirror (991)}} has posed:'''     It takes Mirror far too long to recover from the flashbang. When she does, it's barely in time to see Kyra chucking-- bombs? Those must be bombs, even if they don't look like any she's seen before. Her sword clicks, and Essence flows into it. It separates down the middle, horizontally, and with a swing the blade shoots out, still connected to its lower half by a tether of black and purple Essence. A black mark also appears on Mirror's forehead, a circle with eight sunrays around it. It bleeds, very lightly.     The separated sword half soars through the air, animated by a Charm. Rather than try to parry the bombs, it cuts through them, which is unfortunate for Mirror, but probably a bit better for the drill. The deathly napalm splashes earlier than it should, and though still some hits the drill most splashes around and on the Abyssal instead.     Lucky for her, it looks likes some sort of magic flows through her tunic, gauntlets and boots, reinforcing them. The liquid eats at her all the same, but where a normal man might be burnt to a crisp, she's scorched, badly but not lethally, still standing.     Her sword snaps back into one piece. She makes no attempt to attack or pursue the fleeing duo. She's more concerned about turning to Sanary and screaming: "I'LL TAKE THE HEALING NOW!" 

:'''{{#var:949|Copy Rock (949)}} has posed:'''     Grunting his displeasure, Rock leaned against the stump. It sounded like the gunslinger was down, now he could just- His through was interrupted by Nero suddenly going all out slap-chop on the fallen tree! Lest he fall in the path of the blade himself, Rock scrambled away in a abrupt scurry with yet another plaintive cry!. Safely away from the julienned, bit of lumber. He attempts to right himself... only to be caught by surprise by the descent of Echo. He whips around to face her, nearly leveling his cannon before she can say a word... but words she does say. "I'm not a-!" he begins to retort, eyes narrowing heatedly only to be quieted by her displaye of malevolent forces. He gawps, eyes saucering for just a moment as the kiss that came to him as if it were a butterfly, alighting against his cheek with the same, whisper of a touch. It surged through him, a hot rush that brought a rosey tint to his cheeks. His 'heart' hummed, the solar reactor surging in his chest. Was this... was this- Evil Robot Puberty!? He stared back at her, slack jawed and quiet, his internal status quietly blinking back at him in his HUD that everything was green. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:''' A scowl of frustration escapes the white mage as her explosive flasks are intercepted before they reach the drill.     Kyra can feel the drain of magic particles from herself as Nero does her work and un-dies because she simply wills it. Thanks to her own enormous magical reserves, it doesn't bring her any pain nor slow her down. Which is good, because a tree pinning her is already slowing her down enough. Her feet and calves are in pain-she suspects a fracture of some kind or three. It could be fixed later, assuming she got away from being triple-teamed by what she suspects are three Confederate Elites. As she finishes firing her explosives, she resumes trying to claw her way free.     Then the pressure relieves upon her legs thanks to Nero. She doesn't even stand, suddenly scooped up by the Saber-class. "A shame. But...given these numbers..." Kyra loops an arm around Nero's back to hold on, her left hand still holding onto the Galianda-make handgun. She doesn't have any parting shots, though. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary lets out a relieved sigh as the Prateor and the Emperor make their escape, leaving them largely... No, not unharmed. THERE'S TOO MUCH FIRE FOR THAT. Still, it's calmed down enough that she can let the energy links fade in favor of just channelling regular old healing light clouds.      Mirror's definitely getting a big chunk of that healing, of course. If nothing else, Sanary's at least dedicated to keeping her allies in good shape! "Nice work, everyone. Gather around if you got hurt. I got you covered." As she speaks, however, she does look off at where Kyra and Nero had left, a troubled frown crossing her face.      Just what the hell is Shinra, anyway? 
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4297/Burning the Midnight Oil

2016-07-08T07:31:34Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Midnight Oil Detective Agency. It sounded like to Fer like some kind of gaudy human fable, like the tortoise and the hare, or the mouse and the lion. From where Ferham was standing however, as she looked down the street at the dark and dingy San Francisco street, was something more like the 'homeless man and the crackpipe'. She would right past winos and whoever was around, despite her appearance--that of some sort of curvaceous and high-tech robot lady as she headed around the man's business--trying to see if he was still around, or open. If there were no open doors, she'd arrange a call from a cellular phone's sim-card she had picked up a few days ago, just for practical reasons such as this. Another perk of being a robot, you essentially /were/ a computer already, so all you needed in terms of help were added hardware... 

:'''{{#var:1011|John Rizzo (1011)}} has posed:''' True to the agency's name, there hangs in the window a sign, affixed to a suction cup, which proudly proclaims the place to be open. A black Dodge Polara is parked outside. One can only imagine the kind of milage that thing must have, as it's clearly outdated compared to the subcompacts that seem so popular in this world. As the streetlight above her flickers, the robot can see a sign, sffixed to the window by a suction cup, which proudly proclaims the agency to be OPEN. Seems like the name isn't just for show. The building itself is a sturdy thing of brick and mortar, evidently two stories yet lacking windows on the second floor. The front door, should she try it, is unlocked. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham folds her wings behind her back as she opens the door and casually steps inside--the sound of her high-heeled, thigh-high boots making a 'click-clack' noise against the floor, which might make the resident private dick perhaps expect a different kind of woman. However what he gets is a battle-hardened, high-performance cryogenic and flight-equipped valkyrie robot lady, the kind your mother warned you about.      "Hello there, I hear you're someone who might be able to help me with a supernatural related problem," Ferham stands there, stopping short of his desk with her hand on her hip, looking improbably tall--she was 6'0 without the boots, in truth, but right now she's more 6'5" and definitely leggy. Her voice was deep, feminine, almost a purr. 

:'''{{#var:1011|John Rizzo (1011)}} has posed:''' Rizzo looks Ferham up and down as she enters. "What you heard was that I'm on the nut," he says matter-of-factly. Those grey eyes harden, the ginger-haired man not bothering to get up from the office chair. If roles are to be played, he's the no-nonsense, hardboiled gumshoe here to set the femme fatale to facts. His voice by contrast is gravelly, gruff. "I don't know about supernatural problems, but if you need something found I'm the right gee. Take a seat. Tell me what's going on." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "You're... on the nut?" Ferham raised her brows and leaned back just a bit, staring down at him. She wasn't quite sure how to take his slang, she figured it meant something else. "Are you sure? you look pretty supernatural, for a red-haired genetic mutant," Ferham smirked a little, hands on her hips as she took another step back--just to turn to her side. "I might have something you could help me with--there has been a string of incidents surrounding a certain item, I need to get ahold of it for study," Ferham had done the catburglar thing before, even robbed a museum at one point with Miss Clokwerk, wherever she was now.      "Thank you," she seemed surprised by his politeness, either way. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to rely on this guy, but... while she was here might as well see what he could do. She leaned back in the chair, letting it creak, her wings out of the way and crossing her legs. "I had heard you could help me, can you?" 

:'''{{#var:1011|John Rizzo (1011)}} has posed:''' Rizzo gives an amused huff at Ferham's choice of words. Supernatural? "Not from where I'm sitting, sister. This ugly mug's all natural--joint effort between Italy and Ireland."      He listens to her description, nodding. That's a lot of lady sitting in his chair--six foot five by the looks of it, and nothing but trouble. He opens a drawer and retrieves a notepad, as well as a pen. Clicking it and setting it to the paper, he inclines his head towards her. "Maybe. We're just chinning right now. You tell me abnout this dingus and why it's important, and we'll see if you made a trip for biscuits." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham wasn't usually big on picking on humans for their genetic anomalies, but something about Rizzo seemed to provoke the cattiness from her. "I see," she nodded, then seemed to stare at him a little, not really getting a lot of the slang he spoke of, especially not the film noir tyoe that Rizzo was able to flex with ease.      "I'm Ferham, and you're... Rizzo, I presume?" she nodded a little. "The object in question, I assume you mean, is small, about the size of a pen or a marker," she tilted her head a little, watching the man. What was so odd about him? Nothing was outwardly strange, besides his red hair and speech pattern, probably nothing...      She uncrossed and crossed her legs, mostly without thinking about it. Lots of legs was right, lots of trouble too, that was Ferham alright. "It's been linked to a series of disturbances around here, of an unnatural nature, I was wondering if you could help me," she nodded. "I can compensate you of course, you probably know the area better than I do, and your... special skills would be of big help," she smiled a little. Uh oh. 

:'''{{#var:1011|John Rizzo (1011)}} has posed:''' "Disturbances of an unnatural nature," says the private detective skeptically. "Right."      Either he doesn't believe in ghost stories, or he doesn't believe she's being truthful. "Yeah, I'm Rizzo. Guilty as charged. Nice to meet you. Now, hear this. There's some things you wanna be wise to before I take this case. First of all, I'm not a badge, and I'm not a replacement for one. My 'special skills' are legwork, determination, an eye for details, and patience in spades. I'm not muscle, and I'm not a crook. I'm letting you know this now, because if you're looking to hire me thinking I'm the bargain-bin button man, you're gonna be disappointed."      "That said. If you're still interested." A pause, and he rests his hands upon the table. "If this thing is on God's green earth, I can find it for you, and I can get it to you before any of your meathead friends--which I presume is the unspoken period in all this--can do any more squabbling over it. /Are/ you interested?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      She listened until he had informed her of the details, then nodded. "I realize you're not the police, that is exactly why I am here--I don't believe in paid for policing, anyway, disgusting habit of some law enforcement," Ferham sounded like she hated it form her tone just then, too. "Meathead friends?" she sounded just a bit offended at that, but was silent for a few more moments before nodding. "Well, yes, I am interested," if Rizzo could read her emotions, which she did have--he might be able to tell what sets her off and what doesn't. Though it was unsure if he had an 'aura' or the like, at least one like what he was used to.      "As for your concerns about muscle, no, I'm not looking for a mercenary, if there was any need, I could take care of myself, I am a robot, you understand," she raised a brow at him, as if curious if he understood. "I hope you're okay with that, but if it helps you feel better, I very much identify as female," she looked amused again. 

:'''{{#var:1011|John Rizzo (1011)}} has posed:''' "I understand the robot bit," he says honestly. "The other thing's your business, sweetheart."      "Now I'm gonna give you the five Ws, and I want you to be as detailed as you can. Don't leave anything out, even if it seems like it's peanuts. Everything you give me I can use to track it down. Private work's a slog sometimes, so the more I have to go on, the less legwork I have to do, which means you get your dingus faster. Capisce?"      He doesn't wait for an answer before he continues. Preparing himself to write, he pretends to focus on the paper. Activating his power of Auspex, he begins gathering details, hoping to use his gift to separate truth from fiction. "I want to know why this thing is so important to you and why you wanna study it, for starters. I want to know where the last place it was seen is. I want to know what exactly these incidents are, and I want to know when the first one happened. And finally, I want to know who was involved in these incidents." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, I see," she waited until he was done laying out his questions. "First, I've interest in the object, it might worthwhile to study, to see what sort of abilities it has," this seemed to be true, at least, from what she was saying. "The last place was... somewhere in this city, as far as I can tell, the incidents themselves are strange, irrational behavior surrounding it, in each case, that's why it's known--they say it was stolen from someone wealthy," she shrugged. "As for the first incident, I'm not sure, nor am I aware was involved exactly--one was a wealthy socialite, they got into a fight with their husband and there was an assault case, from there I lost the whereabouts of it," she seemed to be telling the truth, mostly, though what she conjectured didn't come across as definitive.      "You seem to be very cautious, you're afraid of going in on bad information? Or just worried about having to hurt someone?" she watched his expression. 

:'''{{#var:1011|John Rizzo (1011)}} has posed:''' "Bad information," he says with definitive certainty, looking up for a moment from his writing.      "Got any names? Newspaper articles? Maybe a name of this thing you're looking for. People don't /usually/ go ballistic over things without special names, but the world's a different place every day." He continues writing. "I need something concrete. Something I can find on the internet, or something I can get at with old fashioned legwork. You have anything like that for me?" There's always Dementation and its insight, of course. But that's a last resort, for a few reasons, most of them to do with convenience and time. And, of course, telepathy, but he's not even sure if that'd work on a robot. He's getting emotional cues, though... who knows? 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It's a personal item, I believe it's a tube of lipstick, however I am not sure who it belonged to or their name," Ferham shook her head, this came across as true. "I'm not sure exactly what it's power is, or why it's been causing these disturbances, but I've dealt with objects like this before," she still had that gold vase chilling out in some warehouse somewhere too, in the multiverse. He can sense emotions from her though, she seems to be just about as complicated in that area as a person, even if she's not giving off an aura, at least not like he's used to. "I hope that's sufficient..." she looked like she might be moving to stand, un-crossing those rather fetching legs of her's.      "Are you sure you're alright? you seem... troubled by something," she stood up, now towering over the man and his desk, looking down at him. 

:'''{{#var:1011|John Rizzo (1011)}} has posed:''' Rizzo's expression hardens. "Nothing a stiff drink doesn't usually fix." His eyes seem as though they've seen a thousand stories unfold, or perhaps the same story over and over. "And nothing I didn't bring on myself. Don't worry over it, Miss Ferham."      With a roll of his neck to pop out a kink, he opens the drawer again and pulls out a blank form. Scribbling upon it, he writes down a description of the job as he explains it back to her. "I'll find this thing for you and get it back to you on the swift. Then you can study it or whatever it is you want. These are my working hours, this is my hourly rate." He slides the form over to Ferham for her perusal, after he fills out a few areas indicating the costs associated.      "This is a private lay," he explains. "I don't have one of those fancy databases like the blues do. I've got a computer, and I've got public information. I don't have all the same permissions they do, either, so it can take a while. If you're okay with that, and if the price is right, sign on the dotted line and I'm on the case." Notably, his hours are after sundown. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Huh, I see," she seems to take the man's word for it, either way, she didn't feel threatened by the haggard tall man, nodding to him. "It's alright, I understand," she felt a momentary pang of sympathy for the human, which he might be able to detect, as she looked away, then looked down at his form.      "Private lay, huh?" she paused briefly, as she filled out his bank account payment information on a slip of paper on his desk, so he could get paid whenever he wanted. She'd authorize the transaction wirelessly. "Sounds.. intriguing," she said slowly, before leaning back up from the table.      She turned to head back out towards the door, unless he stopped her. "I look forward to working together," her voice was not as purring now, more neutral. 

:'''{{#var:1011|John Rizzo (1011)}} has posed:''' Rizzo eyes the information dubiously. Either she's taking him for a ride, or she really, really wants this thing. And judging by how vague she's been about the details, it could very well be both. "I'll get on it right away, then. I'll let you know of any unexpected charges." He pulls out a rolodex and begins rifling through it, hoping to find something within from previous experience that might help him out. Failing all that, it's the Eyes of Chaos.      He looks up at the robot. "Take care of yourself. Paper said it's gonna rain cats and dogs tonight." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Unexpected charges, alright," she repeated to him, blinking a little as she watched the man go about his office work for a moment, before stopping at the door at his comment. "Raining cats and... nevermind," she shook her head. Again he balked her with his nonsensical slang. Ferham guessed she sort of had it coming, coming to a human detective like this. Still, there was something odd about him, she could feel it. Something that gnawed at him, but she didn't know what. She wanted to find out. 
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4278/Magical Revenge

2016-07-03T23:30:48Z

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|Date of Scene=2016/07/03
|Location=Urbania
|Synopsis=Sigrun Stem goes looking for Ferham and gets her in touch with her less than photogenic side!
|Cast of Characters=516, 992
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Urbania. Which part was Ferham even in? She couldn't exactly tell just from looking around or checking street signs--she needed full on GPS to even have an inkling on her location, and even that required reading the coordinates that were extraordinarily long thanks to the immense nature of the Superplanet. It seemed daunting even if one could fly, as Ferham could--perched kneeling on a rooftop looking over the city, stepping over the edge as the joints on her back whirred and the red metallic wings spread out behind her at an angle, allowing her to stabilize herself in mid-flight as she hovered down and off the roof. Of course, this would be a good time for someone who might be shadowing her to observe her descent and get a bead on where she was heading. At least the general direction.      Ferham was looking completely back to normal after the battle about a week ago, she'd been hit while accompanying No. 9 on one of his hair-brained outing and spent the next part of the evening dealing with some uppity unioner--what was her name, Sighard? Sigmar? She couldn't remember off hand. She had left the girl hanging from a flagpost in her underthings though, but she had left her more or less alive, and not in danger. Well, mostly. 

:'''{{#var:992|Sigrun Stem (992)}} has posed:''' No, Sigrun is not a warhammer god, despite superficial similarities in the name. She's most definitely keeping tabs on Ferham, keeping to the rooftops as she watches Ferham through strategically placed magical observation orbs, which provide visual feedback to the sharpshooter. The sharpshooter is sitting in an unremarkable room on the top floor of one of the area's tallest buildings, guiding her observation orbs to get en ever better look on Ferham, while staying distant enough to be hard to see. There's no need to be hasty, after all. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham has descended to the street level, her high heeled boots clicking as she sets down, wings sliding behind her back as she moves away. She was looking upwards and scanning the names on signs and on buildings, reading off numbers, perhaps looking for a certain address. In truth, she was actually pretty lost, and likely had gotten turned around thanks to the rather labryinthian nature of all the cities having merged together. Was she at the proper address for that particular /version/ of said city? She had no idea! She was trying to find someone, perhaps a contact of her's.      It seemed that she was heading down what looked like an alley--and there weren't that many people around at all, not for several streets, it seemed--from the vantage point Sigrun had, this would be an excellent time to strike if she wanted to try and take a shot at her. Plus, she didn't seem to have noticed her observation orbs at all. Maybe her sensors didn't detect the wavelength or energy source they used? 

:'''{{#var:992|Sigrun Stem (992)}} has posed:''' Sigrun estimates the distance, and lines up a shot. Sure, her vision is somewhat obstructed, but the observation orbs show her the target area regardless. A few runes light up as the arrow is nocked and drawn, a careful, steady aim as winds start to swirl around the arrow. On one side, the winds are just a little stronger than on the other, and when Sigrun lets the arrow loose, it speeds up, this results in the arrow going on a swift curve. The sharpshooter's aim and calculations near impeccable, and if Ferham doesn't make any unexpected movements, it should go straight into the Reploid's wing joint. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The noise of the arrow got Ferham's attention, but she was a bit too slow to react--the armor piercing arrow head sinking right into her right wing's ball joint--causing it to get stuck and prevent her from being able to rotate it.      "Augh!" she looked up in shock at the direction the arrow came from--this time however she couldn't spread her wings to fly like the last time she got sniped like this--though thanks to that fact, she seemed to have a decent idea at who this was from.      "Damnit!" she started off on foot, trying to run for some cover behind a car, mailbox--anything she could find. 

:'''{{#var:992|Sigrun Stem (992)}} has posed:''' Cover is a good idea, of course. Sigrun, however, anticipated that desire. The next arrow is aimed for the most obvious piece of cover in the area, a restaurant's garbage disposal container, ready to be loaded onto a truck. The sharpshooter nocks a glass-tipped arrow, the shaft covered in a spongy tissue that's absorbed a lot of oil. After some repositioning to get a proper line, Sigrun fires the arrow for that garbage, upon impact, the glass shatters and the magical fire inside scatters, shredding the shaft and sending fiery bits going everywhere, including all the flammable, half-rotten food found in that container. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Eek!" Ferham was surprised by the dumpster going up into a trash inferno, causing her to jump back away from it. She couldn't stay near it, unless she wanted to be exposed to the fire. Not that she had a particular fear of it, but no one wanted to overheat or melt, exactly. She looked around--now getting more desperate and trying to run for cover directly beneath the shooter--she would try to get under them and out of their line of sight.      If fired upon again, she'll try to dive and roll out of the way too--as hest she could, anyway. She tended to roll from the side, thanks to those large wings of her's. 

:'''{{#var:992|Sigrun Stem (992)}} has posed:''' Sigrun takes this moment to shoot a feint, with her mark alert, she takes a little bit more care to make sure she can tell where her mark will be. So the first arrow she lets loose is a noisy one, whistling like a flute to make sure Ferham sees it coming. It's aimed streight for the reploid's other wing joint. It's the one that comes after that's the real threat. It's enhanced with a newly designed spell, electricity courses through the arrow, and it will keep pulsing with high voltages for a good while, voltages that should do a number on any kind of robot, unless the magic on it is dispelled. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ahh!" Ferham seemed to not be fast enough over land as she had hoped--the second arrow jamming itself into her left wingjoint and totally disabling both of them. She could /try/ to fly still, but it would be without any stabilization, period. She'd be bouncing off the sides of buildings in no time, like that--like a ping-pong ball.      And unfortunately for Ferham, the magical ability she would need to dispell the kind of electric magic that Sigrun had on that next arrow tip was beyond her ability. When the arrow hit her, she was shocked--crying out and quickly being dropped to her knees and falling over, unconscious and letting off a bit of smoke and ozone. Yeah, she didn't do well with electricity... perhaps Sig had known this. 

:'''{{#var:992|Sigrun Stem (992)}} has posed:''' Sigrun hadn't know that, but any good monster exterminator finding themselves an opponent with unknown weaknesses is willing to think about what may work and give it a try, even if that's a gamble. It seems it's paid off, and Sigrun's next arrow isn't aimed at Ferham. It's aimed at the ground next to Ferham, with a magically extended line connecting to the room Sigrun was just in. Sigrun connects a silk rope to herself, and then the line, and then she slides down the line towards her mark. "Victims, aren't we all?" She echoes the sentiment offered when the stakes were reversed, and she reaches for the reploid's whip, snaking it around the target's ankles and tying it down with more silk, connecting the whole to the line she just used to come down. Next, she starts climbing back up that line, dragging Ferham with her. Once she's back up to five stories high, the sharpshooter fastens her mark to the line in that exact position, and after binding the reploid's arms together with more rope, she's allowing the target to dangle. It's at that point that she puts in place a sticky illusion, it actively seeks to override other illusions, and has some built-in countermagic to dispelling efforts. The illusion doesn't impact clothes, though it does make sure to show off what's in place, no... it's meant to turn Ferham's appearance into that of a horribly misfigured person, hunchbacked and scarred. Sigrun figures that would hurt more than just showing skin. And when she's got a sufficient distance, Sigrun dispells the electricity on the arrow. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham wakes up a short time after the monster hunter has removed the arrow from her and cast the illusion on her--of course, this form of magical illusion is fairly impactful on her physique~ Where there had been long curvy and gorgeous legs, the limbs now seemed shrunken and withered, causing the spandex undersuit beneath them ot have fallen in and hang off her, like her body had degenerated from inside--her boots and gloves like they were clad in broomsticks and dangling off as she was left to hang there.      "What did she... what is... did my--oh nooo!" of course, this has also done rather horrible things to the /rest/ of her figure, including her chest, her armor now hollow-ly hanging off her front and the thong bit of her leotard and undersuit there now hanging and billowing like droopy tents. Ferham has been taken from Vava-voom to grandma!      "Yeeeaarghh!"      The angry howl can be heard for several blocks down, the shrill scream even shattering a few windows. 
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4174/Mecha Madness

2016-06-24T16:58:04Z

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|Location=Desert Mountains
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The mechaniloid deployment center had been sending out automated reports of malfunction, and due to the reports of malfunctioning robots wandering around the area it had gotten Ferham's attention--apparently it had also incited interest from the union, as well. Ferham had just finished taking care of a few rogue highway repair bots in a corridor inside the large facility, which had the feel of a car production facility--but was obviously more advanced, containing a lot more automated production machines. The robots that built the robots that built the robots, one might say.      Hitoshura may hear Ferham's approach from around a corridor--her footsteps were lighter, more casual, the sound of what sounded like... high heels? on concrete, yet still retained a metallic quality to it--was it another haywire robot??      He might be surprised when she finally comes around the corner, however--most of the drone robots and repair bots there didn't have gams like her, after all. She was definitely humanoid, and definitely feminine. Her green eyes peering out from beneath her helmet would blink upon noticing him, pausing to stare for a moment. 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' Hito and King Frost, a fattened up, more regal version of Ice King from Adventure time, came down the corridor. In fact, King Frost was huge, and unfortunately for Hito, Hito was wearing his Union Elite uniform this time. His eyes and tattoos pulsed light occasionally, but other than that and the spike coming out of his neck, he looked pretty human. "Shouldn't you have summoned Thoth, Hito-" King began, just as they rounded the corner. King seems to be sliding across the ground (maybe on an ice patch beneath his frame?) They both see Ferham. Hito takes the lead, "Hi. We're here to help with the facility. I don't have any tech support, but I am combat ready. Do you want assistance?" He's not surprised to see a gynecoid, not here. Now, if she were in a human city, maybe it would be different, but Hito's normal is everyone else's weird. Frost is thinking, but makes no aggressive moves, although his demonic instincts tell him otherwise. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham's eyes moved from Hito, to the much larger and white King Frost, noticing the trail of ice it had left underneath it--before looking back up to the humanoid.      "Tech support? I'm not exactly that, but... I'll assist you if you need it," Ferham had just gotten done being repaired by Staren after his run-in with X and the incident at that city with the clockwork bots, but even then she hadn't been exactly hostile towards the Union even then. Her issue had been with X, after all, but now things seemed different there, too.      "I see you have a body-guard? I too am pretty good with zero-temperatures, myself," Ferham looked down a corridor which seemed to lead to another chamber. The place still seemed dangerous, as when Ferham continued along in front of them down the hallway the place sounded some warning klaxons.      "Central computer room, I think security is still active, you want to give me a hand?" she turned to him and King Frost, gesturing for them to follow. 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' King smiles at hearing the comment about zero temperatures and says,"You don't say. I think we will get along nicely with you," He's referring to himself in the third person, though it's not immediately obvious. Eccentric is putting it mildly. As to the comment of a bodyguard, Hito says,"He's my demon partner. Er.. spirit partner. Anyway, he's one of six, and I'm only half-human. I can handle most little threats on my own, but there's no sense taking extra risks by going it alone," "Yeah, we'll give you a hand," Hito says. Apparently Hito is the leader, at Frost doesn't bat an eye or even discuss other possibilities. "What will we do once we reach the central computer room? Shut it down? Repair it?" Hito asks, not being really good with anything higher than 20th century tech, of which he only has a basic knowledge. Hito and King follow Ferham, keeping alert for traps or enemies. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      It seemed the femmebot was used to eccentric by now, as she seemed to not be too weirded out by it. "Demon partner, huh? I guess you're the handler of this guy here?" Ferham asked as she manipulated the door controls for the central computer chamber, at first messing with the pad on the side before balling her clawed, gloved hand and giving it a good smack--causing it to short out and the door to release.      "Works every time--lets move fast," Ferham ducked under the door as it rose, making sure to keep her wings from bumping into the frame--not noticing that the chamber had some... guests.      "We need to disable security and turn off the production lines, this facility has been producing maverick mechaniloids," Ferham began, however as they entered the room security had already arrived, it appears.      A large semi-humanoid green and yellow mechaniloid with three-fingered pincer hands and a bizarre snake-like head stepped out from the far side of the room, flanked by a couple of much smaller buzzing dragon-fly like robots that hovered around it.      "Watch out!" Ferham cried out as the larger one raised it's arms and fired lasers at them, trying to push Hito out of harms way and take cover against the floor. 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' Hito is pushed out of the way, thankfully, and rolls with the push, coming to rest behind a column. "Oof, thanks, I think," The hiding spot might fit another person, but not Frost. King quickly hides behind a box of crates, and aims icicle darts (bufu) at the dragonfly things. Occasionally he charges more energy for a large piece of hail (bufula) at the dragonflies, but doesn't yet know if he'll be fast enough to take them down. Meanwhile, Hito thinks lightning is going to be his best bet against this monstrosity.. He pops back and forth from the crates, aiming mid-level electricity (zionga) shots at the radar killer, while trying to avoid being shot himself. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The large humanoid insectile mechaniloid, known colloquially as a 'Radar killer' had opened it's jaws wide and fired another laser from it's mouth Bubblegum Crisis-style after giving a one-two series of shots with both hands. This particular one is equipped with three legs (as opposed to the two-legged variety used by Sigma's forces during the maverick wars, which apparently had stability issues due to being top-heavy) allowing it to jump back in defense from the zionga blast, though one of the dragon fly bots is not so lucky. The one that goes down is the less advanced Pararoid R-5, which is green--and got caught in Hitoshura's electric magic, causing it to explode. The second, is a similarly winged but pink model Pararoid S-38, also referred to as a 'Metaroid'.      Hitoshura is about to realize why the pink one is different as it buzzes around him, his demon and Ferham and despite the latter's attempt to snag it with her whip swoops down and attaches to her back.      "Ahh! Hito--W-Watch out!"      Connecting the dragonfly-fly 'sting' to Ferham's back after latching onto her it soon assumes motor control over her body and causes her to whip around towards Hitoshura with awkward, wind-up toy like movements, swinging her whip around menacingly.      "I can't stop it!" uh oh. 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' Hito jumps over the laser blast, and studies his opponent. Okay, maybe if he hits nearby with a area of effect lightning (Mazio?) He aims a blast at the floor near the Radar killer, and this one radiates out a bit. Oh snap! Puppeteer controls! Hito manages to avoid most of the whip, but does get grazed on the side. He is shocked and burned, and grunts. "It .. can control you?" He wheezes. "No fair! K-King, help her! Remember, she can stand the cold!" Hito orders. King quickly glides over to behind Ferham. His girth protects him from the worst of the whip, and he quickly lowers her temperature and that of the attached robot, hoping to disable it and not her. Hito backs out of the range of the whip and tries to go back to fighting the Radar killer. This isn't going so well, he thinks. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      As the Radar killer lands on it's strange 3-legged body it is caught in the blast of electricity that radiates across the floor, causing the electricity to flow up through it's legs and it's arms raised up and it whirled around the room recklessly, spazzing out.      Hitoshura on the other hand now has a possessed femmebot on his hands as Ferham took a few more steps toward him, her arm raising the whip and bringing it down against the floor like a lash--clearly without the skill and finesse that the owner of the body retained--this was more like it was trying to use her body to attack Hito rather than accessing any of her memories or abilities--this was pure motor control.      The whip of Ferham's might come down hard against King Frost, leaving criss-cross marks against his front, then she's blasted by the cold wave by King Frost--blue energy and ice forming over her body as she's stopped cold, leaving what looks like a frost-clad avant-garde statue in her place of Ferham standing there with her arms out in an action-ey pose, the Pararoid still attached to her back, however--perhaps it could be pulled off like that? 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' King tugs on the metaroid's tail, trying to pull it out without damaging Ferham. He is rather strong, so tries to do it gently, gradually applying more force as needed. He is hurting from the whip, and now there's an out of control Radar Killer spinning around like a doomsday top. Hito puts himself between the radar killer and his friends, and closing his eyes for the briefest of moments, erects a barrier in front of them all. "Rakukaja!" A bright purple barrier forms in front of them, hopefully keeping the rather large bot at bay, as well as boosting their defense somewhat. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had been stopped cold (d'ohoho) by the blast of frost from dah King, leaving her standing there as that interesting femmebot frost-statue. As he pulls the Metaroid free she seems to stay stock-still as she's left there frozen, the frost falling away from her face as she huffs and blows it free, looking around as she's still stuck there.      "Pfft--well, this is embarrassing," Ferham seemed to be better now, though she was still an attractive looking statue for the moment. "Hnnggh--" she struggles as she slowly breaks out of it--apparently left-unharmed by the cold while the Pararoid-variant was left disabled and frozen-solid.      Meanwhile, the Radar killer whirls around and seems to have somewhat recovered, but electricity can still be seen running through it and it looks like ozone gasses waft up from it's frame, clearly damaged. It takes two steps, stalking towards the two, now shielded by the barrier--opening it's mono-eyed snake-like mouth and prepared to fire again... 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' King attempts to break the now hopefully frozen bot. If successfully, he will strengthen the barrier with a gesture reinforcing it. What was a mediocre shield is now tessellating like snowflakes and much sturdier/larger. It also takes a hexagonal shape. "Okay, after the blast, all out attack, triple team 'em!" Hito says in between gasps. "Definitely," King says. He is bleeding blue ichor from the whip lashes, but it doesn't seem to phase him, unlike Hito. Must be a tank type in addition to cold manipulation. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Mmphh... nnghhh--" Ferham still seemed to have a bit of a problem speaking as she reached back and put a hand over the pararoid still stuck to her back, dislodging the 'sting' on it's dragonfly-like tail and holding it up as the ice continued to break and fall down it's body. "Sorry hon, your motor control days are over," Ferham then whipped the frozen mechaniloid directly at the still going Radar-killer, likely letting it get caught in it's incoming blast.      "Get down!" Fer attempted to pull Hitoshura out the line of fire by grabbing him by the shoulders--the Radar killer's mouth-laser came right for them. 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' Hito gets down with Ferham's help. King slides away from the blast on the opposite end. Maybe he was slightly out of range? The barrier did deflect some of the blast, but not all. It's a good thing Hito had help. Is it a New Moon? Is that why he feels so weak? King attempts to bombard the Radar Killer with large icicles. Hito, however, is ready to listen to tactics. "All right, how do we defeat this thing?" He will let Ferham take the lead, since she knows much more about this creatures than he does. Machines were never really his thing, although the occasional machine spirit like a gremlin or poltergeist has been seen where he is from. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The Radar killer rears back as the icicles pelt it--looking as if it's large but light-weight frame is thrown off balance by the heavier chunks of ice--Ferham's whip wrapping around the creature's neck as she keeps it from firing it's mouth-laser again at them.      "You've got to destroy it's head, don't you have a weapon?" Ferham, now free from her icy bonds, seems to be straining with the whip a bit--until the electromagnetism in the length of whip begins to paralyze the mechaniloid. "Might need a little help over here!" she holds onto the whip handle, bracing it with both hands. 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' "Okay, I'll try," Hito closes his eyes, breathes deeply, and then forms two neon longswords attached to his hands.He rushes the mechaniloid, and tries to catch the head between the two blades in a scissor motion, hopefully cutting the head in half horizontally. Meanwhile King begins a healing spell, a slow regeneration of energy and body centered on Hito, as his wounds are the greatest other than king's own. "Diarama," he mutters. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ouch, remind me never to ask you for a haircut," Ferham winces as she retracts her whip back into the handle, letting the mechailoid go. The Radar killer's head was mangled by Hitoshura, and it wasn't going to work anymore. The entire frame of the thing slumped over, still on it's 3-legs, it's large frame propped up by it's own weight, like some kind of dead dinosaur.      "Alright, lets shut this place down," Ferham was now finally able to get to the main computer console, and within a few seconds of her tapping at the keys there was a large-scale electrical hum of many different machines went off at once, the sort of sound you hear when there is a brownout in your house and everything powers down at once.      "Okay, that should stop this place from producing anymore maverick robots, sorry about your friend there," she turned and faced King Frost. "That thing uh, took control of my motor functions," she gestured with her chin to the now melted remains of the pararoid. 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' King shrugs, looks over to Ferham, and smiles,"Not a big deal. I'm used to this being Hito's partner," Hito begins to heal King's wounds to the point where they stop bleeding. "Are you hurt at all?" He asks Fer. He doesn't want to overlook injuries when he is able to help heal them. After the healing bit is over, Hito asks Fer,"You shut that down pretty quickly, but who started all this? Is there some kind of master robot in charge that manipulated all this, or..?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Used to it huh? That's handy, I suppose," Ferham put her weapon away as she turned to face Hitoshura. "I have to apologize to you as well, I didn't know there'd be any of that particular model here--it's specialized, they can take control of other robots--that feature isn't standard," she sighed, and shook her head gently. "No, I'm fine, I wasn't damaged at all," she tilted her head. "That I can't tell you, seems this place was running automated for a while before it began to produce mechaniloids with corrupt programming," she shrugged. She wasn't sure exactly what caused it. This was what Reploid scientists like Doppler or Gate were for. 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' Hito nods after a moment. "I see. Well, at least the problem is resolved, but where did the distress call come from? Was it automated?" King and Hito seem to be much better physically, although they appear a bit tired from using the magic. That's just the price you pay though. King seems to have more magic reserves than Hito. In fact, it seems that King is slightly stronger than Hito, except for being less versatile and agile.Hito must rely on his partners a lot, although it is surely mutual. Anyway, it looks like things are wrapping up. "Well, if you need my help again, let me know. Maybe we'll meet under better circumstances," Hito says with a smile. He proffers a small disc with his private radio frequency. ((Hito joined your party! Okay, not really. )) 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I'll have to look into this a little further, this didn't seem to happen on it's own," Ferham nodded quietly, before turning to move closer to the door. "You think you cna use any more of those electrical powers? We might need to power a door or two to get out of here," she smiled as she turned to the demon-man.      "Powers like yours could come in handy during a black-out," she seemed to be teasing him just a little, however good-naturedly. 

:'''{{#var:811|Hitoshura (811)}} has posed:''' Hito smiles and says,"Sure. And if we run into any mechanical lions, you can take care of them with your whip." More teasing, also good-naturedly. He and King follow her out of the compound, and to the warpgate. King grimaces at the desert, and Hito is glad to have found a friend. 
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4244tubing/Unboxing a Golem

2016-06-22T03:26:06Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2016/06/22
|Location=The Citadel - Medical
|Synopsis=Taro, Kari Wolf and Ferham head down to the dark holds medical bays to help No. 9 AKA GOLEM KING out of his healing pod.
|Cast of Characters=269, 276, 399, 516
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     Knock knock. Who's there? Property damage-     One of the negatives of being completely fucking flipping batshit insane. For all the smile and the nice and the amicability, he's still the kind of damaged goods that tinkle when you shake the box, and though he intellectually understands that medical equipment equal hella expensive, it don't always mean that he can /hold/ onto little details like that. Like not breaking expensive things because the parts that need to be out of the close in dark space with all the wires doesn't always listen to the more, human, side. Though it could be argued that that part is perfectly human too.     There's the sound of the odd intermittent tink, BANK and *dwoing* of expensive machinery being cautiously brutalized, somewhere in the medical bay. It's like an egg hunt! With a particularly... noxious egg. Like someone left this one a bit too long out in the sun? Yeahh... 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro is going to have certain words with whoever it was that last handled Nine without sending a memo to the Golem's personal physician. Namely, him. He has, at least, narrowed the search down to one of the Long Term Recovery wards. Presumably Nine had fallen into torpor again, a known 'issue' and/or 'feature' with Golems, though again, no one thought to tell him.     Taro's inwardly seething, though his expression is only a little darker than usual. Expressing his displeasure toward Kari or anyone else would be unproductive at best. Besides, finding Nine in this maze is more important. Lights flicker on as cross the threshold into the room filled with rows upon rows of podbeds. Well, perhaps 'rows' would be a bit generous, as the powering machinery is so tall, broad, and cumbersome that neat rows aren't likely. 'Clumps' of podbeds is more like it.     He glances to Kari. "Could you move higher?" he asks, gesturing toward the ceiling. "You could see more from up there than I from down here." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari hasn't mastered flying yet, but she jumps high enough with her Dire Wolf armor. She clambers her way up with the monstrous claws of that armor, visor showing all sorts of heat sources and light enhancement things. The shinki can be heard clambering around the things in the ceiling like some horrible alien monster from one of the movies she likes to watch.     "There's something over by the ventilation shafts, Taro." She radios to the reploid. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There is the sound of clicking heels as Ferham accompanied Taro down to medical bay area, helping to look for their good friend--Golem King, as Ferham referred to him affectionately. She called him No. 9 as well, of course, but there was something about the title she fancied. Her heeled boots made echoing click-clacks on the walls of the seemingly mausoleum-like large open space, with what looked like pods and tubes set here and there like graveyard monuments. It was just a bit spooky, to tell the truth.      Then there was the noise of metal being dented and crushed, which broke the gloomy atmosphere of the place. "I'll find him," Ferham mutters softly as her red wings slid out from behind her back and the armored valkyrie femmebot rose up into the air, several feet off the ground and hovered away--head darting here and there as she scouted the isles. 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     Binp. Bomp. CRRRRRRRRRR*EAK*kkkkk. And then there's shuffling and scuffling, the odd sizzle and crackle, and somewhere, somewhere nearby there's the faint smell of- is that the cheery scent of sizzling electronics?     Miiiight be.     That's probably the one- the one that's shaking. The one that's starting to smoke. A bit. Around the corners. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro can fly, but he's not in his armor, thereby leaving him grounded. Still, between Kari and Ferham, there are enough eyes above to help guide him through this maze. He glances up to get a better look as to where the ventilation shafts Kari spoke of thread together, then uses that in part, as well as keeping half an eye on the direction Ferham is flying, to find a path across the floor in the right direction.     Granted, the noise helps, too.     Is that..something smouldering. Lovely. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     "There's something burning over there..." Kari says, pinging the smoking ventilation shaft via some transmitted coordinates. The thermal visor is coming in handy, even though she's not used to using it. The shinki hops on over that way via the ceiling. From there, she finds the upper half of the pipe or duct (it's a big thing if it has Nine inside...) and peels it open with her gauntlets, and sticks her head inside for a look. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham raised a brow and casually waved her gloved hand in front of her wave, catching the scent of ozone and cooked electronics. "Golem King... you there?" Ferham intoned, peering out into the gloom lit only by utilitarian lights from over head. She could see why this place ticked Taro off--it was like a warehouse, or some kind of messy repair garage, rather than some place meant for actual /medical/ service.      "Think we might have fire, if anything's burning I'll put it out," Ferham had her ways with that, there was a reason a built-in cryogenics system was handy with combustibles. 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     Pekaboo! That's a fist through the lid. A gleaming metallic hand, which curls into a fist and tries to pull back inside, with many a shower of sparks. The hand finally withdraws, and there's the faint gleam of those crazy mitochondrial eyes staring out from the flashes and black inside the pod. "Nope. No King here. Nope nope nope." A glance, catching sight of Taro- and then there aren't any eyes anymore, and a low mumble. "I uh eh uh, hello, hi. I seem t' have punched a hole in this, um, yeh." 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     There's nothing there. Just a bunch of cables. Okay. Kari climbs down the cable duct to see Number 9 punch his way out.     "Hi Mister Nine!" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Thank you, Kari, Ferham." His words are a bit clipped, but Taro's irritation isn't directed at them. He follows her ping to where the wispy smoke is being drawn into the ventilation, steps hastening as the sounds of medical instrument abuse grow louder and more insistant.     Then, Nine puts a hole clear through the protective dome of the pod in he's been resting, and he almost regrets the additional reinforcements he made to the Golem's cybernetic arms during that last upgrade. Almost.     The android priest gives a small huff, then steps forward to unlatch the holed dome. "Yes. So you have." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham blinks and recoils back a bit from the sudden, over-sized hand that punches through the lid of the healing pod, but she wasn't alarmed, she realized who this was, after all. She does hover a little higher so she can look down into the hole and at those eyes peering out at them, however.      "It's not like I'm going to hurt you, you know," Ferham hovered back away after catching sight of those eyes in there, before her heeled feet touched down on the dusty floor of the repair bay, her wings sliding back behind her. "How are you feeling, 9? Are you alright?" she asked, her voice deep, feminine and just a tad on the sultry side. She could seem gentle when she wanted to, after all. Or just pleasant. 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     A flinch and a twinkle. "I- hey KariKari, how're ya doin?" A pause, the eyes tracking around, before settling on Taro once more. The tone is, noted. Noted, and the eyes disappear. A low grating gravelly mumble, like rocks being tumbled smooth. "I uh yeah I uh, um..." silence, and then, low and small, "m's'rry." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The latch was twisted by all of the punching, but Taro is still able to get it undone. It was really only intended to keep the dome in place when closed, though since it can't be reached from within, Nine wouldn't have been able to open it himself even if he'd thought to. The hinges were warped thanks to all those not-so-loving taps, and so rather than gliding open, the dome pops open a few inches, then skreeks to a stop.     His irritation is becoming more plain, scowl deepening as he slips his fingers under the rim of the dome and begins to pull upward. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     The shinki hops down and alights on No. 9's head, for all intents and purposes giving the King Golem a hug. "I'm glad to see you again Mister Nine!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "You're pretty rough with some of our toys," Ferham chided softly, before she stepped back and let Taor get to work. "It's fine though, it's glad you're out of there and feeling better, at any rate," Ferham shrugged and laid a hand on her hip, watching 9. "Do you need any help there, Taro?"      Ferham would walk up alongside Taro and offer some assistance. Surely her high-performance Reploid strength would be able to help prise the lid of the pod off. 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     The Golem King flinches back from the slice of light with a wince and a bared-tooth sound, somewhere between a hiss and a whimper. Big, hulking, muscled, metalled, dangerous and crazy as all hell, and the damn thing is hiding like a fucking pussy wuss.     But back in the dark, there's a set of big metal hands that come down careful round the Shinki, the hug double palmed and oh so careful. "Heyaheyaheya KariKari, Big Bro Nummer Nine's bout t' become some form a chowder I'm thinkin." A low half manic chuckle crinkles out of the cyborg, half artificial and half insane. "Yeahyeahyeah, sorry sorry, sorry sorry sorry. Sorry. Mmm mmm mmm, sorry sorry, m, sorry. Mm. Sorry sorry, nngh." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Thanks more to Ferham than Taro (he's designed for dexterity, strength not as much), the pod dome is lifted high enough to free one certain Golem from it. Assuming that Nine wants to escape now, that is.     "I thought you were still visiting Ten and Seven," he says as he gets his first direct look at Nine. A quick visual check to assure himself that Nine is, in fact, fine. For certain definitions of fine, at least. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "My apologies, my friend is using a body that's comprised of... well, lets say some older technology, it's not as hardy as I am," Ferham peeled back the door of the pod with her gloved hands, rather easily, like she was peeling open an aluminum soda can, really. "Seems fine to me so far, thankfully whatever he was going through in there seems to have healed," Ferham knew the Golems were engineered to be this way, King had just not had his brain-fried by the process somehow. Well, mostly, anyway. 

:'''{{#var:276|Kari Wolf (276)}} has posed:'''     Kari helps by punching the lid with her armored gauntlets! Then she points Nine towards the opening. He sounds pretty disoriented, so she's trying to help steer him. 

:'''{{#var:269|No. 9 (269)}} has posed:'''     A blink, owlish. "Yeah I was. I think I was. I thought I, was? Apparently I um maybe might be might've might just've mebbe possibly fallen 'sleep n'... yeh." A glance around, and he sort of uncoils, playin it all cool. He stinks, even for a given value of Nine, and his skin is waxy and sallow, his eyes even more sunken in then normal. So. Classic Number Nine. He has a seeing eye Shinki though, so it's helping, and he sort of half slinks, half oozes out of his tube, dressed in medical jammies and some hidden but particularly invasive looking tubing. In fact he's sort of licking at one at the corner of his mouth. Cough cough. 
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4146/A blissful evening

2016-06-01T16:30:19Z

NinjaKitty: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2016/05/24 |Location=Ai |Synopsis=Felicia meets an old friend/foe at a bar in the Makai... a musical number ensues?! |Cast of Characters=480, 990 |..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2016/05/24
|Location=Ai
|Synopsis=Felicia meets an old friend/foe at a bar in the Makai... a musical number ensues?!
|Cast of Characters=480, 990
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' It's a full moon tonight in Makai. That means that everyone and the monster under their bed will be at the nightclub tonight to hear Kikuri-hime and Kushinada-hime sing. It's not exactly a coat and tie affair, but everyone has agreed implicitly not to fight or cause trouble, lest the Nue's kick them out. Jedah is sitting at the bar, drinking some strange demonic cocktail. Blood, at least, human blood, is hard to find here, and the blood of the creatures of Makai has a funky taste to it. He's nursing his bowl of onmoraki soup and waiting for the show to start. He put out flyers yesterday in different parts of the multiverse, so it's not hard to imagine someone from another world showing up. 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      Felicia didn't come around places like this too often. It wasn't that it was something like a dive--it wasn't, it was just well, she had been born in the human world, and her mother was human, and so much of her life had been spent there, she was practically a stranger in a place like the Makai. That said, no one seems to notice a white cat with a blue shock of hair on it's head pad into the bar and casually trot right up to the bar. Some of the folks in there likely saw her, but she didn't seem to mind--and soon it was jumping right up onto the stool next to Jedah. It was a short-haired looking cat, and somewhat small--as if fairly young still. As it looks over at Jedah he might notice it has green eyes--that is of course before a rather impressive light blue aura and flash begins to eminate out of it--like the cat and the stool is engulfed in St. Elmo's fire.      And seconds later there is the 5'6" figure of Felicia sitting there, her legs already curled under her on the stool. No uniform, not even a disguise, this is au natural Felicia, just as she knew Jedah would know her as.      "Oh hi there, Jedah--whatcha doin' back in town? Cookin' up some evil plans?" she grinned. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah looks at the cat as though oddly familiar. His eyes widen as it transforms into Felicia. His expression goes from curious to amused. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," he says, sipping his drink. "Yeah, a few schemes in mind. I'm working on a computer virus, a modification of a mollusk with demonic DNA, and a bouncy castle. Ha, as if I'd actually tell you what I'm up to," He cackles. "Surely you're not here for little old me? You came for the show, right? To listen to the singing and do some karaoke?" He doesn't seem too threatened or worried. Then again, it's nice to see a familiar face in the multiverse, even if you're not friends. Are they frenemies, Jedah wonders? "Would you like something to drink? Everything's probably going to taste odd, but that's because of the properties of Makai. The soil and nature of the crops causes a rather earthy flavor if you're not used ot it. The onmoraki soup's pretty good, that's what I'm having. Kalpa fish and chips are pretty good, too." 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      "Well, I could understand the bouncy castle," Felicia said with straight-faced deadpan snarky charm that would make Bill Murray proud. "Aw c'mon, you can let me in on some of your master plans, it'll be fine," she said in a perfectly casual, cajoling tone like they were old friends. Well, they were old acquintances, that part was true.      "Actually yes, I am--since Dracula is gone and there hasn't been much up on the whole EVIL front, I heard you were back so I decided to come up here to see what you were on about," Felicia reached up with her slender and dextrous 5-fingered, red-nailed hand to brush back some of that wildly 80s shock of blue hair of her's.      "Everything is probably made out of blood or some kind of ichor, but sure if they got any beers--do they have budweiser in hell?" she raised a brow, likely making a bit of a joke--she was aware this wasn't 'hell', more like the neitherworld. "Kalpa fish, huh? hrm," demon world fish meant it was probably a lot fresher than usual... 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah drinks a bit more. Given his muscular form, and his physiology, it's unlikely he'll get tipsy anytime soon. "Yes, the loss of Dracula is rather unfortunate, but he comes and goes, or so the lore says. He may be back in another form, or time." Upon hearing Felicia came for him, he smiles cooly,"You are too kind. And, no, it's not all blood and ichor. There are veggan options. Not all my fellow demons and creatures eat babies you know. That is an unfortunate stereotype, perpetuated by humans. A few bad grapes, and people want to trample the whole vineyard. Yeah, they've got some beer from the human world, imported, very expensive, but what the hell, I'll sponsor you a couple. "Hell? No, Makai, it's a dark world reflection of the human world, as Tenkai is a light world that is yet another reflection. You may consider yourself mostly human, but you are a Dark Stalker, whatever you believe. Why else would you be welcome here?" Jedah says, glancing around, trying to make her notice that no one thinks her odd here or out of place,"I mean no offense, of course. Try the kalpa, if you don't like it, someone else will eat it. Food doesn't usually go to waste here," Jedah signals the bartender, who comes up with two beers one would find in a normal bar in other parts of the multiverse. 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      "Vegan? eww, don't make me ill now--Blood and ichor are one thing, but that's going too far," Felicia reached over and gave the man's royal purple coat a poke, her bare but white-furred and red-nailed feet hooking around the rungs of her stool as she bellied up closer to the bar.      "Not mostly, my species are half human, technically--most of us anyway, catwomen breed with men of other species--usually human," she winked at Jedah, then took the beer that was offered with a smile and a thank-you to the bartender, turning back to look at Jedah.      "Alright alright, damn if I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to make this an awesome date," Felicia snerked, grinning back at the 'lord of vampire' over there, thanks translators, you really earned those rubles.      "I guess I'll try a platter of that kalpa, if they can fry it, it'll be just like fish and chips, do they have potatoes here?--ones without eyes, anyway? and by eyes I mean real ones--because knowing the Makai there'll be actual eyes, probably," she shrugged. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah receives the poke and pretends not to notice. He knows she's trying to rile him up, and being bothered would only cause her to escalate. "I see." he says thoughtfully, thinking about how he'd like to get a small sample of hair or something to analyze in his lab. Maybe he can convince the bartender to give him the empty beer bottle. It might be useful for his research (consent probably required, and it wouldn't be useful, just saying). Jedah considers a potato with actual eyes,"It's pretty close to regular potatoes. Imagine a world where life proceeded a little differently. Different proteins, different enzymes, buy basically similar anatomy and physiology. It's not that different from your world, except that there's a lot more genetic diversity, perhaps due to demonic DNA not being quite so careful to ensure it copies itself perfectly, but also maintaining viability.In other words, it's just a world where life developed differently, not unlike the rest of the multiverse." "A date?" he snerks, too. "I think you know me too well for that, but yes, it's nice to just relax sometime." Jedah signals the bartender, who returns quickly with the food. It looks a little more colorful, but should taste good, maybe a bit better than your average fish and chips. Jedah finally realizes she's teasing him about Makai, and chuckles. "Taste for yourself." About that moment the harpsichord begins to play (old school piano without dynamics), and a lovely brown skinned woman with glowing eyes and a strange Shinto-ish style dress takes the stage. "Oh, good, she's starting. That's kikuri-hime. She and her sister kushinada-hime are the primary talents here, although after they're done karaoke will be open. It's mostly songs you know, just because, well, the machine probably came from the human world. Technology is generally something that most creatures here don't grasp quite as well. The power source may very well be mystical." Jedah hushes himself as the haunting, elegaical voice of the goddess fills the lounge. If anyone looks around, they will be surprised at how spellbound the audience is. Whatever humans might think of them, they have an appreciation of beauty, at least a little. 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      Felicia had been drinking with her lips contacting the beer bottle, so likely all Jedah had to do was collect the bottle when she left if he wanted her DNA--it would be genius, actually. "Well then, I guess it wouldn't be too hard to get some actual fish and chips then, thanks please mate," Felicia winked and gave a smile and thank you to the bartender, in that case. "Haven't spent a lot of time here myself since you summoned us all here that one time, Demitri had gotten a fair bit more skeezy than I remmebered," Felicia gave a bit of a 'phew' at that, their third tournament so to speak had been quite a time. She recalled Donovan had seemed to be having a hard time during that period, too.      When the exotic makai singers came on stage though, Felicia had remained a bit quiet as she drank and ate and they listened to the performance. Some part of her was a just a bit jealous. She looked over at Jedah who was sitting quietly and watching intently and had to admit this made the wannabe-star feel just a bit like a second-banana here. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah notices the change in Felicia. Jealousy? That's good. He playfully pokes her with a grin, while muttering an incantation in Italian, and attempts to replicate Demitri's midnight bliss transformation effect. Whether the transformation is partially mental or not he doesn't know. If it works, he'll look her over, smile and say, "They're cheering you on," and points to the stage. He whistles, causing a lot of the demons to hoot and holler, to emulate that effect. At least she'll be the center of attention, and maybe even get a bit of the spotlight for herself. He's being playful, not really malicious, but has no idea how she'll take this. 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      "Donovan, god--don't you remember any of us?" Felicia closed her eyes and sighed a bit, like Jedah was a guy who'd forgotten all his old classmates in senior year, or the like. It was kind of amusing, though Felicia hadn't meant to, she sounded a bit 'cattier' than she might have intended--which no doubt helped spur Jedah's little trick on her. "Speaking of diva--" Felicia's green eyes had peered over at the stage just as Jedah's long-nailed finger gave her that poke, she hadn't seen it, unfortunately for her~ and it was undoubtedly magical--what with the resulting puff of smoke.      As the smoke quickly cleared, the figure that was left sitting next to Jedah was quite familiar, but decidedly different. Her frame hadn't been changed much, her shoulders a bit more svelte, for sure, and her hair had been seemingly tamed and given a much more stylish straight and glossy look, hanging down past her shoulders. Her eyelashes had been lengthened, crimped, lids painted with a shiny shade of blue eyeshadow, her lips cupid's bow and coated in rouge. She was clad in a full-length white strapless cocktail dress with a slit up one side, with a pair of shoulder-length satin gloves in a turqoise that was a good match for her hair--the same shade as the shiny stiletto high heels that her feet had been slipped into.      Felicia turned to Jedah and smiled, her legs now more curled to one side of her along the stool, seductively--and she reached up with a satin-gloved hand to her lips--closing her eyes as she blew him a kiss. The shape of her rouge-clad lips seemed to 'jump' away from her lips as the kiss was blown, floating cartoonily across the distance of them and trying to plant itself against Jedah's cyanotic blue cheek. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah receives the kiss graciously. Is that a blush, or did his skin just get a bit purple? Dimitri may be skeezy, but he understands the appeal of Felicia under the affects. Unfortunately, what Jedah remembers about his own transformation is a bit less pleasant, at least when the transformation ends. Hopefully Felicia won't be ticked, but it might do their little rivalry and bantering good. Maybe he can blame it on someone else? Oh well. "Go ahead and sing. They're waiting for you," He says, shooing her onto the stage. Hime smiles and extends a hand if/when she gets close. 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      "Oh my, Jedah-hon, you do like to show a girl a good time," Felicia casually took a long slug of her beer before gently letting herself down from the stool, her heels click-clacking as she approached the stage, her long white tail trailing along behind her. Her long cat-like ears twitched as she took the out-stretched hand of the other singer, pulling herself conspiratorily close as she seemed much more friendly now thanks to Jedah's little spell. She was soon handed a microphone and the two began a classy piano duet, the crowd silent as the grave as the two sexy starlets gave a stunning performance that might be seen in a smoky piano bar or a packed theater hall.      The lights of the stage sparkled off Felicia's long white dress and gloves and heels, apparently Felicia was getting her wish~ though this was a bit different from the musicals she had always dreamed of starring in! There was a reason for this--this was Felicia's deep-seated vision of success, given life thanks to the darkstalker's magical prowess that had been used on her. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah gives Felicia a smile and a wink as she slinks onstage. They actually sound pretty good. Jedah takes a moment to get a closer look at Hime (for the benefits of description). She's a silver-haired, dark skinned goddess with a red, white and green modern robe with a sari wrapped around her wrists and hanging down towards her feet. She is shoeless, but doesn't seem to mind as she floats about 6 inches off the s take. She's lovely, a near match for Felicia. She doesn't seem intimidated at all, but rather glad to share the stage. The crowd is going wild, that's for sure. Eventually Kushinada-hime, a green clad goddess with hair ornaments, bangles that sound bell-like when she moves, and dew-clad feet joins them while they sing. Petals form in the air only to dissolve like pink snow on the ground of the lounge. Something about the trinity of goddess perhaps? Something about hearing the cicadas sing while you slowly fall asleep on someone's shoulder? The lyrics are poetic, but don't quite tell a specific story. When the trio gets tired of singing, Kikuri, loving to give Jedah the business, too, beckons him onstage as the two goddesses take a break. Now it's time for a duet with Felicia. Oh man, hopefully this doesn't go viral. The Feds back home would never understand. Wishing he had midnight bliss'd himself, he tries to back up Felicia's singing, but really can't sing very well. The audience remains polite however, not wanting to embarrass Felicia. For demons, they really know how to behave in the right circumstances. 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      Felicia seems delightfully cozy with those two green-robed and dark-skinned beauties, her arms around either of them as she works the stage with her endowment of Marilyn Monroe-infused charm in that state, bringing them both down with her as she shakes dem hips. Those ruby red and bee-stung lips grace both of the princesses in turn as the song ends and Jedah approached, Felicia holding the mic and swinging her tail about with one hand like it was a cast-off feather boa or mink stole.      She grins foxily and seems able to manage him on stage though and more or less plays the part of his 'gun-moll' during their song, able to keep the crowd under control thanks to her presence and ability to work the audience. Her singing voice was more high and alto like this, like a nightingale, so even if Jedah winds up sorta bad she's there to cancel him out~      towards the end she approaches his side and throws her arms around his shoulders, one high heeled foot going up and back with her other standing on tippy toes as she has to push herself up even in those saucy stiletto heels to bring her face more level with his--leaning in to give him a big smooch on the cheek--likely leaving a red lipstick imprint there. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah receives this kiss with a definite blush. Did she just make a demon blush? He gently guides her back to the bar, but something prevents him from undoing the incantation. Scientific curiosity? The desire to fan the fire of rivalry? He hasn't felt any of this in a long tims. Unfortunately, the lipstick imprint remains. He didn't think about covering his tracks too well. At least she got the spotlight like she wanted. If it costs him, oh well. He smiles, a genuine smile, and has the bartender reheat his food before going back to it. "How are you feeling Felicia? Wasn't that singing fun? You were a lot better at it than me." 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      Felicia seems to have been having too great a time, or perhaps Jedah just relishes this opportunity to make her look silly too much. She seems to want to guide him back to the bar still, wanting to sit and chat with him for a spell while they were there, heels clicking.      "So Jedah, what were those lovely plans you were talking about before?" Felicia bats her eyelashes at him as she moves, apparently still quite under the spell. Maybe Jedah could further taunt her by explaining what he planned to do while she was in no state to remember or actually /use/ that knowledge? It seemed deliciously sadistic enough, on first glance. The cocktail dressed cat lady pulled herself back onto the stool she'd occupied next to him at the beginning of the evening, though now of course looking considerably different--she definitely seemed more lithe and less sporty than before, her muscles and spryness reduced to svelte curves and model-esque petiteness. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah pulls out a notebook, a very simple form of his Primer that contains his basic notes, showing it to Felicia. It just looks like an interactive book or perhaps odd PDA. It's not the actual primer, but a book somehow linked to it. "Well, let's see. I want to try and make a virus that affects digimon. I want to try and help the abyssal fleet in some way, perhaps by making demonic barnacles that suck the life out of their foes. Beyond that, just see how my research can help the Confederacy." "It's just about learning what I can do, and seeing if I can cooperate with other scientists in our faction. Most of it's just in the planning, but the advanced science of the Primer makes a lot of things possible I can't yet do on my own. Maybe try to fight the Four Devas, just to see if they've got what it takes." "Most of it's not near completion. Now that we're in the multiverse, renewing our Makai doesn't seem like an option anymore. I've had to find new purpose, new meaning in my life," 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      "Oh my, Jedah honey--you've been busy!" Felicia's bee-stung lips were hanging open just a bit in wonder as her large green eyes peered over the page, reading the words without fully understanding it all--not totally comprehending it. She does scan over it all before hanging it back to Jedah with her blue satin-gloved hand, now resting her chin on her palm as she rests her elbow against the bar top.      "It's been a wonderful evening Jedah, but don't you think it's time you brought a lady home?" her green eyes stared over at the lord of the vampires with her chin resting on her palm like that, looking as if she was gazing dreamily at him. Her legs had curled around the side of the stool and she seemed to be having quite a great time. 

:'''{{#var:990|Jedah Dohma (990)}} has posed:''' Jedah nods. "Yes, that would be good. I'll take you back home. I enjoyed tonight with you, too." Did he enjoy her company? Or just causing her embarrassment? We may never know. Maybe a little of both. He offers her his arm, and if accepted, takes her back home, unless it's inside of the Union base, in which case he'll take her as far as he safely can. When they get there, he pulls a page out of the notebook, and with a few taps turns into a card with the message, "Tonight was pure _bliss_," as well as a few pictures of them together, singing having fun, and a couple with the other singers."Get some rest my dear," and leaves after making sure she's comfortable and doesn't need anything. 

:'''{{#var:480|Felicia (480)}} has posed:'''      After a few drinks and food, Felicia and Jedah would wind up heading back to the human world likely--back to whatever place she'd been using outside of the Union headquarters--of course she accepts his arm as the leave the bar. The famed catwoman--or someone looking quite like her walking arm in arm and leaning against the dark-coated soul-sealing crazed vampire lord, Jedah?! The scandal!      Of course, the next day, Felicia is in for somewhat of a surprise. She wakes up, her head aching as her blissed self had taken in more alcohol than what Felicia had been keen on taking in any case--to tell the truth Felicia didn't even drink normally--she woke up on her bed, clutching her forehead, and as she sat up her hand made contact with the photo and note.      "What the...?" Felicia winced as she got her vision to focus as she read through the note, her cheeks becoming flushed red as she quickly leafed through the photos, the note getting crumbled in her clawed, 5-digited hand in anger.      "That sonnuva bitch!"      Her enraged cry was loud enough to shoo birds off the top of her apartment building. 
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2664/Even gems must rest.

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "And.. then another one.. here... yes yes." Peridot hunched over a piece of machinery. It looked like it was a small gem attached some coils and circuits. Likely extracted from an injector. One she had deconstructed at the citadel. Though deconstructed was not the right word- more like, she had lost her temper and utterly destroyed the machine when it had zapped her during a short circuit.     But now, Peridot was too tired to be angry. Her diamond shaped hair was completely wilted. Long and light green, almost white. It hung around her shoulders to her chest and shoulder blades. Dark green circles adorned her eyes and she continually muttered to herself. "Not my job.. Oh yeah just leave a robonoid to it. Useless. Little.. spiders." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had gotten over the little... mishap with the robonoid around Peridot a few days earlier, and since she'd been invited to help around the gem woman's ship and possibly help repair a few things the femmebot agreed. She found the homeworld gem in her room apparently working still, tirelessly at something. Fer had to feel a bit bad herself, as she had been somewhat high strung and stressed about things herself before, quite many a time. The sounds of heels clicking might alert the gem to Ferham's presence as she approached from behind, laying a pair of hands against her shoulders in what felt like a massage.      "You know, I've heard that rest and recuperation can assist with the ability to make proper decisions and heighten mental acuity," Ferham was likely trying to help calm and sooth the gem, it would appear. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Rest, haha.." She laughed, without even turning to face Ferham. "Gems.. Gems don't need sleep." Though whether or not she needed sleep was debatable. It was certainly true that gems needed to rest every now and then. But little sparks flew from her fingertips as she zapped the gem on her table, seemingly separating it from the coils.     "Entire... fate of gem kind on my shoulders. Can't let them blink out. I'm not going to spend the rest of my time stuck on this.. miserable little ball of dirt and mud.. as the only gem in existence. Not going to happen, nope. Not at all. Heh.. heh..." She grinned weakly, hunching over her table even more. "Funny, when you think about it."     "Funny.. funny.. funny. Besides, what would I do? Sit around? What's more important than this? Nothing really. Nothing is the answer." One thing was certain, the gem woman was getting really unhinged. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It's far from little, unfortunately, though in some ways that's a good thing," Ferham continued rubbing her shoulders, thankfully with what felt like her bare hands, she wasn't wearing her gloves. "I mean you should rest for a short while and then resume your activities, is all, it's fairly well known one can miss things when they are tired," she removed one hand from the gem's shoulder to idly fix and sift through the green hair. "And a bit of a... freshening up might help," she tried to say this in a gentle as possible tone, keeping her voice neutral. She likely didn't want to just flat out say Peridot looked like she needed a shower. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     For a moment Peridot's shoulders stiffened. It was almost like all at once, she woke up to Ferhams presence. She was talking directly to her, and hadn't quite realized she wasn't alone in her room anymore. But the tension soon evaporated as she relaxed her shoulder blades. She was completely unaccustomed to anyone touching her, but everything in her physical form ached. She'd been going non-stop since her arrival. Hadn't taken a single moment and it'd been nearly two weeks since she found herself here. A majority of that time had been spent repairing the warship and cleaning it up.     She took off her visor, and rubbed her eyes with her floaty fingers. She pushed aside any thought of objecting, or stopping Ferham. After all, she had reprogrammed her to assist in her endeavors. She was no more than an automation in Peridot's eyes. An automation that was currently at least succeeding in removing the tension from her back. "Freshening..." She pulled idle at her own hair, noticing perhaps for the first time that it no longer maintained its diamond shape, before letting it go. She supposed it may have been true. She did have to meet with Tesla and Souji. If her game had changed, if she had to maintain alliances now. She was not doing her cause any favors by looking like she'd fallen into the reactor core and got spit out the other side. "Ugh... maybe you're right." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "There you go, see, just need to relax," Ferham laid both hands back down against Peridot's shoulders and worked her fingers into her shoulders (which, at this point she had assumed was at least organic, unlike her hands and feet) and increased the strength of her fingers just a little. She wanted to heighten the relaxation, after all. "Yes, you know... do you have any shower unit in this ship? something where you can clean up and relax? Maybe a bath? I could draw you one if so," she nodded a little, not stopping what she was doing for the time being, either.      "You've been rather busy of late, and you don't want to overextend yourself or burn yourself out... so to speak," she used a soothing, calm tone of voice here, which sounded a little husky thanks to Fer's deep voice. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot's shoulders felt soft and biological to the touch, the same way human flesh felt. They were soft even if riddled with stress. Though her physical form was an illusion of light and mass, it embodied who she was.     "Gem physical form maintenance room." Peridot raised her hand some and makes a little flick with her finger. The wall to the far right suddenly starts glowing, and then just as suddenly it fades away. This reveals a station not completely dissimilar from a human bathing room. It contained a vertical transparent container, this was the only thing that looked like it could be a bath tub. There as also a sink, and various care-products to maintain physical forms and their appearance.     She began to pack away her work on the injector components, cleaning her work space meticulously. "I should hope you're smart enough to riddle out filling the cleansing tank." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ooh, forgot this ship had that feature," Fer muttered under her breath, sounding as if she had been just a bit surprised by that, but was fairly casual in her reaction. Stepping back from the gem woman, she peered at the vertical device, raiisng a brow, likely. "Huh, doesn't seem to command much privacy, does it have a... tinting option, or?" this might also be the first time Peridot is able to see Ferham with her armor off at this point, as well. Yes, Ferham didn't wear it all the time, and the indoorsey area of the ship not built for her kind had likely coaxed it off.      Ferham was standing in what looked like a green leotard, black tights and a pair of matching green heels, a lighter shade, closer to Peridot's. While unconventional for ship repair, it definitely seemed like something Fer would wear. Her long black hair swept back and down her shoulders. She was indeed not wearing her normal clawed gloves, either. Her nails seemed to be painted green and just an inch or so long. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot looked her over, it was the first time she had took notice of Ferhams appearance since she came in and she noticed the abundance of green clothing the reploid had adopted. That was... strange. Peridots brows pressed down some. Was that a quirk of her reploid programming? Her own robonoids were programmed to obey her, but they didn't try to emulate her. But, then again there was a lot about how humans made their robots she didn't understand. For the time being she brushed it aside.     "Privacy? I'm already in my room." She went on. She did after all, view Ferham as little more than an upgraded Robonoid. The same way one wouldn't be bothered by undressing in front of a toaster. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Alright, fair enough," Ferham bent down and would go over the device and it's controls, eventually ascertaining how it worked and how to operate it after a few short moments. Fer still seemed more or less herself, though she did seem to be paying Peridot a lot more attention than she had been before, that was true. The outfit was... well, someone had said the best form of flattery was imitation, right? she'd even switched her usual red lipstick for a shade of green.      "It should be ready for you to enter now, I'll just be over here, yell if you need anything," she gave a little grin and stepped aside, moving back to where Peridot was working, but not touching anything, yet. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot got up and approached the tank as it filled with water. The constant cleaning and maintinence required to keeping a physical form exhausted her. But, she needed it, otherwise she'd be forever stuck as a immobile sentient gem. At the very least the process had been stream lined.     Undressing for her, was a more involved process than with the typical gem which could shed their clothes as simply as one shed a glove. But, Peridot was unlike other gems. First she knelt down and pressed a button on her boots just at her knees. This appeared to cause the boot to loosen up and release her limb. She steps out of it, revealing that her leg seemed to suddenly end about midway down her calf. The gem on her forehead began to glow, and soon a translucent foot began to form in front of her. When it was finished she hovers it down and it seemingly attaches itself to the end of her leg.     She repeated the process with her other leg. Until she what appeared to be two normal functioning legs, complete with toes. The transparent feet glowed gently. She then removed the casings on her forearms. Though, like her legs, her arms ended where a wrist would be. Though unlike her feet, she had no need to create a false hand- her fingers merely continued to hover around the end of her wrist. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      While Fer hadn't intended to spy on Peridot while she bathed, but to say that she hadn't been a bit curious about the gem's physiology would be a lie. She turned about halfway to see Peridot's limbs apparently forming from underneath the boots and such she wore, watching the process. "So you have prosthetics...?" she asked, watching the gem woman, and commenting a bit on it, turning to face the tank more or less fully now. It was a bit unusual, she thought, though she hadn't seen many more gem homeworlders, a few things about Peridot seemed... cybernetic.      While she didn't want to pry, she seemed to be resisting the urge to ask what those things were all about. And of course not bothering to turn away exactly, Peridot hadn't seemed to mind Fer being in there, after all. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' "This form is more efficient than one I could project for myself, allowing me access to superior technology than what my gem is capable of creating. Such as it is, when I shed my armor, I can project temporary replacements." She went on, wiggling her toes. Then she reached up and unbuttoned her body suit. With a simple enough gesture it fell to the ground revealing Peridot's petite green body.          She reached forward and opened the container to the tank. It looked like the water may have poured out, but some invisible force seemed to hold it within. This allowed Peridot to walk through it and then close the door behind her. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Huh, interesting device--does it manipulate gravity, or is the solution itself controlled by it?" Ferham still had questions, even though she was more or less standing there watching this the whole time. Curiosity didn't seem to be squelched even though she was kind of being rude, here. She walked closer and studied the nature of it, walking around the tank and peering at it from every angle, less so it's occupant. "Strange... well, if you desire I could wait outside until you are finished, you must need some time to relax," she then stepped back and seemed like she'd be going.      "I'd been thinking about the other day, however... I think you may be a bit naive about just how much us synthetics can feel, I was... a bit upset when you stepped on that robonoid, I must ask if we're to work together you refrain from casual cruelty like that, if you please," her green eyes turned toward Peridot's face. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot seemed to melt into the hot water. The water level went to her shoulders and she momentarily dunked her head underwater and soaked her hair. It floated effortlessly in the water around her. Little streams poured a green solution into the tank, giving it a light tint. It was possible it was some manner of cleaning agent. Peridot listened distantly, far too indulged in her bath to consider Ferams question about how the water was contained. She didn't care much to explain it for the moment. "Ah..." She smiled gently.     As Ferham began speaking about the other day, her gentle smile turned into a somewhat disconcerted frown. As she lazily opened one eye to see the reploid circling her tank. "Upset? I really do have to have words with whoever programmed you. Stepping on a robonoid is like stepping on a bug."     At Ferhams request, Peridot's other eye opened halfway. "How about this? I'll be the one giving orders around here. My robonoids are made to be disposable. I'll destroy as many as I please." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "If it simply contained no intelligence at all, I'd be able to look past it, but your constructs seem to possess a low sort of intelligence, almost like an animal--and I dislike cruelty to those as well as fully sentient constructs," Ferham said with a conviction of tone that seemed like an admittal. When Peridot opened that eye of hers and peered directly at Ferham, she seemed surprised, almost--taking a step back with a click-clack of those heels she was wearing.      "I see, I thought perhaps you'd honor my request, but," she left the words hanging there as if she had nothing more to say on the matter. She did watch as the solution seemed to... leech off some of her green color, however. "Odd..." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "These little quirks in your programming can certainly be aggravating." She commented offhandedly. The water started swirling around her, and the green solution was drained replaced again by crystal clear water. The difference now was Peridot's body was practically shining. It possessed a healthy glow visible through the water. Even the bags under her eyes had faded.     "I may have to run a few experiments on you later to ascertain the reasoning behind this persistent care." Peridot began to ponder what exactly her algorithm had changed about Ferham. She knew what it was designed to do, go in and replace memories with those that inspired loyalty. But she had no easy way of knowing which memories it created. She didn't know what Ferhams 'ideal' Peridot acted like.     But at the same time, she also didn't care. The loyalty was just a mask to obscure the real reprogramming. So she wouldn't question exactly 'why' she was doing Peridot's bidding. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Hmm...interesting. So it is some kind of leeching process, or some kind of polishing solution?" Ferham blinked, speaking mostly to herself even as Peridot talked about her and her programming openly like that, right in front of her. "I didn't have a real programmer originally, the software and neural net hardware was created by a scientist long dead in my world's history, we are then allowed to develop as we will when we're rolled out of our creation pods," Ferham shook her head. "You keep thinking I was created by an individual who was my owner, not how it worked in my world," she looked away briefly, heels tapping at the floor, taking a few steps around the tank.      "You see, I'm not some kind of mindless machine, so I take offense when other machines are treated as such, that's all," she peered back towards the bench, then at the tank again. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' Slowly the water began to drain around Peridot, dissappearing into holes on the ground. Peridot began to listen carefully as Ferham insisted on her own sentience. She didn't say anything at first, merely pointed at the wall, where there hung a towel. "Fetch my towell." She instructed. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham stood there for a moment, blinking, before her expression resumed more of a calm and dubious sort of expression, right now she was giving Peridot an expression like, 'are you for real?' before she turned and strutted off to return with said towel. "You are fortunate that I happen to like you so much," she said with a bit of a purring tone, which might seem like she was being a bit mischievous with Peridot almost, standing there with the towel draped over one of her arms. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Not mindless?" Peridot stepped out, and took the towel, first she began to dry her hair. "Stand on one leg." She started in an informal tone as she wrung out the water from her light green locks. She then wrapped the towel around her midsection and made her way over to a large mirror. Where she lifted a strange looking device that soon revealed itself to be a gem version of a blow-dryer. She began to dry her hair out.     "Once you've done that, spin three times while balancing on one foot. Then jump up and down exactly three times. Then tell me your favorite quality about me." Peridot didn't watch directly as she gave the bizarre instructions, though she could see Ferham in her mirror. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Please, on a slippery surface while I'm wearing heels? Standing on one leg would be quite dangerous, even if I /do/ possess excellent balance and poise," Ferham raised a brow and then smirked a little, a hand on her hip. The next series of instructions is met with a blank expression for a moment as she processed that. "I... have no idea why you'd want me to do that, but I do confess I have little data about the customs on your homeworld," Ferham was however approaching Peridot from behind, as she could see in the mirror, heels clicking.      "However, favorite quality? it would have to be this hair," Ferham purred and reached up, her fingers combing through that rather long set of green tresses of Peridot's, helping to comb it back as she dried her hair off. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     This gave Peridot some pause. She hadn't out-right refused the order, but she hadn't complied either. This put Peridot a little on edge. Was her reprogramming not complete? Did Ferhams security systems somehow bypass Peridot's modifications? If she could chose to not comply with this order, would she not comply with a more serious order? Peridot couldn't let this slip by. She didn't know what Ferham was capable of, if she broke free of the chains Peridot had put around her.     Peridot had to know in no uncertain terms she was still safe. She turned and looked at her. "Do the other things first." She squinted. "And no back talk. Then you may resume." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, if you insist," Ferham sounded only mildly annoyed, stepping back from Peridot's fluffy green hair to raise one knee, standing on one foot, looking like some kind of cocktail waitress ballarina as she spun around practically expertly on one of those green heels of hers. Then she jumped up and down exactly three times, the sound like a tapdancer jumping rope. "Well then, if you are quite satisfied," Ferham returned to the gem woman's side, peering at her. "You might want to use a shampoo and conditioner next time, just some advice," she winked. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot let out a small sigh. Good. She had been worried there for a moment. She turned her back to Ferham again and looked into the mirror. "The solution in the water cleans my hair far better than any earth-bound chemicals." She said with a tone of some disdain. "It's specifically enhanced to provide gem-bodies with the nutrients, oils and silkiness they need for flawless hair and skin. The humans may as well be bathing in creeks and rivers with salty animal fat.. or whatever it is soap is made of- compared to what I use."     She ran her fingers through her own hair then picks up her visor from the counter and begins polishing it. "Not to mention it will keep me clean for days to come, provided I don't overly expose myself to earths abundant supply of mud." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Understood," Peridot might feel the tips of Ferham's fingertips and nails as they casually brush down the very center of her back, around her spine--just gentle enough to give her a little shiver up it. "Well, maybe we can have some small talk later in your quarters once you've dried off, I think I'd like that," she nodded, smirking a little. She seemed a bit more in control or confident than she had been, though she was still heeding Peridot, mostly.      "Reminds me, next time we're at the citadel we should use one of the computers to get you a weapon fashioned maybe, I think a pair of swords would be fitting for you," two blades, like a preying mantis? Was it all the green? Hrm. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     She holds up her hand. "My fingers can form a blaster, when I am in a pickle. Though I prefer to put myself in situations where I don't need to use it." As the last bit of her hair was brushed out, Peridot went about the trying task of styling it back into its perfect tetrahedron. However she did so with practiced effort that made short work of her once wilted hair.     Once everything once done, closed her eyes for a moment. Her gem began to glow, and under her towel a bright line shone. She then removed her towel, to reveal that she had formed a fresh pair of clothes for herself. She then put her visor back over her face and walked over to he armored boots and legs. Dissappating her projected feet, she stepped into them one at a time.     "Leave me, for now. I will rest for the moment and then return to the command bridge." 
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3141/Undoing a spell

2016-05-14T21:42:11Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      It appeared that this time Ferham would be owing Jimmy a favor, as the burglary in the basement of that nightclub went bad, the femmebot wound up getting caught, and Jimmy had to strongarm a bouncer to get her out. The sight of her out of her armor might have been a reward enough already, though the do-gooder mage also had another issue to deal with--getting rid of the enchantment that had been placed on her. It would have been easy to take Fer by the arm and lead her out, more or less, away from that stage in the lounge area--and get her into his car to speed away with, there would be just mild resistance. A bit of screeching initially, followed by a sort of huffiness that she wasn't alloewd to finish her number before he came and made off with her, more or less. The femmebot was still wearing that strapless red sequin cocktail dress, split at the thigh, with what looked like sheer tan hosiery beneath and matching red sequin stiletto heels. Of course, Wen had never seen her out of her armor and in civvie sorts of clothes, either--so the sight of the dark shoulder-length hair framing that face and green eyes might make it hard for him to keep his eyes on the road. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      Jimmy keeps his eyes on the road, and in a rare moment, his eyes are actually revealed, though not without good reason. Even with an old car like this, the hexing effect will sometimes kick into action. Driving at night with sunglasses on is dangerous even when you don't have an inherently dangerous tendency to make technology backfire. The sunglasses rest securely in his front coat pocket, and his hands grip the steering wheel tightly.      There's no desire from the wizard to make conversation, his eyes locked forward with painfully obvious determination. The only sound in the cabin is the hum of the Bel-Air's archaic engine, ocassionally rumbling a little louder in response to more pressure on the pedal. This is the atmosphere of the drive home after an argument--although Jimmy's insistence on looking away from Ferham isn't because of anger. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Still a little huffy or standoffish as they moved down the road quickly, Ferham could be heard occasionally commenting or asking him a question from the passenger seat. "Where are we going? Where are you taking me--your car sounds like it's going to die," she crossed her arms over her front, still wearing those elbow-length red velvet dress gloves. She didn't seem to be furious with him, more like she was annoyed he had detained her from what she had been doing back at the club. Of course, at the same time her long black hair was pushed back both by the wind, (if the window was open, or top was down, whichever.) 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "We're going to my place. I need to undo whatever that trap did to you." Jimmy's normally so cool and relaxed, it's unusual to hear such gravity in his voice. "The car'll be fine. I take good care of it." It is rather well-maintained, all things considered. The upholstery of the seats is meticulously clean, the dashboard and the instruments looking fresh from the production floor. The car must be a labor of love for Jimmy, even more so considering the adverse effects of his ambient magic. Nothing but the most polished, most perfect appearance will do for Jimmy, which is why his behavior now is such a stark contrast--the veneer has worn off. He's actually worried. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The car interior, to Jimmy's credit, is noted as quite immaculately clean--for an automobile like this, anyway, so that's at least something Fer doesn't comment on. "Sounds like the combustion engine is being disrupted somehow--check the oil or maybe the fuel's been contaminated?" Fer peered over at Jimmy for a moment, before seeming to shrug. Huh, that sounded a good bit more like the regular Fer, so likely whatever the 'trap' did it wasn't entirely perfect, or at least seemed to not be all powerful. Leaning back, Fer sighed a little bit and crossed her legs, relaxing, the material of her stockings sliding together audibly. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "Something is," says Jimmy. For a moment, it seems like he's going to leave it at that. He shifts gears with a skilled hand. "Me." The lights on the horizon are unmistakable to any veteran of the Multiversal Americas. Los Angeles has quite the distinct skyline, especially at night. Like many of its other iterations, the city has a healthy respect for car culture, and the Bel-Air seems slightly less distinct here than in Urbania. "We're not far from my place. Ten minutes, tops." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "No idea how I'm even going to get back to the club before it closes, sigh..." she doesn't seem to be massively perturbed by much else, peering over at Jimmy after a moment. "You look like you've got something on your mind," she says, as if for lack of something else to say right now, there didn't seem to be much except the seemingly brooding and a bit upset young man in the seat beside her right now to keep her company, so what else was she to focus on? She didn't say anything else for the time being, though. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      Jimmy chuckles as the car enters the city proper, looking out of the driver side window rather than at Ferham. "Yeah, you're... not wrong." He shoots her a glance, then his eyes are back on the road as the car rounds a corner. "I didn't even..." The wizard huffs. "Shit, Fer. You could've been hurt." The Bel-Air comes to a slow stop at a red light, and Jimmy takes a moment to compose himself. "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're thinking. Just... trying to keep my mind on a solution." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I wasn't hurt," Ferham shook her head a little, pausing as she peered at the man a little, seeming confused. "That's... nice, but you sort of... took me from the club, I had a job to do there, you know," she frowned a little. "What are you so worried about anyway? you're in a car, we're going down the highway and there's a woman in it," she smiled a little, shrugging a bit. "You should relax a little, you'll blow a gasket..." her deep but feminine voice was a bit more apparent now since she hadn't been raising it to sing. "Where is your place, anyway?" she looked up a bit, peering around to see where they were. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "A beautiful woman," adds Jimmy with a little more relaxation. "But, you only think you want to do that job because of the trap you set off. With mental magic, even a little nudge can send someone into a very dark, dangerous place. It happens with good intentions and it'll damn sure happen with less noble ones. I've /seen/ it happen, and it's the reason there's a Law against it here. If you still wanna sing /after/ I undo it, I'll drive you there myself. But this happened to you on my watch and it's my responsibility to fix it. My place is just a few blocks from here." The light turns green and the car moves. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It's just kind of what I do, is that so wrong?" Ferham shook her head a little, apparently not agreeing with his version of reality, or the like. "Dark dangerous place, huh? what if I like dark, dangerous places?" she seemed to have composed herself rather comfortably now, and was more or less just letting Wen drive her wherever he pleased. Like he was her chauffer, or something. "I'm probably fired already," she waved his offer off, not seeming to really mind about that now. "Jeez, you act like everything is your fault or something, why is that?" 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "Nobody likes those places. They just say they do to justify being there all the time." The car pulls up to the curb and Jimmy puts it into park. "Everything is /not/ my fault," he says looking at Ferham without making eye contact. "Don't misunderstand me. Just because I'm one of the good guys doesn't mean I go for all that angst crap. I just try to do right by people I like, and sometimes, I can actually do that. Now, come on." He opens the door, getting out of the car, and opens Ferham's door for her, offering a hand to her. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "One of the good guys? you seem a little too distracted for someone like that," Fer said softly with a little grin and sits patiently while the man comes around to open the door for her. If she had been worried or upset before, she doesn't seem too much so now, in fact she seems rather the opposite, moreso comfortable and safe, as if she knows this person. Which... she does. When Jimmy opens the door on her side, Ferham is quick to take his hand in that red velvety glove and carefully slide herself out of the car, rising up to her full height slowly. She's still around 6'5" thanks to the heels she's got on, so once she's finally 'unfolded' from the car there might be just a bit of an intimidation factor there. But she seems pleasant enough in that lounge singer's outfit. She doesn't drop his hand right away either, actually holding onto it. "Well then, take me up to your place?" she asked, squeezing his hand a little with a grin. Seems as if whatever process of her brain is still working, a date is still a date, even if she had been pulled away from her job. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      Jimmy doesn't have a retort for Ferham's comment about distractions, and does his best to ignore it. It's not easy, when someone so cleanly points out a major flaw of yours, but it's even more difficult to ignore the pressing matter of Ferham's flirtatious advances. It's not that they'd be unwelcome in other circumstances, but... it's hard to tell what's her and what's the spell. It may be a small change, but the integration thereof seems expertly done. "Right."      Jimmy's place, or at least the exterior, looks like it's seen much better days. It's obvious the place is meant for those living on the cheap, but when Jimmy unlocks the door to his apartment and steps inside, that formerly obvious facet seems to be muddied a great deal. Taken piece-by-piece, the items and furniture inside are all found, bargained, or perhaps stolen, knowing Jimmy's proclivities. All at once, however, they combine to create an image that is at once palatial and charming. Nothing here is newer than the car outside, and yet all of it is painstakingly cared for. At cost, all of this would have fetched a fortune in its day, and while time has forsaken it all--from the posters of lounge singers to the outdated furniture--Jimmy has rescued it from the trash heap, through force of personality, cunning, or just plain thievery.      Ferham is led to what used to be a bedroom--it's very clearly a workshop now, and Jimmy very clearly won't be getting the security deposit back. The center of the floor bears what most would call a 'yin-yang.' "Step into the Diagram of the Supreme Ultimate, please." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Still smiling, Ferham allows herself to be led up to the man's apartment, though her hand in his probably wouldn't be let go, moreso she tucks his forearm under hers at least until they are through the door. When the sight and odor of the old furniture and state of the place hit Fer, however, she raises a brow. "Sort of imagined you could afford better than these things, don't you have some kind of... magical powers?" she asked, peering over at him, her stiletto heels clicking as she continued further into the flat, checking things out. "Huh, no wonder you kidnapped me," she gestures at the poster of the lounge singer on his wall, turning to face him with a bit of a cat-like, smug expression of amusement, somewhere around a smile. "Well, now that I'm here, what do you want me to do? play twister?" she peered at the floor, eyeing the symbol on it a bit dubiously as she toes the line around it, peering at him. "What're you going to do, then?" 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "I'm going to get that shit out of your head. This is long and meticulous work, so I need you on your best behavior, in the circle, standing still. When I'm finished, you can get as grabby as you want." He moves over to a refrigerator installed in the workshop and begins rummaging through it, thinking better of his last remark as he brushes aside a tub of some nebulous material. "Okay, maybe not. But just hang tight. And get in the circle. Please." The first thing that needs to be done is to... see what exactly's been done to her. And since there are only two ways to do that, one of which is opening her mind up and having a peek, Jimmy opts for the other way--the Sight. Wen concentrates, opening the metaphorical Third Eye and peering intensely at Ferham. To the femmebot, it just looks like he's staring, but the wizard, for those few moments, receives a sensory overload, sensing everything--what was, what is, what might be--in all forms. Vision, sound, smells, memories, emotions. It's difficult to focus entirely on Ferham, because this place has so much history itself. For a few seconds, he manages, then shuts his third eye, shaking his head. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Do robots have souls? Do Reploids, for that matter--whether this question was answered in a way Wen might have liked when he focused himself and tried to look into her mind... or her soul, well, he found /something/. Background radiation, or some other way to explain it. But there was pain.      "I couldn't save you..." a gloved hand resembling hers reaches up for something she cannot possibly grasp in the distance, the forms indistinct--there is heavy damage to her, somehow he can sense that--a great pain physically and emotionally--thanks to her kind possessing the emotions of a human.      There is a great resentment, and anger, bitterness and soon she was fighting a new fight, somewhere else--patchwork? The Multiverse. Vague images of a lab-coated man, presumably some kind of doctor, assisting her, her head in some kind of vise--and where did she go after that? Wings, wide and long and somehow darker than before, though they still gave the impression of her, of red.      What does she want to do?      Stop them. Protect. Make sure it never happens again.      The kaleidoscope of pain, ozone hatred and resentment seem to lead to something else, the inward journey bringing itself to some kind of steely resolve.      "What, you want me to just... stand on this?" Ferham moves finally to take her place on the symbol that he instructed her to move onto, heels clicking. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "Yep," answers Jimmy, rubbing his temple slightly. Okay, so, lots of information to sift through, but... "Think I found where the problem is." He opens the fridge again and pulls out the tub of material he brushed aside earlier. Reaching on top of the fridge, he grabs a paint brush and dips it into the tub. As it so happens, the stuff in the tub is some kind of perpetually damp mud, which he uses to paint trigrams around the outside of the circle once Ferham is inside. Once eight of them have been placed, he suffuses his will into the circle. There's a slight charge in the air around Ferham, just for a moment, just faint enough to make hair on the back of one's neck stand up.      Jimmy reaches into a tupperware bin full of little action figures and pulls out a doll. By no means is it a perfect match for Ferham, but the hair is the same color and the same approximate length. It's a fitting symbol for her as she's supposed to be. Gripping the doll tightly, he begins pouring will into the spell, imagining Ferham as he knows her, and as she was. He keeps coming back to that resolve, weaving in one idea: freedom. In his mind, he imagines doors unlocking, chains being broken, walls being torn down--all to free Ferham from her imprisonment at the hands of this enchantment. He is silent for several minutes, then opens his eyes and paints a symbol using the mud on a blank sheet of notebook paper. It's Chinese, of course--the symbol for 'gu' which means poison, or, in this case, sorcery meant to harm others. Throughout the drawing his breathing is controlled and steady, then with an arcane gesture, after finishing the symbol, he tears the paper.      He scuffs out the trigrams and releases the threshold. The moment he does, that same feeling of freedom rushes over the femmebot, an immense sense of relief from some kind of burden. The memory of her actions before doesn't fade, but now she is free--free to take actions of her own accord, without the yoke of the enchantment. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "What, do you have some kind of hidden camera in here?" Ferham continues, oblivious to the memories and feelings he's just gotten a very unpleasant experience of, up close and personal style. "Just lemme know where it is," she grins and begins making a few poses inside the circle on the floor, since that's where he asked her to stand after all--mainly cheesecake: one knee bent, arms folded behind her head, the next is more saucy with her blowing a kiss, hand on one knee as she stands bent over a fair bit, coquettish in a way. It isn't until he reveals the strange sort of doll does she come out of this sort of horseplay, blinking a little. "Did you have that made to look like me, or something--"      She's stunned for a few moments as the spell she was under was lifted, figuratively, and literally. No outward change in her appearance or anything is noted, a bit... unfortunately for her, though the outfit is the least of her worries, at the moment.      "Oh my... god, Jimmy, I'm so sorry," she stands up straight, looking at him now, quite a bit soberly. "You got hurt, are you okay? is there anything I can do?" while it's not the lounge singer anymore at the wheels, the sudden surprise and concern might seem a little... strange for her, perhaps. Maybe he had a bit of a hint now that he'd been inside her head? 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "It's alright, Fer. Looks worse than it is. Besides, I had to get you out of there. I didn't know what they were gonna do to you after you finished singing." He makes the rounds, putting everything away and packing up what he took out for the spell. When he turns from the fridge, he does so just as Ferham looks at him. For a moment, their eyes meet, and that's all it takes for the Soulgaze to begin. Jimmy sees much the same as he saw, only magnified, personalized, and focused solely on Ferham and who she is.      Ferham... sees a scene of her own play out. The misty mountains of some faraway land. Atop a distant peak stands a woman, arms crossed in disapproval, perfectly poised, a picture of mastery. Her charge, none other than Jimmy, wears the clothes of a scholar of Qing dynasty China--but as he attempts to scale the mountain, he is weighed down. Strapped to his back is a chest of gold, and his waist carries a heavy-looking saber dripping with blood. Numerous shiny baubles dot his person, but in his ascent of the mountain he seems unable--no, unwilling to let go of them. He struggles, gaining some ground, but never as much as he could if he'd let go of his weapons or his valuables. Even so, his fingertips are stained with blood from the effort. In the distance, the sole master watches coldly, and turns her back on him.      The vision ends. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Bringing her left hand up, she begins to slip the gloves off, tossing them aside. They're velvet, and not exactly so great for doing work or holding onto stuff--which she's trying to do now as she attends to Jimmy. "Don't talk, let me get something anti-septic for your face, and I should check your eyes to see if there's been any sort of concussion," of course, when she does meet his eyes, she gets a little trip of her own into his head. She recoils from it, staggering back, the heels not helping regain her balance, among other things.      "Ugh, what was that?" she steadies herself finally, looking around, distractedly--she tries to find something like alcohol, either from stiff booze or from whatever he has for a bathroom and some paper towels before coming back. "Did you see it too?" she asks after a few moments, looking at him. "You were... overloaded by trinkets and a bloody sword, you were trying to climb a mountain," Ferham then perhaps realizes she saw something from his past, or from his heritage--it was easy to forget Jimmy was asian after all, what with the car he drove and the clothes he wore and his apartment looking like what it did. The yin-yang symbol she'd been standing on was one of the few reminders. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "That was a Soulgaze," he says, feeling like he's closed the door after the horses left the stable. "It happens when a wizard makes eye contact with another living thing with a soul. Both people see who the other person is--so what you saw was who I am, at my core. I... generally wear the sunglasses to keep that from happening to people. Sorry, Ferham." 
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3309/A Peachy meeting

2016-05-14T21:22:45Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The day after the night of ghouls and ghosties, Ferham has apparently decided to drag Yari back to the mushroom kingdom--not to bring her to justice exactly, but moreso to have her apologize for the shenanigans she pulled the other day. Especially after the lovely dinner outing that Fer had been invited to the other night. Thus, she's leading the Au'Ra ninja through the large square with the big yellow starman done in tile towards the gates of the castle, asking to be admitted to see Princes Peach, more or less. "We have come to delegate with Princess Peach as well as to ask for her forgiveness for the... unpleasantness the other evening, to make amends, right, Yari dear?" Fer nudges Takane in the side with her shoulder, gently. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' There's a rather indignant Yari that follows! The blonde has quite a few bandages on her, but otherwise seems to be recovering just fine. She's dressed in a pair of dress pants and a business blouse, as if Ferham had just yanked her out of some kind of meeting. She's fixing her tie and frowning a bit. "...Something like that." Huff. She doesn't seem convinced of the idea, but there's nevertheless some guilt in her features. Likely over her daughter's semi-involvement and the necessity, if nothing else. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' The guards at the castle gate eye Yari suspiciously, but they nod to Fer, since the reploid had previously apologized for what had happened and proved to be pleasant company. They open the door and allow the two inside. Peach is ahead in the throne room, dressed like she's ready to attend a royal ball or something of the sort. Bright pink flowing gown with ornate lace and golden accents along the trim, decorative darker pink panniers, a pair of white gloves, sapphire broach and earrings, and of course her crown. Matching high heels were mostly hidden under the dress. She looks up as Yari and Ferham enter putting away a piece of paper she had been reading, seeming a bit surprised to see the pair. "What a surprise. If I keep seeing the two of you and Ebon this often I'll start wondering if you moved into town. What brings you both today?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Thank you for allowing us in, Princess Peach," Fer is quick to give the royalty a kneel and bows her head, before rising again. She likely motions for Yari to do the same. "I am grateful for this chance to allow my friend here to apologize and perhaps demonstrate she's not just some common thief, right Yari dear?" Fer grins as she pats the Au'Ra on the back a little, giving her a little 'push' in the right direction, so to speak.      "As for yourself, you're looking quite lovely today, Princess Peach," the Reploid is apparently not going to slouch on the good manners and compliments department today, either. "Actually I was curious if you might help assist Yari with more... becoming manners of a female, even, if you would?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' She was ready for suspicion, but the almost warm manner of Peach has Yari similarly surprised. The woman sighs. Snapping a sharp salute to the monarch, she looks to Ferham, and then she's pushed forward. "I am not a...nnn." Alright, so it looks like she is. A deep breath. "I had my orders." A shake of the head, and then begrudgingly, she kneels. "But I apologize for involving yourself and your men in the affair." That bit, at least, was sincere. She'd hoped to get in and get out without anyone being hurt. "I can't say I won't make attempts again, but I will be far more careful and willing to negotiate. Though if there's diplomacy attempts being made, I of course won't jeaopardize those." It might just be about all she can promise. Then she stands up, turns around, and peers at Ferham. "...Manners of a female? What are you talking about?" Poor lizard seems utterly confused. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach nods to Yari. "I accept your apology, and would be happy to engage in diplomatic negotiations in the future. Much better than fighting over things." She replys with a warm, polite tone and a friendly smile. But that quickly turns to confusion for her als well when Ferham's request comes. "You want me to assist her with female manners? You mean... you want me to help her be more ladylike or something to that end?" She looks to Yari. "Is that something you would want?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Of course, we would not intend to harm such a peaceful and civil kingdom such as yours, Yari here is actually usually one of our less violent members, as well--usually," Ferham corrects herself a little bit there, before nodding to Peach's question. "That's correct, isn't it Yari?" Fer's hand on Yari's back reached down subtly to where Yari's tail was, out of the view of Peach. There would be a bit of a pressure on it to hint that Yari better ought to say yes and go along with this.      "You see, Yari comes from an order of ninjas, has for a very long time, as I understand it, so you'd be the best candidate to help her with a little... direction on how to be more presentable, and pleasant--a sort of makeover, if you will," Ferham nodded with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Here, at least, Yari knows what to do. She snaps another hard salute. "Your leniance is appreciated, Ma'am!" Comes the lizardess, back to full-on military efficiency mode. Her features scrunch up at the tail squeeze! "A...ah! Y...Yes Ma'am. I see little point in unnecessary bloodshed." And it's true enough. Very rarely does she engage in wanton violence, hers far more reserved for very specific targets. It's a point of pride. "...My manners are completely..." Pause. Blink. She finally gels onto Ferham's way of thinking. It could be useful, actually. "I wouldn't mind that at all." Perhaps less resistance than expected? Her tail flicks, and she seems a bit excited over the idea. "I'm not particularly used to western customs, especially in noble courts. Military camps and ninja training don't particularly lead you to circles like that." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach nods as she stands and walks closer to Fer and Yari. "Hmm, well, I suppose I can do that. Some of that ninja training may actually work as a foundation. You might say that a female ninja like Yari was graceful, moving with elegant precision, and having an aura of confidence. These are important. But you must look the part also. Please, follow me. And Fer, did you want to join in on this or are you just staying around for moral support?" She asks while making her down the hall and to some stairs leading to the upper level of the castle. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I figured you'd see things my way, Yari," Ferham smiles a little and lets her tail go, FOR NOW. "Why Princess Peach, I wouldn't mind at all," Ferham nods back to the matriarch, motioning for Yari to come along with her and the Princess. "I am always willing to receive instruction and advice from someone more... knowledgeable than me in a field," she grins a bit like the Cheshire cat at Yari before beginning to usher the ninja girl along with her, her heeled boots click-clacking against the floor of the palace.      "I have to say againt his is a quite lovely structure, Princess, it is very befitting," the mushroom and starman decor apparently had it's charm! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari stands a smidge taller at the 'grace and precision' bit. Her tail sways a bit more, even as she tries to keep herself looking like a stoic ninja-soldier. It's not going too well. "Wh...what should you look like?" A glance to Ferham, a frown, and even a /pout/. It's the look of someone utterly defeated against a superior foe. A foe of dressing! A foe that's ushering her along with entirely too much smiling! "...This is my punishment, isn't it?" She offers to Ferham. Big lizard eyes as she submits to royal and reploid authority! 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach continues on, leading them down a short hall, past a few doors, one of which actually led to her royal chambers. A peek inside would show a room every bit as grand, regal, and pink as Peach herself. The room they do enter is a bit smaller, mostly due to there being a few small rooms off to the side and an enormous walk-in closet. Already waiting for them were Peach's personal tailor Glam R., and her assistants. "Well, you should look beautiful, dignified, confident. But you should wear something that really speaks to your own sense of style. I wouldn't want to doll you up in something you hate." 
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3978/Visiting Hours

2016-05-14T21:18:52Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     It may or may not be reassuring that Taro is usually taken to the same private room (Saint Diego's Ward, middle floor, end of the hall) every time he's admitted. It does make it easier to locate him, at least.     Zarenna has already been here to receive on the job training in advanced reploid repairs, which means he has two working hands again. Neither of which he's using just now aside from achonring the blanket covering him. As recommended, he's resting quietly in his podbed between installation of his new components and the nanites to finish up the integrations. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham walks right into the hospital, in full armor--not apparently minding that there are a lot of civvies around and likely security posted here and there. They were a smart thing to have in hospitals, after all. Her high heeled boots click-clack against the floor as she moves, a serious expression fixed on her beautiful face as she moves. Soon she's at the ward where Taro is currently likely still being held--err, sorry 'resting'.      "I can't say I was too surprised when I'd heard you'd had your arm cut off again, you'd think by now you'd take spares out with you," Fer grinned a little, stopping at the door and raising one of her bird-talon gloved hands up to him in a wave, smiling. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The full armor does get some uneasy glances from the orderlies, but since Ferham is on the list of cleared visitors, no one attempts to stop her.     The grin goes unreturned as usual, though Taro does give Ferham a deep nod in greeting when she appears in the doorway. "That would be more trouble than it's worth. Field repairs never hold up as well as a proper one." Deadpan, surely she can tell he isn't being entirely serious with those remarks. "You may come in." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, I meant more a drone that could possibly be slipped on over your 'stump'--pardon the choice of words--in case of future possible... err, un-handings," Ferham smiled. The joke apparently never seem to get old, as it were. Once she's bidden to enter Ferham does, moving to sit close to where Taro's repair pod was, crossing her legs as she sits back against a nearby bit of machinery. "So, you weren't in danger this time, were you? Well, nothing /too/ serious, I'd hope," she asked, leaning back against the bed sideways as she tilts her wings up and back to rest over it. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "I have suffered far worse," Taro says. Whether that sounds as reassuring as he means it to be...well, that depends on Ferham. He makes a small and somewhat stiff negating gesutre with his freshly repaired hands. "And no, I do not think I was in any serious danger. Which is not to say that any Assassin should be taken lightly, only that I was not her intended target or objective." A pause. "I hope I haven't worried you too much with this." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "So just business as usual in the church of Shodan, eh?" Ferham nodded a little, resting her gloved hands on her crossed legs. "Assassin, eh? hmm, so you were targeted by a real one? as in a professional elite?" she tilted her head, seeming curious at that. "I'm always worried when I hear you've been injured or damaged, Taro-honey," she shakes her head a little, as if forgetting herself. "I'm sorry, parishioner Daisho," she sighed a bit, apparently forgetting her company. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     If any of his fellow priests had been within hearing distance, there may have been a sputtering fit. But Taro only makes a quietly amused sound, "My proper form of address is Your Eminence. But since you are not of the Church..." He gives a small, graceful shrug to show he does not particulary worry about her showing formalities. "Yes. It's not my first encounter with that partcular band, though it's been some time since we've crossed paths..." His gaze grows distant for a moment. "Not since the funeral of Haytham Kenway, if I recall."     Then, her refocuses on the here and now. "Rest assured that I will make a full recovery. Although this was the first time Zarenna has made repairs to me, I believe she handled them quite well, and I would like to think she learned something from the experience." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I see, looks like I have some organics hands to break," Ferham cracks her own knuckles as she thinks over these... 'assassins', it would take some time to dig up information on such a group, likely. "Hmm, one of the shinki operators? I wonder if they're able to handle the reploid body perfectly," Fer peered over at Taro, and his newly repaired limbs. "If you notice any phantom sensations or strange pain, let me know, I'll make sure you get proper repairs," she nodded. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "She is a roboticist," Taro assures, "A promising one at that, with an attitude favorable to our kind. Else I wouldn't have collaberated with her on creating Harriet, nor would I have given her the chance to handle my own repairs." He idly flexes the fingers of his right hand. "For a first attempt at schematics she hadn't studied, I believe she performed admirably." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, that's good--I don't know what I'd do if your parts malfunctioned or something were to happen to you, Taro," Ferham got up from her seat against the bed, making sure not to knock things over with them in the process--and stepped closer to his pod. "You understand? I'll be around if you need me, and do let me know if you find out anything about this group you had a brush with," Ferham reached over and tapped a black-gloved hand against the man's repair pod, as if reassuringly. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "I will be fine," Taro assures again as he looks up at her. "I know you worry, especially since I am not as well suited to combat as you. But all life is risk, and I am willing to make calculated ones to reach for my goals." He extends his hand - it's ungloved for once - as if to show her that he is in fact on the mend.     "As for the Assassins," he continues, "they had been a thorn in the Confederacy's side previously. However, it seems that their interests and ours have not coincided much in the past year, or at least they haven't made any concerted efforts to attack our interests directly." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "You shouldn't have to put yourself at risk, that's for models like me," Ferham shrugged. "Either way, I'm glad you're safe," she reachs over to take his hand and grasps it a little gently, before shaking it. "I do pray for your safety in my own way, and hope you are well, when they let you out of here, I'll swing by your lab and we can relax a little, alright?" she smiled down at him again and released his hand, before stepping back. "I have some informants I need to find, I'll see you later, okay Taro?" she asks, stopping at the door while looking over her shoulder, back at him. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro gives a quiet sigh, but he does not argue the matter further. For now at least. "Provided I behave myself, which I intend to, I should be released in the morning." He in turn grasps her hand - see, it does in fact work! - and then lets it go. "All right. Be careful yourself, and may you find what you seek." 
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4039/Rediscovering a lost gem

2016-05-14T21:15:47Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' Systems. Wiring. Machinery. Peridot had created a little nest of technology for herself in the underground system of Malibu. Oddly enough she wasn't the only one in hiding down here. It was a homeless commune. A series of lost humans with ragged clothes, all their posession in the world on their back and Peridot was no different. Save for the green skin.     She had carved out a secluded section away from the other humans and had scrawled warnings written on cardboard paper along the dark twisted corridor that led to her makeshift home. "Stay Away!" "Get Out!" "Leave or be shattered!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had been wondering where Peridot had gone to. It had taken a lot of question-asking, bribes and some roughing up to get information on where she could find this strange green-skinned girl--but apparently as she descended the manhole cover into the dark, it seemed to have paid off. The humans that were crowded down here might have been somewhat alarmed by Ferham's presence--the gems set into her armor here and there glowing in the darkness as she walked on by--not paying the homeless any mind.      Ferham's black gloved, clawed hand made a nails on chalkboard-esque screech as Fer slide it across the wall where the scrawled warnings were set up on the cardboard. She was peering ahead into the darkness dispassionately as she rounded the corner, her heeled boots clunking against the floor. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' As she rounds up closer onto Peridot's nest, the signs and markings of the gems presence increased. There were discarded circuit boards, fragments of scavanged goods, hairdryers, old tv sets- all sorts of abandoned human tech collected together in massive piles, some were gutted for their components while others seemingly remained whole, organized almost into different piles.     Soon Ferham can hear the signs of life. Sparks illuminated the dark corridor, obscured by the piles of junk. Ferham can even hear the mumbling ramblings of a familiar voice. Albeit it was too soft to hear what she was actually saying. Little surprise, but she appeared to be annoyed about something she was working on.     From here Ferham can choose to be stealthy and attempt to get closer, or continue as she is and likely be heard approaching by the green gem before she can reach her. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      It had seemed that Peridot had been pretty busy down here all by themselves. Her boots pushed debris of old electronics and circuitry out of the way--humans would discard an appliance after it blew a fuse, not understanding how to replace it and repair it, after all--it proved to be good for scavenging. Ferham wasn't making any real attempt to be quiet, but then she knew Peridot was somewhat easily distracted--her heeled boots would click-clack right up behind them, or at least within about 5-feet or so.      "Peridot?" she'd ask, raising a hand as she looked down at the apparently now much smaller gem species girl. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' Peridot grumbled as she was head first plunged into the interior of an ancient but massive crt tv. A good find though she had a difficult time lugging it down here. At hear the boots click clack in her 'zone' Peridot suddenly shut up and held her breath. Her brows furrowed as she grabbed her old limb-enhancer arm model, which she had re-fashioned into a handgun she could hold rather than fitting on her arm.     She suddenly raised herself, obscured in the shadows of her junk piles, only her eyes and her green gem visible against the dark and she raised and pointed her gun.          "I know some of you nimrods can't read, but you have 3 seconds to remove yourself from-" She blinked as she realized who it was. "Ferham?" She asked, lowering her gun a little as the furrowed brow of irritation gave way to one of concern.     Peridot froze still, seemingly transfixed in time. She had not run into a single fed since she had betrayed them. She was suddenly unsure of Ferhams intentions, or the feds policy on betrayal. Probably not one that would end well for her, but she was also unsure about Ferhams state of mind. Finally she breaks the tense silence. "H-hey." She says uneasily. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "When I saw the ship gone and hadn't heard from you since you were... bubbled, I was not sure what was going on," Ferham's green eyes seemed luminescent in the dark, as well as the crystals set into her armor here and there, peering down at the small gem girl.      "I... take it you haven't been back because you don't want to, I wasn't even sure if you were alive or not for a time there," Ferham walked around the room, peering at things here and there, noting the weapon that had been trained on her.      "Is there any reason why you hadn't come back? I heard Jasper has been gone for a while--I noticed the abrupt lack of her trying to exert her dominance on me," Ferham grins, clearly the dynamics between the two had been... special, to say the least. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' Peridot sets her gun back into a holster on her hips. She had amended her outfit to include a green cloak, something she could hide various things under. At Ferham's summation of what had occurred, Peridot climbed down from her junk pile.     "Jasper is... gone." She started, rubbing the back of her neck. She tried to hurt someone and I didn't let her."     "A gem of my station simply can't do that to a Jasper. Or, even a member of the federation. So, I was forced to flee and cut my ties." She looks back to Ferham. "I apologize for not informing you... but truth be told I haven't told anyone else either. I only just told Toph about my location."     "Which I suppose is how you found me. As i've been more out in the sunlight than I have been in the past." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I see," Ferham had looked off into the gloom, eyes scanning it as she listened. She craned her head down to look at Peridot when she mentioned Toph, though. "Huh, I see, so you left," she walked a little closer and knelt down, shaking her head. "No, I haven't spoken to the earthbender, I tracked you down because I wanted to see how you were," she tilted her head a little, looking at Peridot. "I guess you had a change of heart from before, no more stepping on poor drones or trying to manipulate people, hmm?" she asked, watching Peridot with hawk-like eyes as she knelt there. "I suppose you had to learn that lesson the hard way, like I did," she sighed a little. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' Peridot coughed. "I was merely acting as logic dictated me to. Jasper was behaving irrationally and endangering my plan." She seemed reluctant, even now to admit to having rather 'un-gem like' qualities such as compassion or empathy. "However I made a rather hasty decision to poof and bubble her. Which... inherently was not logical as it did more damage to my mission than she ever did."     Peridot looks down and to the side. "And it gets worse. I also restablished contact with my home planet... I sort of called my supreme leader a clod when my appeal to logic failed once more." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Jasper was nearly uncontrollable, I can't exactly fault you for wanting to render her harmless--and your homeworld has turned aggressive towards you?" Ferham tch'd at that, shaking her head a little. "Well, I won't tell anyone I saw you, if that's what you're worried about, though I will say I'm going to miss having you with us," Ferham might reach out to try and put her gloved hand on the small gem girl's hand or arm, at this point.      "What happened to your... gloves, and boots?" she clearly has noticed the size difference so far, as well. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' "Destroyed." Peridot answered and doesn't shrink away or flinch at being touched on the shoulder. "Jasper tore them up when my initial appeal was ineffective. I managed to salvage and repair one of my arms into a blaster, but..."     "I will make another pair eventually. For the moment I have been focused on staying off the grid and in hiding. I think it's only a matter of time before the Gem Empire joins the Confederation."     "The planet is no doubt already teeming with hunter-killer drones looking to wipe my precious grin off the face of the planet. Though I have taken many steps to lead them astray." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, if you're no longer with the feds then they shouldn't be able to come after you, least not right now, and like I said, I didn't see you," she blinked when Peridot started her paranoid babbling about HK drones. "I... I'm not sure about that, but I'll do my best to see that no harm comes to you," she stood up again, looking around the room.      "For the meantime, though--I think your current habitat is a little... lacking, we need to get you some new arms and legs, too--unless you like being that short," she turns back to looking down at Peridot, smiling a little. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' Peridot looks over her form. "I will make new limb enhancers... non-gem tech is just so archaic, not at all designed to integrate with my hard-light form." Her lips pursed.     Peridot then looked around her nest. "Though I am surrounded by the filth of humanity, it's the last sort of place a HK drone, or Yellow Diamond would think to look for me in such close proximity to humans."     "They keep their distance and I have devised several non-fatal means of keeping even the most bold of them at bay." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Hard light, similar to a hard-light hologram, I take it," Ferham thought about it a bit, before looking back at the corner and corridor behind them. "Can't say I can vouch for the cleanliness of it, or the safety, but if this is where you want to operate," Ferham looked back at Peridot. "And what sort of methods have you developed? Are you setting human traps down here?" she grinned a little, looking around the chamber to see if she could spot anything.      "I suppose waving that gun of yours around once in a while is effective in it's own way," she folded her arms. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' "I set many human traps." Peridot acknowledges with a serious tone. That appears to be what she actually called them. "Though they are disabled when I am present to protect my location myself. Mostly they are just flashy lights and loud noises. I have found this is sufficient to scare off most animals and humans and deters further exploration." She concludes clinically.     "And yes, should I find myself in genuine trouble... my arm blaster is more than enough to handle the average being. And I have carefully avoided the more super powerful sorts."     "I don't believe the Confederacy is fully aware of my treachery, which works to my favor but I am sure it will come to light soon." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Hmm, we might need to get you a more stable location at some point, if you're willing to move out of here," she sighed a little, looking back at Peridot. "I'm worried about you down here by yourself, to be honest," she went from having turned around to look at the room and then nodded to Peridot.      "Honestly? We're a lot more tight-knit than the Union, we'll notice you're missing, but I am not sure there'll be a lot of push to come looking for you," she makes a 'no' motion with her chin. "I'm not, and I know others are not necessarily going to be out hunting for you, I'm not sure if your homeworld will, either." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' Peridot adopts a far away stare. "... You don't know my home planet at all." She said, and squints looking to Ferham. "I've become public enemy number one for my actions." She presses the palm of her hand into her face. "I've become the face of anarchy and rebellion. The Diamonds want me dead and they putting forth an immense amount of resources to see it happen." "As for the confederacy. It appears to hold some lunatics in it's ranks and I am playing it safe for now." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Some lunatics probably, yes... We'll... have to talk about this later," Ferham shook her head. She turned and moved towards the corner of the corridor and gave Peridot a bit of a wave. "I'll keep in touch, okay? I hope you don't worry about me knowing where you are, I won't use the information," Ferham turned and looked back at Peridot one last time before she left, giving her a bit of a wave again.      "Stay safe, alright?" she said, before she disappeared around the corner. 
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4099/A Hunting We Will Go

2016-05-14T20:07:46Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Welcome to the toxic hellhole that is The Corrosive Brines. A dumping grounds for all manner of chemicals and other sludge, it's a living testimony that life /will/ find a way even in severe conditions. It's a dangerous area, and not just because of the chemicals that abound. The flora and fauna have adapted to survive, most of which are either immune to the poisonous sludge, or are toxic themselves. Thus, for a ninja like Yari, it's a playground of murderous possibilities. Currently, dressed in the leathers of a Confederate soldier (with some long waders on, just in case she takes a tumble below!), she's standing on a particular massive root that's broken the marsh's surface. There's thousands of them, being the only respite from the deadly stuff below. Binocular's in hand, she's staring off in the distance. She's sent her comrades some coordinates, though it might take a while for them to get here. This place does /hell/ on communications and other electronic equipment. Thankfully she's using magitek. Her tail flicks out, and a mosquito falls. A five foot tall mosquito with a kunai between the eyes. This place is /hell/. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Luckily for Sanary, she's... Not really dressed for hell at all. The opposite, in fact: She's in some rather fuzzy-looking winter gear, a white and blue mix of padded armor that's practically got her covered from head to toe. At least it'll keep her protected from the corrosovie liquids that are sure to be seeping through the area!      She'll just have to grin and bear the sweating. Arriving at the coordinates about a minute after the designated time, the healer shows up with only her trusty gunaxe and a single riot shield on her person. Spotting the familiar ninja and that giant mosquito not too far from her, Sanary takes a moment to make sure she's not stepping on any sort of poisonous biological land mine before stepping towards her with a firm salute.      "Ensign. Haven't been waiting long, have you?" She sounds formal enough, although the grin crossing her face might be throwing said formality off just a bit. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had prepared especially for this sort of trip--a coating has been sprayed over her armor and various other areas to avoid any possibly toxic materials from getting stuck to her, and those that are around her often will notice there's something else subtly different? Hrm, is that undersuit of her's looking more reflective or skintight than usual? Wasn't it usually just a sort of black spandex? It's quite possible the femmebot is wearing something a bit more... water-resistant beneath her regular armor tonight for this excursion.      Either way, she's using her grav-drives liberally to avoid actually having to wade through things when not necessary, her wings fanned out as she sticks near to Sanary. She is kind of her boss, or superior now, after all~ 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' As Sanary arrives, Yari can't help but return the greeting after looking her up and down. A slightly odd choice of attire for the venue, but the armor will help. They're good to need it. The ninja steps into a sharp salute, formal and proper for a military woman! She is, in fact, smiling warmly and her eyes are shining just a bit. "You made it here faster than I expected, Captain Rondel. I'm glad you could join me." Ahem! Yari then offers over the binoculars, and points off into the distance. A duo of vines snake off in the direction she points in from the one the pair are standing on, sometimes dipping into the sludge, sometimes not. More of those massive mosquitos buzz about between the area she points out, hovering along the vines in search of prey. Sometimes, the sludge seems to /move/. Eventually, the two vines converge in a circular island formed from several massive lillypads. One can almost make out what looks like some form of clover-like plant, only radiating green amidst the dark sludge of the marsh. And right behind it? The grey form of a hydra, the eight headed creature currently chewing on what might have once been some kind of wolf adapted to the territory. Bones surround it. Some even look human. "That's our target. I'm not very good against large creatures like that, so I thought you and Miss Ferham would be an excellent help. If you two can distract the hydra while I gather the plants, I can get enough to start my own garden of them. Make a poison powerful enough to kill an Exalted." She might be exaggerating. Maybe not. Speaking of! "Miss Ferham! Thank you for joining us. Nnn. Good choice of attire, Ma'am." She turns to the other two. "Ready?" If they are, Yari will take point for once! The first part of the run along the vines is mostly uneventful. The ninja will toss a few kunai at those ravenous mosquitos! But as they get a third towards the hydra and the lillypad, something sloshes in the gunk below! A long, spiked pair of tentacles arise from the swamp, trying to lash out at Yari and Sanary! The ninja does a backflip, barely avoiding the initial strike, but a third tentacle manages to grab that scaley tail! It's starting to try to drag her under, even as she starts to hack at it with her sword! Up above, a trio of those mosquitos try to buzz down, and stick their suckers into poor Ferham! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Letting out a half whistle, Sanary's already starting to prep her magical energies into forming... Bricks? Gray, magical bricks with the durability and strength of steel! Rather quickly, even, considering how it used to take her several seconds just to get one formed up.      "Doesn't look too... Uh. That's a lot of heads on that thing." The healer narrows her eye slightly at the hydra as she looks it over, turning to Yari and Ferham a few moments later. Yari looks like she can probably take a hit, and she's seen Ferham enough times in combat to know that she's just as well-equipped for it as well, although...      "You two sure you're gonna be okay if that thing bites you? Eh, well. We wouldn't be in this work if we couldn't..." Chuckling lightly to herself, she turns back to the hydra before letting those bricks fan out above her in a haphazard formation of... Okay, they're just floating around randomly.      "Ready." And the mission begins! Sanary's fairly conservative with those bricks at the start, relying more on her gunaxe to fire freezing ice blasts at the oversized bugs. When those tentacles come out from the swamp, she switches to... Using the same exact gunaxe, but to hack away at the swampy tendril and even swinging her riot shield at it a few times for good measure!      The bricks, meanwhile, continue looming like a cloud of... Bricks. It's hard to really think of them as anything else. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Indeed, we must give the captain our credit and respect for joining us so quickly," to Ferham's credit, she was good about giving respectto her superiors. "Not sure if this sealant will work, better just go lighter unless I want to get everything all mired with poison muck," Ferham flashed her heavy armor off, leaving just her wings and helmet attached to her, while keaping the skin-tight black latex 'protective' suit she'd worn underneath. She still had her whip out and at the ready, she was being careful.      "I'm ready when you are, Captain, Yari," she nodded her head gently. She's surprised when the thing bursts up from the waters below, slashing at it's reaching fronds with her electromag whip and trying to hover out of it's reach! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Bricks!? Yari glances back and her tail gains a sway as she runs! "You've been practicing." The approval in her voice is clear. "If it catches me in its jaws, I'll be a snack. I won't let it catch me." Comes Yari confidently. Thankfully ice is /very/ effective against these things, and they go down without a hitch. But those tentacles are a bit harder to deal with! Sanary's first series of hard hacks cause horible goop to splatter everywhere. It stinks, and it clings. Worse still, it's corrosive! Two eyes peek from below the goop, but just as Sanary swings that shield! WHACK! The tentacles around Yari and Sanary let go! Yari helpfully makes a few handseals, and sends a ball of flame straight into the creature. It's flash-fried instantly, the creature dying from the combined attentions of Axe and Ninja Burning. There's the sound of Yari swallowing as she smartly plugs her nose. Broiled swamp creature smells /nasty/! But there's a second creature, that takes poor Ferham by surprise! That whip knocks away a duo of tentacles, but then four more start to lash out for Ferham, trying to wrap her up in a cocoon of the stinking things! Thankfully, Yari refrains from using fire this time. She leaps for the writhing things, sword out, spinning in the air as she hammers sword-slices and hard kicks into the tentacle mass! A few of them start to fall off. Meanwhile, the chewing Hydra is starting to take notice. It lumbers to its four feet, eight heads peering at the Feds currently dealing with tentacular troubles! The creature's stomach audibly rumbles from there! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary's feeling /much/ better about her choice of armor now. Sure, her heavier green armor would be able to weather blows better, but with corrosive substances like these? The thickness of the padded snow rabbit armor is really paying off in spades!      Well, at least for the parts of her that are actually covered with the thicker material. Some of that goop still gets into the gaps in the armor, drawing a pained hiss from the healer as it burns through the skin, heals over from the magic, then re-burns. Not a fun combination! And to make things worse...      "... Holy HELL, this place smells like ass. When did we crawl inside something?" Shuddering lightly at the stench, Sanary magics up some noseplugs directly inside her nose that surely won't get stuck later. She joins Yari in chopping away at the tentacle mass, even firing off a few blasts of ice magic at the larger 'body' of the creature to try and avoid the risk of freezing either of her companions by accident.      Those bricks, meanwhile, continue to hover ominously. They're filled with brick. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Giant Mosquitos?! It was like the Florida Everglades down here--at least the one Ferham had visited, which had probably been contaminated by mutagen. The gloves attached to Ferham's 'water-proof' suit at the moment bore long clawed gloves similar to the ones on her normal armor, but sleeker and lighter--allowing her to grab a few of the giant bugs and crush or otherwise mangle the pernicious critters before they're able to pierce the latex of her suit with their proboscises. Not any blood in her for them anyway, but her body's internal heat signature likely made her still visible to her. Her gloves wound up splashed with a bit of insect ichor however, in the process.      "Persistent little things, aren't they?" Ferham looked over to Yari and Sanary as the tendrils over there released them, not seeing the tendrils that whipped around and grabbed her arms--pulling them behind her back. Just then, the stiletto heels integrated into her suit click together as more of the fronds begin to wrap around her from the foot upwards!      "Uhh, could use a little help here, Yari, Captain--ngghh!" she struggled, wincing and showing teeth--but her arms were trussed and folded behind her back, and she was soon being converted into a femmebot mummy! Soon just her green eyes were visible as they peered out with a 'oh jeez help!' look in them. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Somehow I think /we/ are the ones that did the crawling into." The swamp truly is a nasty, horrible organism. Between the pair of Elites, tentacles fall or are smash-frozen into bits! The poor mummy-Ferham is slowly chopped out of her little problem, before one final chop from Sanary has the last tentacle freed! Ferrybot will fall to the vine...still wrapped up with now-dead tentacles. Yari toes the poor bot. "Nnn. I think that look suits you, Miss Ferham." Smiling, she'll tease just a moment before starting to unwrap her! Quickly, as the Hydra is heading their way! With Ferham done, Yari nods to the pair. "Wish me luck." The ninja has a bit of nervousness to her voice. It /is/ a mass of teeth and scales she's starting to charge towards. But she'll let Ferham and and Sanary go first! She's leaping along one vine, towards the plants! Two hydra heads rise, and start to fall for Ferham, and then, Yari! The ninja doesn't bother dodging, trying to sneak over to the plants. She'll trust Sanary! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' A hack here, a chop there, and a whole lot of ice over there. Sanary's gotten quite comfortable with using the gunaxe, and when she and Yari finally get Ferham free from those swamp-gas covered tentacles...      She can't help but snicker at Yari's comment on the fembot's condition. "H-hey. Come on, Yari. That's just..." Sanary trails off with another laugh, although she does at least take care not to look too long before helping her get Ferham free.      That'd just be rude, especially in light of the hydra charging for them. Also, the hydra's charging for them!      "Alright... We got this one. Ready, Ferry?" She calls out with a grin, then... Furrows her brow just a bit. Sanary's thinking about something! "Rerry.. Ferry... Nah, I got nothin'."      Nothing important, apparently. Bracing the shield in front of her, she charges straight at the hydra, circulating magical energy inside her body to bolster her endurance as she slams right into it! A new trick, apparently, since it's keeping her from breaking every bone in her body on impact!      The bricks continue floating in wait. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Mmphh, mpphh!" Ferham tried to muffle some vocal responses to Sanary and Yari as she struggled, looking like she made quite the show of it--her curvaceous form silhoutted in the mummy wrapping-like fronds as she twisted this way and that, pulling her legs back and arching her back as the material of the encasing fronds tightened--now blocking her eyes too, totally blotting out any hint of the person trapped inside.      "Mnnn! Mmm!" Ferham had been aware that she was being chopped out before she was finally 'blind-folded', likely a bit hot under the collar as she struggled to avoid being struck even as her friends cut her out.      When the fronds no longer supported her the wrapped up Fer went plummeting into the marsh itself, sitting up after a bit and giving Yari a bit of a look as she's teased, likely just her eyes able to be seen as the kunoichi unwraps her. Pulling her arms free from the folded position behind her back, she tore the rest of the scraps off her legs before her wings swung out again, her whip in hand as she jumped back into the air, noticing the Hydra is going for Yari--she'll try to put herself between herself and the monster, or otherwise distract it rather than let it grab the ninja girl. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari can't help but chuckle /just/ a bit at poor Ferham as she's given that face of pure indignation. She does help up the poor bot! Sanary gets a wink. Also, there's a freaking hydra coming after them! Thankfully, the brave Elites with Yari cover her well! The great creature charges in, the enhanced endurance of Sanary causing its heads to slam into her shield, arresting its movement! The vine trembles under the strength of the creature! Ferham's own efforts help as well! One head turns to her, and rushes for the juicy looking robot! Far more delicious than little Au Ra! Big, fist-sized teeth and jaws snap at Ferham, trying to take a bite out of robo-crime! Meanwhile, Yari is to the plants. Taking out a military spade, she's carefully digging them up, placing them in sealed pots that she stuffs into a bag. It's slow work. The plants are delicate, and she needs a good sampling of them all. The hydra has its own plans though! The head near Ferham pulls back after a few snaps, and opens it's mouth wide! There's this horrible gurgling sound, it /hurks/, and then there's a horrible blob of black and green mess that's being spewed towards the robot! If she gets stuck in that blob, it'll start sizzling and corroding her armor! Oh, and smells /awful/! Yari isn't one to not help. When one head turns to her? She chucks a grenade at it. The Hydra swallows it! The grenade goes off, and the hydra twitches as nerve gas fills it's gullet. Those snapping jaws at FErham and Sanary go stiff for several moments! The creature's open! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' As Sanary grunts with exertion and digs her shield in to keep the head in front of her from thrashing around too wildly, she takes note of the creature's giant maws opening up and threatening to devour Ferham and Yari! Or puke on them. Neither sounds all that pleasant, really. But with all of her focus on the one head right in front of her and no free hands to even take potshots at it with her gunaxe, how's the healer planning to help her friends here?      The bricks. Just as planned! That's the story, and Sanary's sticking to it. The bricks finally descend on the hydra, hurtling straight towards the creature's mouths. The accuracy still isn't quite at the level the healer would like, of course, but she's going for quantity over quality here while trying to just cram as many of those things (and all their painful corners) right into the hydra!      A few of those bricks, meanwhile, flatten while moving closer to Ferham and almost look like shields (complete) that the Reploid could grab or take cover behind as she chooses. Not that they'd last long in either scenario, but... Well. Quantity over quality!      Of course, Sanary's aim being what it is, she'll just have to remain stoic while some of those bricks pelt her in the back of the head, too. She's pretty sure that's just sweat, anyway. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I hope you're getting your plants in order over there, Yari--gah!" she has to evade quickly when the mouth dives for her and she can feel the snapping of teeth just inches away from her, feel it even--the femmebot cringing as she has to grab the large hydra's jaws to keep it from biting at her again--before she is half-thrown half-dives back out of the way, reeling back in the air. She lashes her whip out and tries to strike at the thing's face and eyes, until the black blob is launched at her.      The effect is pretty immediate--once Fer got most of her body hit by the ichor, she realized it was eating through the water-proof suit she'd worn--and quickly centered a bit of freezing energy to it--trying to stop the compound from spreading as it dissolved her suit.      The result, well, a large patch of one arm, one leg--each on different sides is visible missing from the suit now the mid-section and lower eaten through so as to leave the remnants of the suit a sort of close-fitting mid-riff bearing top and the lower parts a thong with straps still holding the legs and heeled boot portions up, thankfully.      "So humiliating... and do you even know how much this thing cost!?" Ferham suddenly screamed, forming a large 40x40 inch boulder of ice and launching it into one of the Hyrda's mouths--or aiming for it's head. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Poor Hydra! Just as it's about to snap up a delicious looking Au Ra, out go the bricks! Whump! WHUMPWHUMPWHUMPWHUMPWHUMP! The stupid animal even swallows a few, one head choking on a barrage! It goes purple, and it's head falls dead! The remaining seven heads then turn riiiiight towards Sanary. She indeed has it's attention! They all rise up, ready to chomp away on Sanary! "I'm almost done! Three more plants!" Calls Yari, swiftly de-grounding another plant! She finds time to kunai a few mosquitos that are coming the group's way! Thankfully, Ferham has a whip, and it proves useful! A few slashes, and the thing has a blind head! It starts to lash around, blindly biting into its neighbor! Suddenly, the heads begin to fight each other, and there's blood everywhere! And then Ferham drops a massive block of ice on the thing! CRASH! Shards of ice slam into the creature, and it's forced into the muck! Some of it even sizzles, even it's own protections not quite enough! The beast is flailing, and dying thanks to the group's combined powers! "Got it! Come, let's leave!" Yari calls to the others, pulling close her back, and then hucking a smoke bomb! POMF! There's a very, very angry Hydra still lashing about in its death throes. The ninja is already running, leaping to that vine that brought them there! Yari has the decency to toss poor Ferham a kimono. Blush! "Are you both alright?" She asks as she's running away. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary prepares herself for the worst when she notices the hydra's heads turning for her, hunkering back with her shield and drawing some of the (non-swallowed) bricks back to bolster her defenses! Thankfully, that's not quite necessary with Ferham throwing the rest into a panic and gently inserting it into the corrosive swamp with that mildly worrying declaration.      Like Yari, Sanary's also blushing faintly while following after the ninja and throwing some healing magic towards both her and Ferham. "Got what you needed? Ah... Yeah, I'm good! Just a liiittle sweaty. It's too hot in here! Out... Here. You okay there, Yari? Ferry?"      Putting a bit of energy into her magical flying cheating anklets, the healer even whirls around to sort of hover backwards at a steady pace while keeping an eye on that hydra. There's no telling if it could come back up to try and (literally or figuratively) bite them in the ass! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Watch out Sanary, that thing is pretty hungry, even if it's got massive tissue damage!" Ferham would likely try to swoop down and carry the two girls and the plants right off, if she could--it depends on what the carrying setup Yari has for the plants. Either way, they'll be air-lifted home by a rather skimpily dressed valkyrie in the tatters of what looked like a black latex catsuit--so all in all a fairly normal weekday for them! 
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3683/The Elrond Protocol

2016-01-21T01:36:44Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot rode aboard the repurposed escape orb that served as her personal shuttle. She was joined by Jasper and Ferham. for a singular purpose. Sunstone had shown restraint in the past, but Peridot did not fully trust the smiley gem completely just yet. Her visit was unannounced, but she had a single intention. She was moving forward with an idea she had developed while spending time with Toph.     It was a dangerous notion, but one that would require cooperation from key individuals. Sunstone happened to be one of them.     "You are under strict orders to not attack." She spoke without turning to face her escorts. "This is of utmost importance to our mission here and the future of Kindergarten." Her floating fingers dance over the computer panel as she controls the ship. "The future of all kindergartens. You are only to attack to defend yourself or if she makes an aggressive move against me." Peridot stops and looks directly at Jasper with a pointed tone. "Is that clear?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham descended from the sky, her wings fanned outward and at an angle in front of her to act as a brake against the wind. She hovered alongside the two gem women and gave them both a salute. She was going to show up here mainly to do her duty and act as bodyguard for Peridot, and as part of her agreement to cooperate with Jasper.      "You don't have to tell me twice, we still have to have a discussion sometime," Ferham cocked her chin toward Peridot, but wasn't making anything of it right now, apparently. 

:'''{{#var:846|Sunstone (846)}} has posed:'''     Sunstone had been scouting the Multiverse for more wild Gems, but had come up empty. This might be because her scanner was busted! She can be spotted with a beach towel laid out on the sand near the house the Crystal Gems use as their base, tinkering away with the scanning device's various components with a set of strange crystalline tools that glow the same light that she emits. She smiles to herself, as usual. She eventually has to stop when she discovers the problem: It shorted out. She looks baffled by this, since Gem tech tends to function for eons.     "The ambient radiation in this Multiverse is amazing," she mumbles to herself. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Clear as crystal," Jasper remarks to Peridot, although she doesn't sound happy about it. She's a bit too big to fit in the escape orb with the other two, and that only seems to add to her surly disposition. She had to leave her cape behnid, and says nothing more until they're on the ground. As charming as ever. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot can't help but notice the choice of words. Though it was a seemingly loaded comment. She had to discretely appreciate the rare occurrence of Jasper displaying wit.     As her scanners indicate the location of Sunstone, Peridot inputs the coordinates. The green orb zooms over and begins to kick up a cloud of sand and dust as it lowers to the ground announcing the presence of Homeworld gems, and a robot. Though it was seamless, a doorway opens up as the almost goo-like metal moves and forms steps. Which Peridot walks down first. Seemingly, she figured it'd be better for her to be spotted first as she was the least physically imposing of the three.     "We will have it at a more opportune moment." She comments to Ferham as her metallic boots sink a little into the sand once she has fully departed the ship.     With a serious expression on her face, she called out. "Sunstone." And then waited for the other gem to act. She hadn't attacked her the last time they spoke, and Peridot was unarmed and alone then. Given she was less vulnerable than before, she expected she would be open to further conversations. "I have come to speak with you." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham is there in full armor, though she doesn't look like she's there for a fight--she's much more sedate, her red wings having folded behind her back and she's crossed her arms over her front as she leans against the side of Peridot's craft, nodding her chin towards Jasper. "So, long time no see there, were you able to scrape what was left of her off the control room?" Fer asked the other homeworld gem, keeping her voice a little down low so Peridot wouldn't (mostly) hear. 

:'''{{#var:846|Sunstone (846)}} has posed:'''     Sunstone looked up from what she was doing, and immediately her smile became strained. It was just... difficult to deal with Peridot on the best of days, and now she's brought a pod that's likely equipped with weaponry. And probably friends, by the confidence she seems to display in her approach. Confirmed with Ferham's presence and, likely, Jasper being nearby. The shiny gem climbed to a stand and waved at Peridot.     Wave wave wave wave~     "Hi, Peridot. What do you want to talk about?" Almost like a friend, though the strain to maintain the false cheer is quite easy to read. She's not happy with how this meeting is looking. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper looms behind the other two, all striped orange, white hair and muscular frame. Her arms are crossed and she's wearing an expression that says 'I don't want to be here'. Leaving Peridot to handle the discussion, or whatever it is she wants to talk about with a rebel Gem, she turns to Ferham. "Who?" 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot notices the false cheer and for just a moment she is unable to hide her smug expression. She couldn't deny a certain joy she found in the intimidation of others at the forces she commanded. And she wanted to flaunt at least some of that power. In order to complete her mission, she needed to demonstrate something she had not shown much in the past.     Restraint.     Her smug expression changes back to something more stoic. "In the past, we have initiated a truce." She starts gesturing vaguely with her fingers. "I wish to do something far greater than that however."     "I've been putting the considerable weight of my brain power towards a new singular goal after a recent relevation." That smugness crept back onto her face. As it often did when she stroked her own ego. "I know you believe Homeworld is out there. That you believe my mission is pointless. However I am beginning a new branch of research that will serve not only my agenda... but I believe that even you, a traitor to homeworld can get behind. It will not be something I can achieve on my own, but something that you are uniquely qualified to help me with."     Peridot was out right grinning now, as she took a step forward and makes a fist. "I am proposing not a truce... but an alliance." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Her, Peridot," Ferham likely meant the fiasco back at the warship, when the crystal gems had bubbled the green one. Fer had been kinda partly smirking during this though her expression grew more serious as she realized the white-haired woman didn't seem to want to be there, probably alot moreso than Fer. "Hmph, impressed though, she seems to be a lot less aggressive than she was before," she shrugged a bit, just sort of chatting with Jasper, as she hung back and leaned against the orb. 

:'''{{#var:846|Sunstone (846)}} has posed:'''     Sunstone looks aside when Peridot starts with the smug look. The smile strains even more, because she's not intimidated so much as annoyed -- a fact she isn't about to reveal to Peridot, though. But she turns her gaze back to Peridot again when the discussion leads to HER qualifications. And she knows what those are. You'd almost hear glass breaking by how she reacts to that phrasing. If she wasn't happy before...     She maintains her composure. The offer of an alliance is given, but she can't help but be skeptical about it. "Okay, so what do you want me to do exactly? I'm not agreeing to any alliance until I know why you need me for this." She crosses her arms and, for a moment, she remembers something and her smile fades. The real Sunstone shows. The calm, frowny look with half-lidded eyes.     "I have been keeping track of your activity. You've been attacking my allies here and there, so this better be good."     Even her voice loses its cheer for a moment. And her cheer soon returns. "Okay?" 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Every assault I have participated in has been calculated, and for a specific logical purpose. We can discuss them on a.. case by case basis." Peridot offers diplomatically. However there was something to be said that she seemed willing to answer for those crimes. Even if it was simply to justify her actions.     "But those are of little consequence. We are embarking now on a challenge of a much greater scale." She smirks. "I can solve everyone's problem. Homeworlds. Rebels. No one has thought much about our post-unification situation. But, a new world with new rules offers unique resources that I had not considered. That NO ONE has considered!" Peridot's eyes narrow into a manic grin.     "We both know all too well the eventual outcome of a planet that host Kindergartens." Peridot's tone slows some. She was excited, that much was true. Becoming a Kindergarten tech was a badge of honor. But, as excited as she was, this was a sore spot for Sunstone and she knew it. So she walked with some caution.     "Due to its size... Maybe this planet can take a Kindergarten. Maybe it can't. The whole clutch of the problem is that in order for new gems to be made, the host planet must die. But the size of this planet is a unique opportunity for us for a specific branch of experiments."     "I want to create a Kindergarten that can be deployed on a normal sized planet, without ultimately destroying it." The excitement in her eyes return. She is unable to mask it. "Imagine that new gems can be created without the need to suppress a native species. If we restablish contact with Homeworld, it change the entire course of our species future! What happened to you will never happen to anyone else ever again!" 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "You're proposing a /what/?"      Jasper's voice is ice cold. A truce is one thing, a temporary cessastion of hostilities can make sense, but an alliance? A formal agreement between the two to be... allies? She doesn't move as much as she turns her head to stare at Peridot and Sunstone, her eyes wide, lips pursed into a thin line. She's rigid, tension in her body ready to uncoil at whoever she decides needs to pay first. "On whose authority, Peridot? You're an engineer - a technician - not a Diamond." The rest of it goes unsaid - you're speaking above your station. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham is silent as she looked over at Peridot, overhearing their conversation. "Hm. Peridot not willing to suddenly forsake a planet's wellbeing in favor of her own race?" she thought aloud, before shrugging a little. "Guess the crystal gems were able to knock some sense into her," she uncrossed her arms a bit, as Jasper seemed to become outraged at this, almost on queue. "Oh boy, here we go," Ferham just sort of made herself scarce for a moment, ducking around the side of the orb. 

:'''{{#var:846|Sunstone (846)}} has posed:'''     Sunstone uncrosses her arms and looks at Peridot like she's lost her mind, even with that fragile smile. She holds that look for a long time, the pause showing how shocking it is to hear this from Peridot. Then she glances to Jasper and Ferham, and back to Peridot. The outburst from Jasper in particular reminds her of how Homeworld works. The ambition that Peridot has is indicative of someone with individuality, with a purpose beyond what she was given. It was a strange sight that she still wasn't used to seeing even among other species.     She still scouted everything, herself, instead of finding new things to do.     "Then that would make you a traitor to Homeworld," she tells Peridot. "Because you are doing things they would never authorize." Somehow, it's clear she's just playing at the most obvious manipulation point here, but. "Do you even remember how we lived? We would never be able to rise in the ranks, but what you are proposing would put you at the same level of authority as a Diamond. Astonishing behavior from a Peridot." 'A' Peridot, she emphasized.     "I like it. I'll have to scout the location, though, to see how much damage it would do," she says, clapping her hands together. "Let's make a rogue colony." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot grimaces at Jasper turning to face her. "I am this missions commander appointed by Yellow Diamond. We are in charge of the only Homeworld outpost in this entire sector. This makes me the highest ranked gem on this planet. That gives me the authority "     "And I am deeming our situation an emergency." She goes on imperiously. "Besides who else can help me with all the technical issues?" Peridot ask, squinting. "-You-? I need their cooperation."     At Sunstone's prodding however, Peridot raises her hands and begins shaking her head frantically. "NO. No no." She points her finger. "That is not at all what I am suggesting. T-the mission the diamonds put me on- the cluster- is no longer relevant. Therefore my personal mission is to protect our species and-"     "This will NOT make us traitors." Peridot insist loudly stomping her boot into the sand. "We are doing something Homeworld will be able to utilize. It's pure logic and basic numbers! If they don't have to wage war with a planet in order to expand their numbers. Less gems will be shattered in war. Less planet-bound resources will be lost. Less rebel gems will be created as a result. How can the diamond authority be anything but grateful at such a proposition- and native sentient will be just as pleased." She gestured wildly with each stated 'fact'. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "You have authority when it concerns this mission," Jasper retorts, which is a fact that keeps the bigger Gem under control - for the most part. "This decision is beyond your authority. Why do you need help? Are you concerned about time? Is that one of those curious little things you've picked up from the other species you've met?"      Peridot's appeal to logic... It makes sense, but it doesn't seem like an argument that would sway Jasper. Gems die in war. Whole planets are destroyed. That's normal. That's all Jasper has known. Less Rebel gems? Then that'd be less reason for her to exist. How can the Diamond Authority not be grateful?      "Because you're disrupting the order of things! You care about those native sentients? Do I need to remind you who you should be caring about above all else?"      Okay, that's a threat.      Perhaps luckily, Peridot had Jasper leave her destabiliser on the ship. 

:'''{{#var:846|Sunstone (846)}} has posed:'''     Sunstone could feel this all falling apart... but something Jasper says draws her attention to another point. Something that hadn't occured to her until just then. She seems to be smiling more genuinely, though it's a little evil-looking thanks to the tension she's pushed into this situation.     "Well! It looks like you've changed, Peridot," she tells the green Gem. "A waste of resources, is it? When has that ever stopped Homeworld?" She shakes her head, and then she looks pointedly at Jasper, and back to Peridot. "I'm on-board. Minimizing damage to sentient life, preventing war... But this would be an unauthorized colony. Only Diamonds can decide where a colony should be." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "I know who I care about. Yellow Diamond is the most perfect objective ruler in the universe." Peridot insist. "If we have to waste less resources on taking over planets. Less warships can be made, more infrastructure can be erected. The energy requirements for an armada alone..." She touches her forehead. "If less gems get shattered in that process..." She gestures again. "And they have incentives to help make that happen." Peridot looks to Sunstone. "Right? You don't want Homeworld invading the planets you care about."     "But if we can take advantage of our mutual bad situation, we can make something out of it. We can mutually improve our overall gain. It's such a simple concept. The diamonds will adore it!"     "I haven't changed! I am simply applying... aggressively adapting logic."     Peridot let's out a small sigh. She was growing increasingly aggitated, but was grateful that Sunstone was not pressing her line of logic. "A colony will be necessary, but that has been the goal of Kindergarten all along- before I set about this particular branch of research. I still maintain that gems are to be treated as an endangered species until we confirm the current condition of Homeworld. It's not treason, it is a critical course to anchor our kind."     "Of course, your cooperation is only one part in this master plan. You will be instrumental in convincing Dirt Wizard of my sincerity." She was of course, referring to Toph Beifong. "She has been fed.. rather one-sided information about Homeworld. But has unique abilities which I believe will be absolutely instrumental in achieving these ends." She goes on slowly regaining confidence. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham ducks her head from back around the orb, listening in and rather interested in this seemingly sudden conscious that Peridot is sprouting. "Sun Tzu, art of war--the longer you must field an army the more expensive it becomes, eh?" she mutters, somewhat to herself, before nodding a little. "I wasn't sure if the process was capable of symbiosis, but if it is, then I'll devote my help into developing a method for it," she nodded, bringing herself out from the orb.      "Convincing Toph though, that is going to be a fun time, I can see," Fer sighed a little, while giving a shrug and a grin, ah well. Nothing was meant to be easy around here. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      The sound that Jasper makes in the back of her throat is like a low growl. Maybe some part of this logic is genuinely beyond her and maybe the rest of it clashes with her deeply ingrained since of indoctrination and loyalty where you do as you are told and nothing else. "You've changed. Gems. Endangered. Hah! We endanger other species, Peridot, not the other way round. Yellow Diamond will not approve of this."      When Ferham returns, Jasper asks, "Toph. She's the small green one, isn't she? The enemy?" 

:'''{{#var:846|Sunstone (846)}} has posed:'''     Sunstone knows what Yellow Diamond will think. It'll mean war. It'll mean hundreds, perhaps thousands of dead gems. It'll mean Peridot's spirit will be crushed, or perhaps she really will show what she's made of. The shiny Gem measures out the risk and reward carefully as she had done with her mission on her own world. The emotion in her tells her what to say.     "Fine. I'll speak to Toph. Don't expect any miracles, though." She shrugs helplessly. "I work best when the person I'm talking to has no idea what a Gem is. Toph already knows that Homeworld is hostile to Union interests just on principle, so the chance of me convincing her to help you is very small."     She then looks over to Jasper, who is just getting increasingly angry about all of this. "I'm sure Yellow Diamond will forgive the transgression for the sake of progress," she lies right at Jasper. "After all, it would only be beneficial overall." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Yes." Peridot says gesturing to Ferham. "Sun Shoe, or whatever. Armada's are very difficult to maintain. They can be decreased, leading to higher life expectancy for Jaspers, Amethyst, all of the Quartz gems. Reallocation of said resrouces to more productive arenas." Peridot grinned. "They'll give me my own Pearl for this if it works." She steeples her floating fingers.     "As far as we know, Homeworld unified inside of a star. Or Unified with another version of gem kind that we don't recognize who consumed them. Maybe a version of Homeworld that was nothing but corrupted gems. Due to the nature of a multiverse, the possibilities are quite literally.. actually infinite until we can narrow down our options." Peridot raised her finger to make her point. "You leave the science to me, Jasper. I am acting in Homeworlds best interest. Therefore, your job is simply to punch any obstacles in my path, not question my area of expertise." She turns toward Sunstone.     "Dirt Wizard will be difficult, but.." Peridot gestures toward Sunstone. "You must not only convince her that it's the correct thing to do, but also impress upon her the importance of this work. I will be there too. She must be made to understand that this will render Homeworld in a state where it simply will not need to be hostile to Union interest. One less cosmic problem."     Peridot grins setting her hands on her hip. "This went just as expected! This is going to work out great." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Toph, it's the blind girl that can control earth that regularly tries to kill us, remember when she claimed we stole her braille reading glove?" Ferham shrugged. "Well, we didn't /intend/ to steal it, but it was in her pack that Peridot had," she nodded a little. "She means she wants to try and get her to cooperate with this, not sure how that's going to do," Ferham's wings fan out from her back and she begins to hover a bit, as if she intends to lift off soon.      "Well, this should be fun," she blinks with a blank green-eyed stare. Yes, nothing can possibly go wrong with this plan. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper picks up on Sunstone's lie, but whether that is from Jasper knowing better, or Jasper simply believing differently, is hard to tell. The big Gem holds her cards close to her chest, despite always being so obvious about what she thinks. "I think you'll find that Yellow Diamond isn't as forgiving as I am."      She holds up a hand, as if waving Peridot off, as she stomps back towards the pod. "Do what you want, Peridot. I won't question your expertise - just your loyalty!" One final barb, over her shoulder. 

:'''{{#var:846|Sunstone (846)}} has posed:'''     "I appreciate that you came to me about this," Sunstone tells Peridot, suddenly very genuine, "It's clear you at least know how certain resources should be utilized for your plans. Just keep in mind that if the Kindergarten risks too much life, I won't be able to help you." She grins at Peridot. "I'm sure it'll be fiiine," she assures, and then she sits back down to go back to diagnosing her scanning device, picking through the pieces to try to find any other flaws in it. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Yes." Peridot says mildly uncomfortably, before regaining a look of confidence. "It was rather generous of me. Considering how often you've interfered in the past. But I am capable of looking past that." Peridot turns, heading back to her pod. "Diminishing the risk to life is the very goal of these experiments. Therefore the scenario you outline describes a failure in the mission and thus not the outcome I hope to achieve." She concludes pragmatically.     And then she goes aboard. And thus ensued what was likely to be a very uncomfortable, tense ride home. 

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3702/Batside Manners

2016-01-20T23:24:12Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Ward 17 has become something of a third home for Sanary. Not because she's been hospitalized all that often, but from working in and around there in the medical ward. Today's been something of an oddity, though, since she's actually bedridden this time around. Despite that, she's still looking significantly better today! Relatively. Her head is still wrapped up across her eye sockets, and she's still stuck in bed, but she's coherent and ready to... Sit up. It's important to get rest, after all, but that doesn't mean she can't at least work on her magical capacity in some way! 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      There is a sudden sound of dry flapping wings and a series of high-pitched chittering squeaks as a cloud of what looks like white bats suddenly fill the room. They cause a bit of a commotion in the room as they careen around and the buffeting of their wings upsets curtains and sheets of paper. They soon begin to congregate in front of Sanary's bed and finally look as if they're clodding together and forming what looks like a ball--soon becoming recognizable as a humanoid shape. After amassing and filling out into what looks like a stick-figure of bats they shift and materialize into something else...      Echo reaches up and brushes her long black hair back, tucking it lightly back around her large white ears with a white-furred hand, blinking a little as she looks over at Sanary, her yellow eyes alighting on the officer cleric.      "Oh hello there, Officer Rondel, sorry I took so long," when it has just been only a few moments, at that, this is quite ridiculous of a statement, to say the least. She's wearing what looks like a long black silk cocktail dress and a pair of shiny red stiletto heels, but otherwise she's equipped with a few pouches at a belt across her waist, as well as the aura about her just clouded with the feel of her being some sort of practitioner of the occult. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary tenses up a bit at first upon hearing the sound of bats approaching, although she does calm down after a moment and not hearing anyone screaming from down the hall. The flapping sound is still a little unnerving, of course, but at least it's not a threat to her. As Echo takes shape, Sanary straightens up in the bed and makes sure to tie her hair back to look a little bit more presentable as well.      Even when hospitalized, she's still trying to look the part of a proper Captain! "Hey, Echo. Nah, I wasn't waiting long. Got here without too much trouble, then?" She hadn't heard any screams, so that's always a good sign. As expected of someone that's stuck in medical, Sanary's dressed in a standard hospital gown with a blanket draped over her legs and some snack wrappers on the table next to her. Better than throwing them on the floor!      "Thanks for coming. I'm... Gonna be honest. Laying around is boring as hell. I was hoping you could help me with pointers or training or... Anything while I'm stuck here." 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Physical obstacles rarely impede me," Echo walked around the officer's hospital bed after she had saluted and bowed, her stiletto heels click-clacking. "So, you made it clear over the radio you had a desire for magic, but you're already a cleric, yes?" she bent over and her nails plucked at some flowers that had been left out, briefly peeking over them to the girl in the bed, her yellow eyes settling on her for a moment.      "The first thing you must decide is what magic you are interested in. I ran away from home when I was still but a girl and travelled with all manner of occultists, shamans, sorcerors, voodoo priests--I learned how to breath life into corpses and bring them back as slaves, or ensnare phantoms to my will, as well as a host of other things--I have watched the still beating hearts of people being removed, heads shrunk, all in the name of The Craft. The Great Illusionist Christoph Blitz instructed me on how to create things that weren't there, but had heft and lift just as any other physical object, for certain... favors, of course," she licked her red lips--and yes, she wore lipstick--as she stood up and stood at the foot of the girl's bed, crossing her arms.      "I need to know what you're interested in, and how much dedication you can marshall." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's head turns slightly to follow Echo's voice, and she reaches up briefly to fiddle with the bandages idly. So itchy. "Mmhm. I can sorta use magic, but... Only healing unless I have the right tools." She goes quiet at Echo speaks of her past, what she's learned, what she's vaguely done in her pursuit of power.      At least Sanary's not going to admit she doesn't know what the difference is between at least half of those types. Her head still following Echo's voice, she strokes her chin lightly while pulling her knees up to rest her head on. "I've got plenty of dedication. I mean... I've been studying at Alexander for most of last year, I've been doing lots of physical training... I got some Psycho Power from Vega a while ago, too. But..."      A quiet sigh. "It's not enough. And... I don't know where to go next with magic. There's all these options, but.. I don't know where to start to do something other than healing or shoving it into another machine." She taps on the side of her head where her magitech eye would be. "Hell, I've been shoving energy into this just to see. And... Shoot lasers. But I want to be able to use magic without just relying on extra parts. Fighting, supporting... Maybe not the corpses, though." 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Alexander? Alexander Academy? Ohoho, those isolationists?" Echo seems to find this rather amusing, almost going as far as giving an 'ojyou laugh' at the thought of that. "They probably couldn't even teach you how to disperse or create heat, darling," she grinned, fangs showing over her lower lips. "Not sure what you hope to learn from a bunch of xenophobic humans, but I can show you how to 'support' or 'fight' if that's what you want," Echo seems to be having entirely too much fun with this.      "Unless you want to be sitting there pulling rabbits out of hats, I think you want me, deary," she smiles a little, then leans against the foot of the girl's hospital bed, her red-nailed, white-furred hand grasping the rungs of it. "And if necromancy isn't your speed, well I'm sure I can show you how to cast illusions, if that's what you want." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Iso...?" Context clues! "Hey, they're not that bad about it. Got a lot of non-natives studying there, even." Sanary doesn't dispute Echo's comments about the magic teaching, however, since... Well, it's not like she's really gotten anywhere with that compared to working with the Zaibatsu. Or in Medical, even. "Supporting other people I'm fighting with, fighting on my own... Anything's good. Uh."      The comment about rabbits does get her thinking, and she strokes her chin again. "... Maybe not rabbits, but throwing something huge on top of whoever I'm fighting might not hurt." She raises an eyebrow at the mention of illusions, turning her head to face Echo again despite not being able to see her at all. "Would they be able to.. Uh. Touch anything, or is it just a visual and sound sort of thing?" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Ah, ah--conjuration, that's a school I haven't used very much, however if you're wishing to create gales of ice or rain meteors upon your enemies, that is very much in my realm of expertise," Echo put a hand to her chin and stroked it, thinking. "I think I can teach you, you are my superior and I have no problems about taking time out of my ~busy schedule~ to assist you, even if you were not," she grins a little, bowing her head and those big batty ears.      "My illusions have mass and behave like solid objects, they aren't just phantasms, though one can create those too, if you wish--like water that isn't really there, or someTHING," she grinned and looked down at the bed covers of Sanary's hospital bed, and there were suddenly tiny versions of what looked like Peridot scaling over the blankets and trying to climb up the girl's legs and knees, like something out of Gulliver's travels. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "... That definitely sounds like something that could be really useful." Although Sanary's eye isn't visible, it's clear from her voice that she's visualizing the ability to call upon the elements and.. Not so elements in her head already. "But... Do you think I'd actually have the potential for that? I mean..."      Some of that self-doubt starts to come back into her voice. "Don't you usually have to start early to get strong enough to do that? I mean... If I can, I'd love to do that. But..." She rests her chin on her knees, mulling over the possibilities and reality for a while before finally speaking up again.      "... How long did it take you? Uh. To learn conjuration and illusion... Ing?" There's another pause. Was that even the right word? Probably not. "Because... Yeah, both of those could be useful, too." 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Well you've proven yourself to be both magic-capable and strong enough to survive getting advancement in our fine organization already, I don't see why you shouldn't be able to, with a little time, and effort," Echo brushed her long dark hair back from her white-furred face, nodding. "I started learning at a young age, but not just magic period, I was taught how to use magic as an assassin when I was a little girl, the other schools I picked up later," she explained.      "Years, really, like I said, it will take you and me a bit of time, but I think you should be able to do it, at least, if you have a proper tutor," she grinned, and the tiny Peridots that might not be there continued to try to scale up the blankets to crest the top of Sanary's knees, sounding as if they were muttering and hollering in a sub-chipmunk voice. One can make out a tiny "CLOD!" as one accidentally kicks another in the face while trying to climb. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Years of studying. No mattter how many times Sanary heard it and no matter how much it just made sense that learning something so useful would take that long, it still felt too long. But... Maybe that's what's been getting her into trouble in the first place. Being impatient, wanting result immediately, trying to get ahead of herself.      "Hn... Well, I gotta start somewhere. And... It's not gonna take me years to see /any/ result, right?" Sanary chuckles weakly as she says that, although it comes out more like a probing question. Maybe it's the lack of results that's been bothering her more than anything else. She does get momentarily distracted by the odd voices, though, and she'd be squinting if she could move her eyelids at all. "... Is Peridot in here?" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Probably not, no, if I'm tutoring you regularly," Echo nodded a little. "It's a career, honey, you do need to put some time and effort into it," the bat walked back around the bed again, heels clicking. As the Peridots got to the top of Sanary's knee, they jumped up and down as if they'd won a sort of contest, or were on top of the world. "Victorrry!" they seemed to be quite excited, which made quite the amusing coincidence that Sanary happened to be blind atm.      "Hmm? oh, it might be the radio," Echo waved her red-nailed hands and the Peridots were all summarily bubbled and were drawn back into the bat sorceror's hand as she waved it, apparently disappearing, Sanary none the wiser. "When you recover, then?" she asked, leaning over the girl's bed. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      The reassurance about actually being able to see progress sooner rather than later is easily one of the most relieving things Sanary's heard all day. "Good, good... Yeah, I'm prepared to work for it. Didn't get as good as I am with an axe just by wanting it." She chuckles lightly and flexes an arm for emphasis, wincing a bit upon realizing that it's her more injured arm.      One thing at a time.      "That's definitely..." The healer raises an eyebrow as she stops hearing that distorted tiny-version of the already tiny Gem, eventually breaking into a wide grin . "... Aaah, I get it. Sneaky~" She chuckles softly and tugs on the blanket a little more tightly. "Sounds like a plan. I don't know how long it'll take, but I shouldn't be here too much longer. Just need to.. Uh. Get my eye fixed after I get out, too."      And then there's a pause. "... Could start earlier if you don't mind me being blind for a couple of days." 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Please dear, as if lack of eyesight ever stopped anyone," Echo snerked. "You're only speaking to a 5-foot bat lady here," she put a hand to her chest, gesturing a bit vaingloriously. "I'll be around if you need me, for right now you should probably get your rest--those of us that still breath need to worry about our wounds, and all that," Echo implied that she too needed to worry about such things, and was not actually undead. YET.      "I'll be around if you need anything, officer Rondel," Echo bowed her head and walked out, heels clicking. No fancy explosion into bats this time. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "... Wait what." Was that what those noises were, then? "Thought that was just an entrance or something... Huh." Sanary shrugs lightly and chuckles again before resting back in the bed, nodding slowly after a moment. "Sounds good. Thanks for coming, Echo. I'll be looking forward to our lessons, then. You know where to find me."      And she is! She needs to start again, after all. Back to basics. No more worrying about trying to force her magic to work one way when there's so many other possible ways of getting it to work. Worst case scenario, there'd always be other ways to figuring it out.      ... Wait. Did she know where to find Echo, though? 

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3629/Gabumonning Around

2016-01-07T17:49:02Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Christmas had ended, and while all parts of the plains weren't exactly cold, due to how insanely large it was. For now people were getting back from holiday leave, and business was returning to normal. So why was Ferham out in the plains, sitting on a log as she seemed to be scanning something on a handheld computer device. Her green eyes seemed glued to the screen, every so often tilting the small LCD screen device this way and that, as if she was scanning for something. Who could she be out here looking for, and at this hour? Her large red wings were folded behind her back and she sat back a bit relaxed with her legs crossed, looking perhaps a bit less like the armored robot woman she was and more like a refined and elegant lady. Her elbow was set against her lap as she continued to scan, more or less in total silence. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' The weather seemed warm enough that Alden was not too concerned about it. He decided to explore more of the multiverse, and after checking a couple farms (they were novelties to him for the most part, especially after learning the lack of meat plants on most of the worlds) he simply decided to roam on the nearby plains. At this time, he was simply walking around, alternating between glancing at the are around him and back, back at a handheld device he had as if trying to make up his mind on something. That and he was eating a strip of cooking bacon from a small bag on his belt. He is so distracted he almost does not spot Ferham just sitting there in the open!.      The sight of the reploid derails his train of thought, and he decides to approach for a better look, he even waves one hand towards her!. "Hello." he chirps, friendly as usual. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham tilts the device and looks over her shoulder as she apparently notices she has some company. Her eyes narrowed a little before widening again, her device giving an odd ping.      "Duke...?"      She rose up from the log and uncrossed her legs, walking closer. Ferham was deceptively tall, looking like she was about 6-feet tall even before the heels of her boots accented it even further, and those were some high-heeled boots she was wearing.      "No, it's not," she muttered to herself and shook her head a little. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," she put a hand on her hip, the other at her forehead as looked a little embarrassed at her mistake. "You're from the same race, though, I assume, Gabumon, yes?" she asked, tilting her head a little. "I'm Ferham, a member of the confederacy," hey, least she was honest! 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden does some scanning of his own, narrowing his eyes, and checking on the odd handheld of his own for several moments, seems whatever result he got was not 'bad' so he puts it away. The mention of that name makes him shake his head.      "Sorry, I am not duke, not familiar with him." he begins, before smiling, "I'm Alden... and yeah! I am a gabumon!". He thinks for a moment, before smiling, "And, I am not.. a member of anything." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham clicks off the device. "I'm sorry, this was just a device I was using to try and find energy signatures, thought a friend of mine might be out here," she noticed the somewhat careful scrutiny the Gabumon levied her way and shook her head a little.      "Just so you know, I'm not evil, I can't speak for every member of the confederacy, but..." she shrugged, her red lips together as she peered down at him.      "Nice to meet you Alden, My friend was a Guilmon X, I don't suppose you've seen any of those around here?" slowly, Ferham moved to the log to sit down again, one of her legs rising up as she crossed her legs again, sitting back. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden smiles and shakes his head, "Nah, I was wondering if you were a digimon." he admits, rubbing the back of his head a bit. "That is a handy device, I can only sense digimons and scan them." he explains a bit.      "I'm a good guy too, so no worries." he admitedly confuses the 'not evil' with 'good guy', but he is kind of naive at times. He walks closer, and offers her one hand, "Nice to eet you Ferham!" he replies, before looking around for a moment, "Guilmon x... never saw one." he says after a moment, "how does he look like?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I've had some success locating your kind on electromagnetic wavelengths," Ferham peered over at Alden, before smiling a little. "No, I'm not a digimon, I'm a Reploid, a humanoid robot," she continued her smile as she reached over and shook the Gabumon's hand in return, noticing the pelt that seemed to shroud him like a coat.      "He's a large bipedal red draconic creature, with horns and a series of black ring markings over his arms and legs," Ferham gestured with a hand in the air, indicating the relative height. "It's alright if you haven't seen him, I appreciate it anyway," her hand was sort of like a five-fingered black padded glove, though pointed at the fingertips, it seemed. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden nods a few times, "I will try to pay attention." he says, "He sorta sounds like a tyranomon.." he muses, rubbing his chin, "But a lot smaller."he says casually. He wears teh garurumon pelt on his back, over his arms, and his head, it covers the top of his snout and eyes!.      He holds her hand a few moments, simply feeling it, before letting go, "A robot?, that sounds cool." he says, smiling back, "Do you eat food?, I have some bacon if you'd like some." he asks. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Hmm," Ferham lit the small screened device (it looked somewhat like an iphone, in fact it likely was, just with custom apps installed) and pressed the touch screen a few times with her thumb, apparently looking up the species he spoke of. "Sort of," she said a little slowly, noticing the resemblance thanks to the shape of the head. She was sure to give his hand a few shakes before he let go, seeming to be friendly, at least.      "You think I'm cool? well I'm flattered," she said in a matter of fact tone, meaning it. "I find your species pretty interesting as well, you're digital, yet behave like organic life, but you don't seem to follow the same biological patterns.." she mused.      "Like your pelt, fur on a mammal is usually well... less of a piece of clothing, and grows out of the skin," she apparently had realized that he seemed to be wearing it rather than growing it. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden looks at his own handheld device, the D-Arc, and begins to search for the 'guilmon x' name. "Hmm... I don't have info on guilmon x... but I do have a bit of info on a guilmon!" he says, showing the screen to her. There is a nice snapshot picture of a guilmon, the species name, and a few stats. "I guess he looks kinda like that?".      He grins at the mention of his furpelt, and with a bit of a blush, he moves it around, "I am not sure how it works either, I only know I always have this cloak when I turn into a gabumon." he says, "It's a part of my data." he says softly. "I never tried to see what might happen if I tried to evolve without it... but I feel better wearing as much as possible." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham looked at his screen, leaning closer after a few moments as if excited by seeing it. "He looks a lot like that, yeah," she recalled the offer of bacon, slowly shaking her head. "That's alright, I appreciate the offer however," she looked back at the screen and seemed interested in the statistics.      "I see, I'm intrigued by how that works, it's a lot different than how organics work, that's for sure," she smiles again, nodding. "I do the same with my armor suit, most of the time--I don't like to be caught in a dangerous situation without it," she relaxes back with her legs crossed, seeming to feel safe around this digital being for the moment. "So what is that you have there?" she points to Alden's D-tector, apparently having never seen a digimon with a tamer before. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden smiles and nods a few times, "Anytime!" he chirps contently, his attention moving back towards the hand held item in his hand, showing it to her a bit. "I only know that we are made of data, I guess that's what allows us to do the things we do." he says, grinning. "Well, my pelt is tough, but is not that great for protection.      The question for the device is answered promplty. "It's my D-Arc... well, technically it is my tamer's... but he is not around." he says. He presses a few buttons, to change to a display of his own stats. "It's hmm, it has information on my status... it can scan other digimon, search info by name... it allows me to use digimon cards for improving my stats, get some items, or digivolve..." he continues, "I can enter the D-Arc and remain in there for a while too." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, I see. Sorry to hear that," Ferham looked down a little, apparently realizing that meant they were either separated or worse. "I'm sorry, if there is anything I can do for you though... please just ask," she pushed herself up a little, taking stock of the D-arc's data on it's tiny screen. "Huh, that's handy," she blinked, realizing he could apparently go inside it and hang out there, that was a novel idea.      "Sort of like the devices the pokemon trainers use, you might want to be careful about going into it around people, though--they might carry you off inside it, unless it has some form of security," she pondered aloud. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden blinks as she mentions that and nods, "Oh yeah, while I can come out on my own... it only works if there is room around it for me to appear." he says, "So I try to avoid doing it if i can help it... it normally does not work with anyone but my tamer but... that feature is not working due to an incident in the past." he explains, tail twitching slowly.      He smiles and shakes his head, "It's fine, for now, perhaps I can stay here a bit?" he says, "Did you ever see a digimon digivolve?" he asks curiously, perhaps just wanting to change the topic. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Hmm, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Ferham shook her head. "If there is damage to it however, maybe it can be repaired?" she seemed to be curious, but she wasn't being too aggressive about it, either.      "I have, actually, my Guilmon friend was able to transform into a large man-sized dragon form, what sort of form can you change into?" she seemed pleasantly curious, folding her gloved hands over her lap, cocking her head a little as she watched him. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden smiles, "I don't mind talking about it really." he says, "I was really... damaged when a certain thing from my home dimension almost deleted me, my tamer rescued me but well, the damage is not on my D-Arc, it's my own data that is messed up." he says softly, "So basically, anyone would use it and it will work on me." he says. "I sometimes wonder if my data might be modified by people, or my D-arc be improved!... but I feel nervous about it.".     . "If you want, and are willing to help, can show you my next two evolutions, I can go all the way to Ultimate, but it is kind of hard." he says, smiling, "I turn into a big wolf, as tall as a man!, and an even taller werewolf, think someone called it werewolf." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I understand, that sounds like it must be frightening," Ferham frowned a little, as she looked over Alden, shaking her head again a little. "I'm sorry you had that happen to you, but what do you mean, how can I help?" Fer seemed a little surprised by the question, willing to help.      "Alright, well what do you need me to do?" she asked, finally uncrossing her legs and standing up from the log she had been sitting on. She rose to her full height, but didn't seem to be trying to be intimidating, at least. Putting a hand on her hip, she gestured to him. "Okay, so what do I do first?" she asked. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden nods and jumps of the log... which does little to change his height, he might end up shorter than before!. He reaches for a couple of cards from the card box on the belt he was wearing, hands them to her, then allows her to hold the D-arc. "Just slide the cards through the reader slot when I tell you, one at a time, ok?".      The cards were similar, saying digivolution on top, and Evolution plugin-E and -S respectively, and some text describing effects from a trading card game. Alden walks a few feet away. "Ok, do one now!".      When Ferham tries that, there is a sudden burst of light from the D-Arc. At the same time, the gabumon's shape begins to glow brightly, the digimon's seeming to dissapear in a burst of voxels, only to be replaced with a much larger, and different creature. "Digivolve too... Garurumon!" he barks, and when the light fades, Ferham can inmediatly notice how similar the Gabumon's pelt was to the fur on the wolfish digimon, except for the size of course. It was rather tall, and seemed powerful and regal!... that lasted until he sat on his haunches and itched his left ear with a hindpaw, tongue hangign from his open muzzle like an oversized dog. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Huh, these seem like they're important, Alden, be sure to only give these to people you trust," Ferham warns a little, then inspects the card. Huh, metallic edge lined cards, interesting. She briefly scanned the text on the cards, raising a brow before she did what he told her, and slipping the card through the slot on the device.      "Huh, larger than I imagined," Ferham blinked, once the large blue and white furred wolf was sitting there instead of the small bipedal mammal lizard from before. "Looks like someone got some upgrades," she grinned, walking around the white giant wolf form. It seemed like to her he was around the size of a liger, but more squat. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden remains sitting on the ground, with his maw open, panting happily, and basically destroying any illusion of being a dangerous, fearsome beast with a derpy expression, and that long, whippy tail wagging slowly behind him. He admires the reploid in turn, sniffing the air. "Glad you approve." he barks, suddenly shaking himself a bit.      "When you are ready, use the next card." he says, suddenly rolling onto his back and streetching, almost looking like a pet dog asking for bellyrubs. "But not in a rush if you had questions or something." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Before using the D-tector again, Ferham has to move closer and give the panting Garurumon a pat and stroke the side of his head with her gloved hand, she's never been this close to a friendly large liger/wolf that can talk before, after all. "Just don't lick and slobber on me, alright?" she smiled, peering over at his whip-like tail, nodding a little. "You remind me of a feline mixed with a canid, I'm impressed," she blinked.      "Of course, when Alden rolls on his back, belly-rubs are delivered--gently scritching his chest ruff around his ribs and below his throat area, there. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''     Alden was not quite expecting the tummyrubs, his left hindleg kicking happily, his oversized forepaws curled on his chest while he smiled to the reploid, "I make no promises." he teases, but settles with a gentle nuzzling in return, smiling gently and relaxing, he rumbles contently. "You are the first person to scritch my chest like that, well, besides my tamer, he thought i was cute." he says with a chuckle. He looks at one of Ferham's wings curiously.      "Can you fly?" he asks casually, relaxed. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I don't mind animals," Ferham caught herself a little there, "I mean, rather fond of cats and dogs, I have a pet fox, too--though she's robotic," laughing a little softly when the giant wolf-tiger nuzzles her. She nods to his question. "Yes, I can, these my stabilizers, of sorts, I fly by anti-gravity, these allow me to control where I go," she explained, giving a few more gentle pats to the tiger-wolf's head and chest before she stood back up.      "So, you had another form to show me?" she raised a brow, stepping back a few paces before raising the Digivice and card again. She slides it through again, this time making it a more flashy movement with both arms sliding the card through the slot. "I'm getting good at this!" 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden rolls onto his paws slowly afterwards, streetching a bit at the explanation, "Cool! that might be how I can fly in my Ultimate stage, not sure how it works." he says softly, his tail wagging rapidly from the pats. "Yep, in fact, feel quite good right now. I think I might go all the way to ultimate for a bit if you want, don't think I'll have to be fighting today anyway." he says.      The fancy slashing motion earns a happy bark from the wolf, "Good!" he manages, before the light flashes again. If Ferham was able to see through the light at him, she might see that basically he goes into a wireframe, his fur and detals fading into voxels, before the wireframe is replaced with a different one, and the 'data' returns to rebuild him. It all happens very, very fast, but she might be able to spot it, robot and all.      "Weregarurumon!". He howls as he finishes the transformation, now standing on two feet, a tall, toned looking bipedal wolf creature!, he is wearing pants, and a single shoulder pad, kneepads, and metal knucles!, in all, he looks fierce!. "Ta dah!" he says with a cheery tone. He has a talent to make himself look friendly apparently, smiling like that. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Fly, in your ultimate sta--" Ferham doesn't get the chance to finish that question, having slashed the card, the transformation immediately began. She closed her eyes partially and half-covered her face with her forearm as the bright corona of light seemed to half-blind her. She was able to see after a few seconds however, as he seemed to reform via wireframe and pixels into what looked like a giant anthro wolf man!      "What the--" Ferham blinked and seemed dazed as she was suddenly standing there with such a tall and rough but brave-looking werewolf. She definitely noticed the strong bicep and adominal muscles, at that.      "Oh my, looking good there," she raised her gloved hand to her lips and blew the Weregarurumon a kiss, smiling as she teased him just a bit. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Alden smiles, "Yeah, i can fly around in my ultimate stage." he says in reply, apparently not quite noticing he was causing a reaction on Ferham. The praise, and that kiss makes him blush redly, one hand reaching to rub the back of hsi head. "Thank you!" he says softly, his tail starting to wag again while he pads closer to her. "It's a bit odd being this tall when most of the time I am so little." he says with a chuckle. "But I feel really strong." he growls, punching the air a few times, "Also helps to have hands so I can use my D-arc as well." he says with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The teasing apparently pays off, but she's a little wide-eyed when the werewolf suddenly approaches her, making him bashful apparently is going to come back on her. She leans back just a bit as he punches the air a bit, noticing his large fists. "Yeah, you seem fairly anthropomorphic in this state, you should be able to use most of the same tools a human can," she nodded, keeping her distance for the moment, but the wolf-man looks like he's quite a bit taller and faster than she is on foot.      "You uh, sure are quite a big guy, in this state too," she seems to be in a mixture of amusement and awe still, nodding. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' Fortunately, or unfortunately, he was not aware he was teasing poor Ferham, instead just finally standing in front of her, admiring his hands, "It's a shame I don't have these hands and arms on my next stage." he says softly, even as he raised one arm and flexed it, showing the muscles a bit, he was not really showing off,just looking at it. "They can be really useful.". He is still smiling and seemed to calm a little bit from his previous blush. "Yeah, but there are digimon that are a lot bigger than me, almost wish I was one of those." he replies with a chuckle, "Even like this I met digimon that are able to make this feel tiny." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oh? what is your next stage like?" Ferham still held the digivice and the cards, though she had clasped the two together in one hand as she stood there. As the Weregarurumon blushed though, she seemed to go a bit wide-eyed at the rather raw and manly display of muscles going on there, however. She has to shake herself a bit since she finds herself staring.      "Woah, I mean, uh, that's a pretty strong form you have there!" she nodded a bit quickly, stuttering just a little. She was clearly taken back by this!      "Huh? how many digimon are bigger than... that," she raised a shaky hand to Alden, having seen Gaonoir before, she knew they could be pretty large, however... 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:''' &t Alden ponders the question, "Well, that tyranomon is bigger than me!, there are digimon that are many times taller than me." he says softly, looking down at himself. "Many types." he says softly, "In some cases I can't even reach their knees." he says with a chuckle.     . The question about what type of digimon he was made him smile, reaching into the cardbox with those big digits, and managing to pull out a blue colored card. "Use that one." he says. Even as he takes a deep breath to relax, showing off his chest a bit, "It's a bit harder to use, but I think it will be ok, been resting a lot and was planning to go back home in a bit anyway." he says happily, streetching his arms. "You will see, it's a kind of machine." he says. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, yeah but he was also a lot less, erm... humanoid, so kind of hard to gauge," she nodded a little, looking like she might stumble over her high-heeled booted feet. "Oh, alright, let me see here..." Ferham stepped back, clearly blushing a bit herself, darn Weregarurumon--and stood ready to swipe the cards again.      "Lets see here... Card Slash!" Fer swiped the card through the D-ark, this time with what seemed like blue light glowing out of the edges of the card as she did so, her hands raised up to just in front of her face, making this look quite... dramatic, to say the least.      "Evolution!" she called out, for some reason--perhaps not knowing why she did herself. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden nods a few times, "True." he muses, rubbing his chin with one paw, ears twitching in the air while he thought about a digimon name. The fancy pose, and the way she moved, even the call, took him by surprise, blinking a bit, she started to remind him of his tamer!.      The transformation works similarly as last time, he plays along, by barking "Were garurumon digivolve to....". The wireframe process happens again, but this time, the figure seemed shorter, similar to the Garurumon!. "MetalGarurumon!". He howls as it finishes, standing still for a few moments. "If you press the side buttons, and pick the third option you can see through my eyes." he explains to her. The wolf was similar in size to Garurumon, and what little of him that was exposed, shared the same fur, but the rest of him seemed to be covered in armor. The only readily visible weapons being a pair of rocket/missile pods on his foreshoulders. He also has a pair of small 'wings' on his shoulders, in a position similar to wings. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      After the flashy digivolution had taken effect, she was bathed in the light of the glorious evolution, standing there as a winged silhouette against it. Once the werewolf had assumed a more... quadriped form, she clapped a little, setting the card and D-ark down before picking them up again.      "Very nice, you look almost like a Reploid now," she seemed to be curious about that, walking about him again to clank a gloved hand against his side, taking a look at the missile pods.      "You're pretty heavily armored, too, and your wings look sort of like a similar design to mine, with those fixed wings," she nods, understanding what he meant about his 'ultimate' form now. Jet missile wolf! 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''      Alden smiles and takes a few steps, his legs seeming mechanical as he moved, smooth movements, his 'tail' waving slowly behind him. "This is my strongest form for now." he says softly, smiling, well, he was, but not likely to be seen with the metal mask covering most of his head. If she checks the view command on the D-Arc, she might see that he seems to have a targetting system, as he scans the area. "I have a lot of missiles." he says with a grin, "And a freeze beam." he adds.      He spreads his legs a bit, getting steady on the ground and lowers his head, "Watch this.", a series of clicking noises while the hidden missile ports on his body all open, they were hidden all over his form, shoulders, both pairs of legs, on his shoulders beneath the larger pods, even the joint of his hindlegs (knee) seemed to slide to the side to reveal a small gunport. A larger missile raising from his back. He does not fire anything, he just displays the hidden projectiles, before everything clicks close, "They are guided, well, most of them." he says, raising his head. "Individually they are not that strong, but they can cover a fair bit of ground." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham raised the D-ark to her face and checked the screen, noticing the apparent view out of Alden's eyes, and the heads-up display/targeting system he seemed to have. She looked up just in time to step back as she allowed him to demonstrate.      "Huh, you're basically missiles on missiles on over there," Ferham seemed impressed, but more in a 'hey nice guns' sort of way than before, making an obvious pun on 'muscles on muscles' there.      "You seem like you're pretty strong in this form, I'll remember it for when I'm in trouble," she smiled, giving the giant mechanical wolf a respectful salute there. "Are you going to be okay like this? You probably used a lot of energy just to show me this... maybe I ought to buy you lunch," she offers. 

:'''{{#var:930|Alden (930)}} has posed:'''     Alden chuckles a bit at that, getting the play on words for once and shaking himself once all the ports are closed. He extends the small wings, which unfold, and show a bright glow on the extended ends, taking a small running lap around Ferham and raising, circling the air, "Sorry, just wanted to fly a bit." he explains.      The offer for food makes him smile, "I think I'll take you on that one, starting to feel like I would use a good meal." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Woo!" Ferham blinked in surprise and seemed to duck a little as the giant mecha-wolf jumped into the air, then did a circle around her. Her own wings fanning out from her back, she rises up into the air slowly ot hover a bit, before she nods to him.      "Wanna fly with me? I know a good spot in the Straits I think to get barbecue," she realized the digimon likely wanted something hearty, and protein filled.      "I still got your digivice, will give it when we get there," she grinned, rising up into the air and beginning to sail off into the air. 

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3578/Confed Slumber Crew

2015-12-28T04:14:34Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The guest quarters of the citadel were a good as spot as any to conduct such a get together as this. Ferham hadn't been able to get together with Sanary and Yari for some time now, so she decided to make this a night of relaxing amusement--she'd even extended the invitation to an honored guest of her's, namely Princess Peach. Ferham would show up in full armor, along with a bag, getting her and her things checked out by the guards before she headed in, getting to the door of Yari's (newly repaired) lodging.      The signs of the action that had taken place in Yari's quarters had been mostly obliterated by clean up crews and repair, it housed her bed, a small table with some refreshments (not as if Ferham hadn't brought her own) and an entertainment center. As Ferham plunked the bag down, she'd seen to bringing along some added things of her own--food stored in capsules (courtesy of capsule corp) along with a few holochips for a holographic television display array, (Ferham had brought along 'how to train your dragon' as a gag on Yari, shhh Au'ra are sensitive) as well as some spare beds and other furniture--again, capsules were handy. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari is wearing a cute pair of flannel pink pajamas, with turtles on them! Speaking of, Trooper Constantine the turtle is balancing on her head as she enters her room again, fresh from a bath! The ninja smiles at Ferham in her armor. "...I'd have thought you'd go for something a little more comfortable, but I can't complain about readiness, Miss Ferham. It's good to see you." Reeeach! Yari pulls the bot in for a nice hug! Constantine makes turtle sounds! Linh, for her part, is with another villager for the night! She looks over what Ferham's done! "It looks extra cosey! What did you have in mind for tonight?" This whole thing is new to Yari, after all! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      It had taken some convincing, but Sanary's finally been separated from her weapons and armor! Sort of. The gunaxe and heavy armor are in the next room rather than being worn on her person, and she's even dressed properly for once in a loose t-shirt and fleece pajama pants! She's still got a folded up riot-shield on hand, of course, but she's hoping she won't need to use it tonight. The shirt is a relatively muted yellow, but only in comparison to the garish traffic-cone orange pants.      She hasn't come empty-handed, of course, bringing along her usual stash of unhealthy fried street cart spring rolls and chicken chunks along with a fresh batch of curry. Setting those items aside (and the shield by the beds), she moves over to flop right onto one of the beds.      "Heeey, Ferham. Yari. I think we're supposed to watch bad movies and eat too much or something. Is there a kind of... Uh. Structure to this, or is this gonna be more of a free for all?" She sounds legitimately curious as she sits back up, her uncovered eye flitting from person to person rapidly. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:'''      Peach came with Ferham, not one to pass up an invitation like this from a friend. She has changed into something more comfortable, and as she re-enters the room she's dressed in a dressed in a pretty pink nightgown with a white and pink 'toad spot' pattern lining the edge of the skirt. She smiles to Yari, Ferham, and Sanary, offering the latter a friendly wave as it seems she had just arrived. She then chuckles at Sanary's question before turning to Ferham and Yari. "I'm afraid if there is a rule to how a girls night like this is supposed to unfold, I don't know. First time doing something like this." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A wild Sanary approaches! Yari smiles as she plops down onto the bed on her stomach. Constantine remains perched. "Bad movies...food...this will be good for morale! Officer Rondel, I move to make this a part of our weekly regime." She teases. Oh, and hugs for Sanary and Peach, too! She's feeling a bit clingy after all that's happened as of late. One of those spring-rolls is snared, and she starts to nibble on it, feeding bits of veggies to Constantine. "So how are you three? We've all been busy as of late it seems." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham for her own credit, has brought her own set of pajamas, red silk shirt and pants--which she hasn't popped out of the miniaturized capsule, yet. As her heeled boots click against the dun realtai's citadel floors, she had a little guest of sorts with her, her support unit, the holographic emitting 3-tailed fox drone accompanies here and Peach as they settle in. "Don't be afraid of Trance here, girls, she's pretty house trained," Ferham smirked, noticing the light growl and yip coming from the tiny bot before it re-cloaks itself. Disguising itself was it's instinct more or less, after all.      Activating her armor program, Ferham flashes out of her armor and into the black form-fitting undersuit beneath it, though she doesn't get into her pajamas just yet.      "I think you two have met, Princess Peach and Yari--though not sure if you've met my other friend, this is Sanary Rondel, cleric and fighter," Ferham pauses a moment. "I realize we're all in the confederacy, besides Peach, but she seems to be pretty casual around us 'evil' types, eh?" Ferham giggles a little, clearly making a reference to how much time Peach spent with Bowser and various other assorted villains. TEC, Grodus, ect. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute is a man. And men have certain duties. When he asked if he could tag along to a sleepover, and was told no? It became his duty, as a man, to figure out what exactly is going on at this sleepover.      He stands outside the castle, knowing through his sources that this is where it will take place. His outfit is different than usual, black and grey camo. Something that will blend in agaisnt the walls of a castle, should he need to scale it. He stands against the tower, looking up. Climbing this will be a... difficult thing to do. But first, he has to make sure that this is the right place.      An Unknown moves off of his body, out from under his shirt's back. It flies up, towards the windows. Lute looks through this eye, and controls it. Once he finds the right window? He has it slide onto the wall, looking like nothing but an engraving along it. It slowly moves up, taking a place on the ceiling. No one ever looks at the ceiling, after all.      And then, he grabs ahold of the brig. And, he begins to scale the tower.      This might take him a bit. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Sounds like a first for a bunch of us, then." Sanary laughs broadly, reaching over to mess with Yari's hair briefly before snapping her a lazy salute. "Motion granted. Proceed to.. Uh. Proceeding." She laughs again before grabbing some chicken for herself. There's plenty to last them the night and then some!      Although considering how greasy that bag is, they probably shouldn't try to finish it all.      Squeaking lightly at the hug, Sanary returns it before popping a chunk of chicken into her mouth. "Busy with homework and training, mostly. Trying to get more prepared for the new... " She pauses, looking over at Peach before shrugging and continuing. "New position. Yeah, me and Peach met a while back. First time outside of a joint op, though, I think? "      Should she be more careful letting that sort of information go? Maybe. But this is place of relaxation, so she's not going to let that little detail restrain her! She grins and takes another bite of chicken, then turns to Ferham. "Thanks for setting this up, by the way. After this last month, I think we've been needing this sort of break." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:'''      Peach smiles to Sanary and joins her in grabbing some chicken and also a spring roll. "Yes, that's true, it'll be nice actually getting to talk to you without a battle looming over it all. A nice, relaxing night, together, this should be great. I'm glad I could make it. I also enjoy seeing other castles too. It's neat to see the ways they are different, and yet also the same in some ways." She says before taking a few bites of chicken and turning to Yari and Ferham. "So how have you both been lately? Things gotten any less harrowing Yari?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's a holo-fox! She reaches out, but too late! The ninja looks slightly sad! No fox-pets for her. "She's cute. I...I love animals." Blush. It seems Yari's letting her hair down, both figuratively and literally, undoing her ponytails and letting her hair out. She stands up, and flicks it dramatically, likely for Lute's Unown to see! So very majestic is Yari in that cute outfit! Yari likewise nods to Sanary. "Training, working on my skills in Tenra, and...well, I enrolled in a martial artist's academy to improve my skills and...well, the rest is classified." She has a scary, scary martial artist to watch out for after all! Peach has Yari sighing. "Thankfully here things have been quiet, but I've had a few more attempts by hired assassins. Nothing myself and Sanary couldn't handle. And affairs in other worlds have been just as difficult." No rest for the wicked. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      As the Unown gets into the wall and peeks around, it gets a bird's eye view of the girls inside--Ferham for example has shrugged into the red silk pajamas--scratch that, the red silk kimono with birds in flight on it that Yari had given her for christmas--over her black skintight undersuit. She looks fairly comfortable in it, all things considered, as she sets up one of the holovid TVs.      "So, you girls want to watch How to Train Your Dragon... or Powerdrill Massacre first? By the way, you girls haven't heard of this Merlin fellow have you? Some kind of young weirdo that calls himself that, anyway," Ferham wasn't the best at gossip, for example she hadn't been discussing anyone back at base, rather just something random she'd run into lately.      "It's no problem, hon," Ferham smiles to Sanary, then peers at Peach. "Tonight you might say, our princess is in /this/ castle," Fer winked. Boo.      Noticing that Yari is friendly, the Au'Ra might feel a little tickle against her ankle as the holo-fox noses and brushes against it, the thermoptic blur of it not too difficult to see as it quickly scampers off. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      All of the girls are in pajamas. One is in a kimono style thing, and another is in a nightgown. Lute prays to himself slightly that Sarracenia /never/ hears of this. After all, if she learns that Lute snuck in upon Peach in such a state, she would be jealous that he didn't sneak up on her first. Even if she would hammer him.      His hands grab hold of the stones. It's a long climb up, but he can do it. He's aided by one of his little tricks: His Unown have merged with his body, boosting his strength. He grits his teeth, slowly making it to the halfway point. Sure, he can already see what is going on. And he is looking in from above, meaning he gets some nice angles. But, as a MAN, he understands the difference between seeing it through his own eyes, and seeing it through the eyes of an Unown.      He's going to be a bit sweaty by the time he gets there, though. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Should she mention anything about what she's heard from Sarracenia? Probably not. Sanary's not quite in the mood to mess with anyone tonight, and Peach does seem nice enough. Instead, she seems content to just relax with the other women tonight, and she moves over to grab a spring roll for herself, clothing sizes be damned!      Like Yari, the cleric lets her own hair down as well. It's surprisingly long considering the length of her usual ponytail, although it's probably apparent that she doesn't know quite how to take care of it as well as someone with that hair should. And of course, she isn't wearing those bindings she usually does considering how this isn't a combat situation!      Definitely an easier way to relax tonight.      "Dragon training or... Aren't power drills those building tools?" Sanary starts snickering almost immediately. "Can't see how anyone would be dumb enough to get killed by that, but that does sound pretty crappy. That's getting my vote~" She raises an eyebrow at the mention of a Merlin, but shrugs lightly before flopping back onto the bed.      "Doesn't ring a bell. Someone we should be worried about?" She strokes her chin lightly while peering at the ceiling, not really seeming to notice the Unown up there despite looking right at it. Through the Unown, meanwhile, Lute would probably be getting an eyeful at that precise angle. "Well, we've probably got enough firepower between the four of us if he is." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:'''      Peach finishes the chicken and retreats to a bed to lay on her stomach as she nibbles on a spring roll. She groans and rolls her eyes though at Ferham's bad joke. "Wow, I can't believe you went there... At least this time I'm not in the dungeon." She muses with a chuckle. At the mention of movies, her expression brightens.     "Ooh, a movie with dragons? That sounds exciting. That other one sounds scary, haven't really watched any horror movies before." She then shrugs and chimes in with Sanary about Merlin. "I haven't heard of him either. Neat name though, sounds like something from an old storybook." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' /FROWN/! Ferham gets a glare! "...Not a dragon." She mutters, only to stick her tongue out at the angel-bot! Then she puts on that kimono, and all is forgiven! Yari hops up, puts down Constantine, and then walks over to Ferham. Taking a hand, she'll try to spin around the reploid in a little dance to get that kimono to flow properly! "You actually brought it! You look wonderful in it, Miss Ferham! Does it fit? Do you like it?" Comes Yari, a little eager to make sure her friend likes her present! When she calms, it's back to animal-pets, with Trance and Constantine the focus of her attentions! Content lizards. She hasn't noticed Lute yet! ...Surely Yari wouldn't sell him out, right? Then Ferham gets a thrown pillow for that joke! "I agree with Sanary. ...Plus it could be educational." She hasn't yet added 'how to kill a man with power tools' to her repetoire yet. As for Merlin? The ninja goes quiet. "We've talked before. I think he's the magical advisor here. He's generally harmless in his acts that I've seen, but I wouldn't underestimate his abilities if you catch him in a combat situation." She warns to the others. Peach puts in her vote! "I hope the film isn't au'ra prejudiced." Hufff! Then she offers tea to the Princess. It may or may not be spiked pig's blood tea, because this is Yari and Sanary in the room. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Real talk, did Bowser ever actually keep you in a dungeon?" Ferham grins as she slides over to Peach, apparently wanting some of that lucrative info. "I mean, I've done some reading--he's kidnapped you a lot, are you sure he didn't just have a major crush on you? Wanting to be your queen and all that?" Uh oh... it begiiiins! The girltalk commences!      "Oh I bought a few movies, Ghost, with uh... who's this human--Oh, Patrick Swayze, he looks a little like a slab of beef crossed with a cliff face," she squints at the various readouts she has on the capsulized holo disks. "Gigli... wait, how'd that get in there," she quickly picks that one up and moves to flick it out the window with her thumb. Of course, as it barrels down the side of the castle, it's liable to pass mighty close to Lute who's climbing up towards the window.      "Well, very easily apparently, according to how gory it is," Ferham peers at the other movie container as she replies to Sanary. "What, not as fancy as your gun-axe there?" she grins at the cleric, raising her brow. She's twirled by Yari, laughing as the Au'Ra messes with her and dances about.      She ducks as the pillow sails over her head, a bit later. "Okay, pillow fight, the gauntlet has been cast," she snickers. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      The movie does, in fact, fly rather close to Lute. Sure, he is boosted in strength at the moment. But, the tape hitting his head still throws him off just enough. His head tilts back as it is hit, his grip slips, and he falls down to the ground. He crashes face first into the ground, slightly buried, before pulling up and looking up again. Frowning.      "...I /will/ get up there," he mutters to himself.      He starts climbing again, trying to consider whether he wants to cheat and use his Pokemon to fly him up. That'd be more noticable, though. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:'''      Peach accepts the offered tea, taking a sip after a moment and blinking at the taste, which was unusual to say the least. "What kind of tea is this? It tastes... strange." She was trying to not be mean but she didn't exactly like it. Ferham's question is a welcome distraction. "Actually he did. The first few times he kidnapped me he just locked me away. It wasn't till later that he got the idea that he wanted me to be his queen. Of course, even then, he would throw me in the dungeon when I said no, keeping me there until I said yes, or got rescued. I'll leave it up to you to guess which happened first." She says with a laugh. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary lets out a half-whistling noise at that twirl, rolling herself over onto her stomach to peer at the Au'ra and Reploid. "That /is/ a nice dress... Fancy. Good to know we can all have a night out some time, then~" She props herself up on her elbows to slip two necklaces back into the inside of her shirt, then rests her chin on her hands. Both Yari and Lute might recognize their own respective necklaces!      "A skilled magic user... Hmm. I should probably meet this guy sometime, then. Er. Merlin, not... Bowser?" That name actually rang a bell. A very distant, possibly broken and not very loud bell, but a bell nonetheless! Of course, the talk of dungeons draws a raised eyebrow towards Peach. She isn't quite sure what to think of that, but it's definitely something to file away for later.      If she even remembers it, anyway. "Beef mountain? That doesn't sound too bad, either..." Is that a vote change for Ghost or more food? "I just can't see a dinky little construction tool being all that useful compared to... Hell, compared to a sword." She laughs and peers at Peach again, snickering lightly at the response to Ferham's question. "Is he cute, at least? And... Uh. What's a pillow fight?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari looks to Peach. "I've never met this 'Bowser'? What's he like?" A glance to the others. "Is he one of ours? He sounds like he'd almost fit in here. If he was a girl, anyway." Not that Yari's too picky on that end, sleepovers are fun! Then Ferham's chucking out that video! "Careful! What if Mister Gawain is on patrol down there?" Frown! Don't hurt her favorite sun-knight Ferham! Still, even Yari has to get up and duck a return pillow! One pillow goes flying out the window towards Lute! And he might notice Yari's tail sticking out too! A handhold!? "I can admire any man with that much determination! Truly, he scaled the kidnapping wall! It's to be commended. Though his actual methods needs work. And you, Princess, need to learn how to pick locks." Yari elucidates Sanary by chucking a pillow, and then thwaping her with it! "We all smack and throw pillows until we admit defeat!" As an aside, she nods to Sanary! "He's interesting, certainly." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Did you guys hear something?" Ferham asks, perhaps having caught just a slight bit of Lute tumbling down the castle wall, peering out the window for a few moments before she shrugs a little, moving back away from the window sill. "Hey, careful there," she ducks again just in time so that the pillow goes right out the window. Looks like there's some kinda fight going on inside, from the outside, but no, it's just some confed girls (well, and Peach.)      "Huh, so he actually did lock you up the first few times? Men," she rolled her eyes. "Never know how to treat a lady right, but I guess you started getting control of him," Fer teases Peach a bit, she grabs a pillow and sends it sailing back towards Yari, after putting How to Train Your Dragon on first, anyway--she tones her strength way down for this too, far below her normal levels.      "Watch out there, don't fall out the window!" she cautions Yari, even as she ducks around the room in that elegant kimono. 

:'''{{#var:639|Merlin (639)}} has posed:'''     The presence of an intruder did not go unnoticed. For as long as Merlin has been at Dun Realtai, he's worked to improve the fortress's less physical defenses. And those defenses now are sounding, especially the extra wards and spells he'd cast around a certain au ra. She'd tried to come up with some excuse to 'go home' and leave, but Merlin had seen to her stay - it was far safer here than anywhere else. And his fears seem to be justified; the alarms in the wizard's tower spotted Lute a long time off.     Though in this case...he is certainly underprepared for any kind of mass murder. The intruder does have some kind of magic, which is worrisome, but it doesn't appear to be threatening...and there's only one of them. Then the realization of just what Lute's doing hits Merlin. "Bravo, my son. Bravo." Though to be honest he'd have thought it would have been that squire, Shirou, who would be the one to peep.     Or for that matter, all of the girls in the room to go peep on Gawain. Well, maybe he'll drop hints to that end later.     There might be a very small detectable flare of magic, as Merlin decides to give Lute a leg-up on his efforts. A small sphere of silence encapsulates the would-be ninja, letting sound in but not out. That should do a fine job of keeping his approach quiet, even if he does have good form scaling the walls. True, Merlin really shouldn't be helping out, but the wizard brushes such thoughts from his mind. He's got something fantastic on the seventy inch plasma screen TV in his room, and tonight's episode of Hot Confederate Girls Pillowfighting In Pajama could stand a little action. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Kidnapping's pretty... Could go either way. I mean, if he got through tough defenses? That's probably a good person to have arou-" A pillow whumps right into Sanary, drawing a startled meep from the healer! "Weh? Is that how it's gonna be, then?" As the pillow comes sliding off, there's a menacing grin on the healer's face as she catches it and raises it to her side.      It's a lot easier to look menacing than to actually be menacing with a freaking pillow, though. Even as she throws it back at Yari, it doesn't really fly at any angle that would even reach the Au Ra. It just sort of... Flops on the ground limply.      "... I meant to do that." She ducks and rolls dramatically to avoid another pillow headed for someone (that probably isn't anywhere near her), then picks up that pillow and tosses it again!      It misses again. It's hard to throw those without worrying about hurting someone, after all! 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      The sudden spell around Lute nearly causes him to stumble again. But, nothing happens. He doesn't realize what exacty the spell is. But, if it isn't hurting him? It can't be all that bad. Perhaps it is even... helping him?      He has decided that it isn't actually a spell, but a blessing and a newfound desire to keep climbing.      With newfound vigor, Lute climbs faster and faster. Now, he is just a couple of feet from the window. His goal. His truly noble goal. Even as the pillow comes flying out of the window, he manages to dodge it, narrowly. His body leans to the right, so it flies past him, only grazing him.      And at last, a handhold. He assumes it is for decoration. He reaches up, grabbing ahold of it.      Not realizing it is Yari's tail. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:'''      Peach nods to Ferham, and answers Yari's question as she responds. "Yeah, well, I don't think he's completely evil... or maybe he just can't bring himself to taking over my kingdom by force due to his feelings for me. But reguardless of how much 'good' may or may not be in him, I think he's been the lone power in his part of the world for too long and been given whatever he wants to the point where now he thinks no one should be able to tell him no. As for if he's cute... Well, if you're into dragon-turtles with spiky shells, maybe he's your guy. I mean, he's big and strong at least." She says before being a little distracted by the pillow fight, grabbing a nearby pillow and tossing it at Ferham while watching the movie out of the corner of her eye. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari has been pretty distracted, and thus she doesn't hear Lute! No, rather, she's wobbling from pillow-tosses, tail still dangling! "I won't fall. I am a ninja, Miss Ferham. Trust me, I've done bar crawls and then broke into high-sec buildings before. ...Awkward though, showing up in gym shorts and a t-shirt during infiltration." Not her best moment. For now, she simply listens to the others! Particularly about Bowser. Is that tail-tip flicking a bit more? AHEM! Sigh. "Sanary. Tomorrow. Morning. Throwing lessons!" This is Troop Trainer Yari speaking for a moment! Peeeeeer! Then she softens and smiles! Indeed, the ninja had /stayed/. Between reassurances, the foolishness of another, better-defended, /alerted/ castle, and of course a certain Linh and mage ensuring her car won't start, Yari is here! Just in time to get yanked by the tail! Yari falls back, about to pitch out the window! "Ahhhh! What's grabbing my tail!?" Someone better help her, or Lute better reach up higher for a better ninja handhold! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I still say he was crushing on her," Ferham muttered, in regards to Peach, Fer ducking around as Sanary joins in and tosses one at Yari, trying to grab another one of her own to send it too, at Yari. Poor Au'Ra, we're all ganging up on her. "Huh, so he's sort of... willful? Yeah, I get that with guys a lot," Ferham shrugged a bit at Peach, giggling at her response about Bowser. "No thanks, he's all yours," she shakes her head.      When Yari looks like she's falling back out the window of course, Ferham dashes in to try and grab her hand, or leg--whichever seemed to be appropriate. Of course, she did need to travel the half-room distance to get to her, it's not like she'd bump into Sanary--oh wait, she might. Whoops. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Dragon... Turtle? I really need to see this guy for myself one day." It'd be a lie to Sanary isn't at least a little curious. Big, strong, but throwing himself at Peach constantly to try and kidnap her? That had to be a sight. Her eye drifts to that movie every now and then, but it's clear that her attention is elsewhere with the pillow fight going on!      "Eh? ah.. Aye aye, ma'am!" She's snickering even as she says that, although she can't quite tell whether Yari's serious or not. Not that throwing practice wouldn't be a bad thing, but still. "Still, don't know if he's dating material, but... You got any interest for him, Peach?"      When Yari looks like she's about to go out that window, however, Sanary springs into action! Or waddles, considering that Ferham's on her back. She won't let that little detail stop her, though, and she just hurries along towards the Au Ra with a Reploid in tow! Even without proper preparation or a good spot for her foot, she still manages to get her arms firmly around Yari's legs! 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute is struggling. It's impossible for him to get footing on the wall again, not after grabing the tail. He can barely even see what is going on above him, once again nearly falling. He doesn't want to fall again, especially not this close. He survived earlier, but this far? He might go unconcious. He reaches up again, trying to find something, /anything/, to grab as a handhold. And one of the only things higher up to grab than the tail is Yari's... oh dear.      With that handhold grabbed, he grabs onto the windowsill himself, pulling himself up. He has little option now, but to pull himself into the room, at this point. At which point, unless he somehow accidentally pulled Yari out the window with him instead? He'll fall head first, rolling forward, until he ends upcrashing into the middle of the room, on his back. Dazed, and wondering what just happened. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "...He doesn't sound /that/ bad!' See, Bowser? Someone believes in you! And then she's yanked, and flailing! Only to be grabbed by the legs by Sanary, with Ferham in tow! The ninja is literally being pulled at two ends, her own hand reaching up to grab at the window-sill! She's straight up, eyes wide, as her poor sensitive tail is a handhold for Lute! She lets out an oddly girlish eeeeek, eyes watering! That thing isn't for pulling, Lute! And then eyes are wide, and Yari's /blushing/! When Lute tumbles in? The ninja falls forward, adjusting her pants into place, and then turning to Lute. "L...Logan!" She cries. She kneels down, embarrassed, annoyed, but concerned! "Are you okay!?" Some honest concern! And then, only after she's sure he's okay? There's a ninja fan drawn out! SWAT SWAT SWAT! "Bad Logan! Sneaking into other's quarters is my job, Sir! You should at least ask for permission, I'd have loved for you to join us!" SWAT! Poor Logan, Yari would have let you in at least. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:'''      "Oh no, I have no interest in him at all. Why do you think he kidnapps me? If I was willing to go out on a date with him, he wouldn't resort to such drastic measures. But I'd prefer someone a bit more human, no offense Yari." Peach responds, but then hears Yari yell and scrambles up with the others to try and save the Au Ra from falling out the window. Once that crisis is averted though, it seems they have a new visitor. It comes to Peach to ask the obvious question. "Why were you climing through the window? Were you trying to sneak a peek at us?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah, sentient, but definitely not human," Ferham had replied to Sanary, just before another scaly friend of theirs began to tumble out the window. The rush to get to Yari results in a clown car of girl, at first--with Fer winding up almost trampling over poor Sanary in the process. "Oh jeez watch out!" she yelps hurriedly, trying to get to Yari when suddenly--both Yari and LUTE of all people, come right through the window towards us. "Oh shiii--" Fer has to try and move back from Sanary before they all tumble into eachother.      "Okay, shakedown time," Ferham cracks her knuckles as at once, her electromagnetic whip appears in her hand, noticing the camouflage fatigues Lute was wearing, the femmebot looks like she means to use it, or at least menace Lute with it.      "WHY IS THERE A MAN IN OUR GIRLS ONLY SLUMBER PARTY!?" she bellows, likely loud enough for quite a few folks to hear. 

:'''{{#var:639|Merlin (639)}} has posed:'''     Oh sure, when /LUTE/ does it there's concern and invitations and spankings. When /MERLIN/ does it Bedivere yells at him and there are no spankings. "What might Gawain receive if he did that," the wizard wonders. Hmmm...maybe next time.     Meanwhile, Merlin settles back in for some shenanigans, pizza slice in hand. "Now now girls, you know the rules." Like the television listens to him. "Any boy breaking into a sleepover gets the makeup and hair curlers and has to be the prettiest thing in the room." Oh, and that silence spell? Poof. "Good luck~" Slippers go flying when the wizard kicks his feet up. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Sanary doesn't even make the connection right away when she just sees Lute on the floor next to the pile of people on top of her. Even when she's able to move again (not that she's complaining or anything), the Trainer just gets a surprised nod and wave from the cleric. "Hey, Lute. Didn't know you were coming tod.. Eh? Sneaking?"      She sounds confused. Why would Lute have to sneak up here? Unless... Oh. Ohhh. She leaves the three women to interrogate/thwack at him as she gets up slowly and dusts herself off. With pillow in hand (and spring roll wedged firmly in mouth), she starts taking light thwacks at him with it!      "Brfph! Mmrph... Bad Lute! Sneaking in and not telling me ahead of time..." She drops the pillow on his legs, then sits right on top of it all. "What do we do with him, anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute sits up in the spot, lifting his hands defensively. He is, in fact, somewhat surprsied that Yari is saying he could have come. The swatting form the ninja fan, though, helps him realize that yes, she is, in fact, mad. But not mad enough to risk deadly force. This is, in fact, a relief. He lifts his hands to cover his head, trying to defend himself somewhat. At least, Sanary seems to only be putting up a token effort, herself, more than anything.      He would feel somewhat safe if not for Peach accusing him of peeping, and more importantly, Ferham lifting up a whip.      But, he at least has an answer. An honest answer that, at least, Yari will probably support. And Sanary, too.      "I /did/ ask! But Ferham said I wasn't allowed! So yeah, I did the only logical thing I could think of doing and snuck up here to spy on you. Besides, I thought you'd probably be talking bad about me or something! Or, you know... Doing... /other/ things that girls do at slumber parties." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari? She's grinning. And when there's a Merlin offering some advice? Yari takes it. There's suddenly a kimono and a hair-curler in hand and tail. And walking towards Logan, and grinning, tail flicking jauntily. "Be still, Logan! ...You have been long overdue for a makeover. I think your wife will /love/ it." Oh yes, the Ninja will certainly take pictures and send them. Poor, poor Lute! A nod to Sanary. "Makeover." Dun dun duuuuuun! As it all ends? Yari does ruffle Lute. "Well, next time, you can come if you want. Just no spying under a truce or sleepover. And no, I wouldn't talk bad about you, I think you've been improving." Then she passes Lute a spring roll, and tosses one to the poofing Merlin! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Sigh, well we can murder him later, I suppose," Ferham doesn't seem to recall what Lute is talking about right away, before she remembers the radio conversation like a week ago. "I guess we can't be too hard on him for wanting to peep on royalty, like Peach over here," she snerks a little, before shrugging. Her whip isn't extended at the moment, so she's mainly standing there in the red silk kimono with her arms crossed.      Ferham's red lips curl into a smile as the words 'makeover' are uttered, joining the others as they presumably stalk towards him.      "Welcome to the terror dome," she begins giggling, finally breaking out into peals of laughter.      Oh to be a fly on the wall for the proceedings... 

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3302/Dining with Vampires

2015-11-01T06:12:13Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Situated at the foot of Princess Peach's Castle, Toad Town, the Mushroom Kingdom capital, is a humble settlement. Little homes line the streets, seeming to be made from the same materials as the castle since the exterior walls and roofs match apart from a bronze trim at the edges of each roof. The town has a quaint, homely vibe to it that seems to sit well with its residents as everyone seems happy and friendly. There is a large open plaza at the center of town, with a huge golden yellow Starman made up of little tiles in the center, complimented by a pair of fountains atop the eyes of the Starman, each topped with a mushroom decoration with the water flowing from the underside of the mushroom cap. Toad Town is all done up with Halloween decorations, spider webs, skeletal Toads and Koopas, ghosts (Boos), even strange pumpkins that are not carved, rather have their own odd face built in. It's all fun and hardly scary, sharing the same cartoony look that is so common on this world. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Descending from the sky above--is Ferham. Slowly hovering down, she notes the various decorations. "Hmm, wish I knew this place was celebrating," she idly notes, her legs straightening out as her heeled boots clicked to the tile that had the giant starman printed on it, her wings folding back behind her. Putting a hand on her hip, she scanned about with those green eyes of hers, seeming to be just looking around at the moment. She hadn't noticed any particular air traffic from here, so she just sort of decided to drop in, more or less. The look of the place was saccharine, candy-like, almost seemed hard to believe anyone would want to attack it. Moving about, she seemed to be just exploring, but she'd also try to flag down a guard or townsperson, cooly trying to ask just where the ruler of this place resided and rather directly if it was possible to speak with them. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' There are plenty of citizens out milling about, with most of the younger residents of Toad Town out for Trick-or-Treating. As Ferham arrives and tries to flag down someone for directions, a young toad in a Rosalina costume stops and turns to her "Our ruler? She lives in the castle, it's over there." With that the girl points toward the castle far in the distance but right down the main road through town. It was easy to make out the red roofs and white walls from the plaza. Then the little girl scurries off to find more candy. Peach herself has just left the castle, but is still just outside the main entrance. She's wearing a tight dress that is white from her chest up, with the rest being red with large white polka-dots in a very similar pattern to the mushroom caps of the Toad people. She's wearing her sapphire sphere earrings, the usual crown, and a gold necklace with a super mushroom charm that has silver eyes and mushroom spots. On her feet are a pair of custom made heels that have super mushrooms in the front and are otherwise red and secured with a strap around the ankles. A closer look would reveal that Peach is showing a few bruises from an earlier battle. She's been patched up pretty well, but it'll take a bit of time for her to fully heal. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Thank you," Fer replies to the Rosalina Toad and continues on her way, soon coming upon the ruler of said castle town, it would appear--Princess Toadstool herself. Or in these parts, Peach. Ferham gives the monarch a once over starting from the bottom and stops in front of her.      "Forgive my intrusion, your highness, but I could not help but hear you may have met someone I know," Ferham seems to curtsey--even goes down on one knee in a kneel, looking up at the costumed girl, until she'd bidden to rise, anyway.      "On the behalf of the confederacy, I apologize for the trouble that might have been caused here, I hope there has been no great..." she noticed the bruises clearly, as she paused, "Physical harm done," she sighed a little. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach takes note of the reploid woman approaching her castle and stops suddenly. After what has happened today she is perhaps a bit more cautious of this guest than she might normally be. When Fer mentions that she may have met someone she knows, and then the apology on behalf of the confederacy, she only tenses up a bit further, but tries to remain outwardly calm, mostly succeeding thanks to her royal upbringing. Today has been an interesting day, to say the least. Earlier a woman came here with her daughter as the days' festivities were just getting started, she..." She pauses. "I never got her name now that I think about it, but her daughter's name was Linh. We only spoke breafly before she stepped away for a call and suddenly had to leave because Linh had classes tomorrow. Less than two hours later, I came to discover she had broken into my castle vault. As much as I didn't want to fight her, as they both seemed very nice earlier, and her daughter is rather adorable, she refused to give back what she stole. So, it ended in a fight. I did have my guards take her to a hospital after it was over though. Do you know how she recovers?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, I don't know why this incident occured, so I might not be able to offer an answer there--however you should not be so overly... free with how security is conducted here," Ferham didn't rise from her kneel yet, her gaze remaining at just about knee level with the mushroom princess, likely admiring those mushroom heels fo hers. "However, it is not my intention to cause harm or to disrupt your realm's festivities, I came here to try and aid and mend relations between your country and my organization," she explained, thinking on it a little. "Though, you didn't seem to have much difficulty with the intruder if all you have are these bruises--as sorry as I am for you having to deal with them," she seemed sincere there. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      "Someone tried to disturb your quaint kingdom's cute festivities?" comes a voice from behind Ferham as the tall unicorn pony known as Ebon Ribbon approaches. Of course, even if one did know her, one might not recognize her. She has dressed up for halloween (or Nightmare Night for her) with a long black cape, a black mask, and some plastic vampire fangs. "I hope you are alright, your majesty." she says as she gets within comfortable talking distance. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' "Well, to be honest, she is the first person to attempt to steal from my castle since Unification, though in hindsight, I'm actually a little surprised no one else has ever tried. Up until today a sturdy door and a big expensive lock seemed to be enough, but I will take your suggestion under advisement." Peach speaks as she steps a bit closer to Ferham, only for her eyes to alight in surprise as she spots Ebon approaching and hears the unicorn's voice. She nods to Ebon. "It was not an easy fight, but I will be fine." She then turns back to Ferham. "I appreciate your peaceful intentions. That alone goes a long way to mending relations. But I was heading into town for a bite to eat. Would you both care to join me?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "By the way, princess, you have wonderful taste in shoes, if I may say so myself," Ferham nodded with a smile as she nodded her chin in the direction of those mushroom capped heels. "I would not mind it at all," Ferham looks up again as if this is the cue cue for her to rise, and does so--straightening up out of her kneel and getting back to her full height of 6+ feet. "Oh, I see you've made acquaintances with another of my err, group, hello Ebon Ribbon," Ferham nodded with a smile at the sharply dressed vampony, "love the costume by the way, the mask is a nice touch," she made it sound perhaps like the other parts--like the fangs and the cape were less so a costume there, perhaps for a little teasing joking effect.      "Maybe we can find something for Ebon as well," she grinned. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon Ribbon curtseys gracefully to Ferham when she is greeted. "Lady Ferham. How fortunate for you to join us this day. The princess promised me a feast in my honor." she says, smiling cheerfully. "I expect her grand banquet hall is quite extrordinary, given her attire and the general appearance of her kingdom." she begins, then hees. "And thank you for your compliment. A mask always adds mystic to make an outfit magnifique."      She smirks lightly at Ferham's grin. "I am quite easy to please, as far as cuisine goes." she says, then blinks. "Wait...did you say get a bite in town?" she says suddenly to Peach. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach smiles warmly to Ferham at the compliment. "Why thank you, and yes, Ebon Ribbon and I met just yesterday, and I did promise her a feast. Hmm, also the restaurants in town are a little on the smaller side compared to average around the Multiverse. So, maybe if I'm hosting both of you, the the castle dining room would work better. I also agree that your costume is very nice for the occasion Ebon. Unfortunately, mine didn't survive the earlier battle." She admits with a frown, turning back toward the entrance to her castle as the guards out front open the doors for the princess and her two guests. "Please, come inside." She says with a smile as she heads in, leading the way to the dining room. If they looked to their left past the entrance, there were still signs of the scuffle, and some toads working to repair the door leading to the basement, which had been destroyed. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "My apologies again, Princess Peach," Ferham bows her head again. "I fear I may have failed to properly introduce myself before--I'm Ferham, high-performance flight Reploid, it's an honor to dine with you this evening," she smiled, then straightened up again. She is quick to move along with the princess and the vampony, not wanting to make it seem like she didn't appreciate her company. "Looks like there was some action in here..." Fer mutters moreso to herself and Ebon than to the princess, whom she's aware has already been through a a bit today. "This castle and town are beautiful, as I said before--I cannot really understand what someone may want with attacking here, but..." she shrugs. "I've seen some strange things since my world unified." 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      "I have heard stories of strange things, but I have yet to see anything that I considered truly strange. People who look like mushrooms is merely amusing, not strange." Ebon says as they enter the castle. She looks around at the decor and the destruction, then tsks softly. "What was this pon-..person after? Riches? Artifacts? Secrets?" she asks, then tsks again. "And your outfit did not survive? That is a shame." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach nods, turning back to Ferham as they make their way down the hall, soon passing a door that leads to the kitchen, with the dining room up ahead. "It is a pleasure. Always happy to share dinner with a few friendly people than to eat alone, whether they're old friends or new acquaintances." As they move into the dining room, the defining feature is the large table in the center of the room. The frame and legs of the table are white with ornate golden accents, while the table top is pink granite. There are several chairs around, each is white with a cushion that looks like a toad mushroom cap only with pink spots instead of red. The chair at one end of the table is a little larger and fancier than the rest, presumably reserved for Peach. "Here we are. Please have a seat." She chimes as she moves toward the table herself, taking the end chair. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Delightful furnishings in here, I'll have to have a... talk with whomever was in here, if I can locate them," Ferham seemed to make it ambiguous if she was really on friendly terms with this person or not. Once she is bidden to sit, Ferham does so--making sure her wings are not in the way, and carefully lounges back, crossing her long legs. "Quite comfortable too, I might need to look around this town for a carpenter myself," she smiles, sitting near to Ebon, if she doesn't mind it. "We are glad you were able to handily repel whoever this person was, you said they seemed to be after your vault?" she nodded a little, her voice calm. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon seems indifferent to Ferham sitting next to her. And she seats herself in one of those chairs rather easily considering she is a pony and not a human. She does have to rest her forelegs on the table, though. "I would love a table like this in my home! Pink granite is so lovely~" She rubs a hoof along the surface gently, then smiles to Peach. "So, what is on the menu, dear princess?" she asks, her tail swishing gently behind her and her ears perking. "Not too much meat, I hope. I cannot bring myself to eat the flesh of other creatures." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' The dining room also has large windows behind the table, overlooking the grounds behind the castle. From here one could see a garden near the windows, but further out there appears to be a tennis court, a field that could be used for soccer or some sport like it, a rather large lake, and even what looks like part of a race track in the distance. "I'm glad you like it, it's probably one of the nicest pieces of furniture in the whole castle. But of course the guests that gather around it are the most important part." Peach says with a smile. The toad attendants are on it tonight, and just when Ebon asks what's on the menu, one of them appears with a few menus, handing one to each guest and a third to Peach also, as this was a special surprise Halloween menu. "Lots of things it would seem." She replies with a grin to Ebon. As they take a moment to look over the menus, she reluctantly decides to answer the question about the vault, figuring that if these two know Yari, she can tell them what she was trying to steal anyway. "As for the vault, well, it seems that the woman who broke in wasn't really interested in wealth, but rather my collection of power-up items from around this world. They could be considered weapons, though most have the drawback of wearing off and or fizzling out if you get hurt." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ah, I see, yes, it doesn't sound as if whoever had become interested in your cache was just here for just currency," Ferham nodded a bit, then leaned over to Ebon once she had peered at the menu. "Well, I might have to explain that since my kind run on energy, I think the 'Jammin' Jelly' would be adequate for me--I realize it's a high energy dessert, but I think I should be able to harness the energy from it such as I can the energy resources from my world, and Ebon--just let me know when you might be feeling a little peckish over there, hmm?" Ferham slid out her black gloved hand toward one of the Vampony's hooves as a sign of good faith, apparently understanding the pony was an energy vampire. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon is still admiring the table when Peach points out the guests are more important. Ebon blinks, then giggles. "Yes, of course we are." she says, a bit arrogantly. She takes the menu in her hooves rather than with her magic, which if these two are familiar with Equestrian unicorns know that is unusual. "Power-ups? What sort of powers can the items offer?" the pony asks, intrigued.      Then, Ferham speaks up, and Ebon is left speechless for a moment. Did...did Ferham just offer herself as a meal? Ebon is unsure how to respond. This has never happened before. She is used to people being polite when they do not know about her, but generous when they do? She actually looks a bit nervous, perhaps even shy, then she suddenly grows angry. "I see! You are mocking me! None would ever offer themselves in such a way to someone they hardly know!" She hmphs haughtily, then goes back to peering at the menu. "I will have a mushroom steak and an apple pie, please." she says to the nearby toad, then holds out her menu to him. "And a special shake, if you please." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach busies herself looking at her own menu as Ferham and Ebon discuss what they are going to order. She can't help but overhear as Ebon seems to take offense to something. She looks up from her menu, her expression a little confused. "Is something wrong? If there is anything you would like that isn't on the menu, it's possible we may still have it available." She offers kindly after Ebon places her order. The toad takes the menus and turns to Peach, awaiting her order. The princess nods to the toad and gives her order. "I'll have a Zess Deluxe and a Zess Tea." Then she hands over her menu and the toad heads to the kitchen to relay the orders. Peach then turns to Ebon and Ferham. "So, while we wait for our food, why don't we share something about ourselves. Who wants to go first?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Not at all, honestly this drink looks like it would give me too much--please don't be angry, Ebon Ribbon--I simply wanted to accomodate you," Ferham turns her head to the vampony and casually explains, shaking her head. "My apologies, my compatriot here has a sort of... condition, I'll leave it up to them to explain if they don't find it too personal," Fer then looks back up at Peach after handing off her menu. "Myself? I enjoy reading philosophy and poetry, such as William Blake--long flights alone over long stretches of wilderness..." she taps a gloved hand against her chin, seeming to be thinking of what else she might offer. "I also enjoy the 'House' genre of human music, I find it relaxing." 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon Ribbon hmphs again at Ferham. The pony is obviously more than a little cynical. "Naturally. And I suppose it was your plan to out me to Peach. Very well, I shall tell her." Ebon looks to Peach, then smirks lightly. "My magic is a bit different from other ponies, you see. If I do not drain energy from others on a regular basis I grow weak and sickly. And, even with that hunger, I still need normal food. I suppose you could say I am the apex predator of my world."      Then...Ebon waits. She waits for the rejection, the revulsion, the distrust. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Peach listens as Ferham speaks to Ebon again, and slightly quirks an eyebrow as he explains that Ebon has a condition of sorts, but leaves it to her to explain it if she wishes. But then the subject changes to things Ferham wants to share about herself. "Oooh, flying under your own wings sounds like a lot of fun. I've sometimes wished I could do the same. As for music, I prefer classical." She comments before giving some quick information about herself. "I enjoy reading all types of literature, singing, and stumbling upon new places and people in the Multiverse. Oh, also I like a variety of outdoor activities, as you may have guessed from looking out the windows behind us." She says with a grin before turning to Ebon as she speaks up. When Ebon reveals what her 'condition' is, Peach is too stunned to speak for a moment, she just stares. Finally, she remembers how to speak. "That's quite an... unfortunate sort of magic. Were you born with this need?" She asks with a blush, several more questions coming to her mind, but she keeps them to herself, deciding they would be rather mean to ask. "If you don't want say I understand." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Singing, hmm?" Ferham replies with that a bit curious, then nods and lets Ebon speak for herself. "Many of our comrades in the confederacy share a similar condition, it's really nothing to be afraid or ashamed of, but that's my opinion," Ferham sits back and busies herself with peering about at the room as well as the marvelous pink granite table, as well. "I didn't mean to 'out' anyone or cause anyone any discomfort, either I simply thought it would be rude to sit here with us able to enjoy ourselves and you... seemingly unable to, is all," she sighed a little. "I apologize for any insult." 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon Ribbon looks like she feels vindicated when Peach stares. Then she giggles a bit at the comment and question. "I was born with it, but I no longer consider it a terrible condition. It makes me quite special, and quite formidable if needed." But, Ebon's vindicated expression softens as she realizes Peach didn't call her a freak or a monster or tell her to leave. Now she looks more confused than vindicated. And even more so when Ferham insists that she only wanted to help.      The pony looks between the two of them, suspicion in her eyes. "...are you two in league with each other on this? Am I being recorded unknowingly?" She doesn't seem upset anymore. Now she is just trying to decide if they are messing with her, or if these two people are actually okay with her. It seems impossible, and she doesn't really believe it could happen, but of course there is that little spark of hope. "As for your offer, I can enjoy normal food just fine. I simply have to supplement with the lifeforce of others." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach shakes her head at Ebon's question. "We just met, and I didn't have the faintest idea about all this until you told me. I guess I can't say I like it, but if you must take energy from others to stay healthy, I can't really condem you for it. I only request that you not draw the life energy of my subjects. Can you agree to that?" She asks, looking up to Ferham, for a moment wondering how the proposed agreement between the two would work, and if it hurts to have your life energy drawn away. At this moment a group of toad attendants come out carrying the food that each of them had ordered. Ferham's Jammin' Jelly has an eerie green glow, Ebon's shroom steak has black and orange spots, while her shake is colored purple. The Zess Deluxe looks like a bowl of soup with small green fruits ringing the edge of the bowl, but the fruits are decorated to look like eyeballs. The tea simply comes in a cup with a Boo design. "Well, this all looks great." Peach comments before taking a sip of her tea. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Nobody is recording you, at least I'm not," Ferham shakes her head. "I doubt Princess Peach, with us as her guests, would either," she nodded to Peach, taking out what looks like a straw and settling it into the jelly once it's set down, taking a rather long slurp off of it once the servant has it down on the table. "Ooh, that's just as I thought, this is very energy rich," she closed her eyes before she leaned back down, seeming to enjoy the high-energy packed treat. "See, right now I will take in more energy than I can really use, so I figured this would be a good time to take advantage--in a sense, of Princess Peach's hospitality, since she's supplied me with this valuable dessert," she leans back a bit, but doesn't seem to be upset after all of this.      "Also have to thank you for this wonderful evening, Princess Peach," she smiled. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon still seems suspicious, but seems placated for now. She sighs softly at Peach's request. "Very well. I suppose as an honored guest in your land, it is the least I can do." She blinks in surprise at her spotted steak, then pokes it with a forehoof timidly. "...you are certain this is not a creature? I have never seen a mushroom with black and orange spots." she says, then looks at her shake before noticing Ferham's bowl. "By the moon! You..you have eyeballs on your dish!!" she exclaims, seeming quite horrified. Until she sees the Boo design on Peach's cup. She blinks, then coughs embarrassedly. "Wh-which are obviously not real. Hahaha!"      She quickly goes about eating her mushroom steak. And as if to help combat her embarrassment, her horn glows before what could best be described as an ebon ribbon lashes out and wraps around Ferham's wrist. The dark purple ribbon of magic somehow glows with darkness. Or perhaps negates light, creating a dark halo effect around the glowing purple ribbon of energy. Ferham would experience an immediate drop in her energy levels, followed by a steady drain.      It is likely that the continued contact would greatly weaken Ferham in minutes. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach nods to Ferham. "She's right, I'm not recording you, in fact there is nothing in this room that could record anything." As for her request, it could be pointed out that Peach said nothing about draining her own energy. She does laugh a little at Ebon's reaction to the food however, cutting it short so she didn't add too much to her embarrasment. "It's all just decorated for Halloween, yes, nothing to worry about." She comments as she takes one of the 'eyeballs' on her plate and takes a bite. "It's Kiwi." She says after swallowing the bite, and then moves on to start working on the soup. Moments later she looks up as Ferham thanks her for the evening. "Thank you for coming. It has been a nice end to a... rather 'exciting' day." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham was busy holding the straw she'd produced to stabilize it when the unicorn's black ribbon emerged and lashed around her forearm. Ferham closed her eyes and simply continued to drink the high energy giving jelly snack while the vampony had a snack of her own. "Mmnn... mmm," she just kept on sipping from the straw, the mass amount of energy she was ingesting actually beginning to replenish her own energy reserves as Ebon drank it in--and didn't seem to be minding this exactly, either. Of course, the question was, could Ribbon be sated before Fer was out of that flower power restoring jelly? She seemed to relax into a trance almost, though she's still moving even as the process continues.      "Ahh..." she sighs as she pulls herself up from the jammin' jelly and might have to shake off Ebon's ribbon there, if the pony wasn't already, well, sated. "I told you it would be fine, I'm actually nearly topped off here, too, being fully charged constantly can lead to free radicals which is actually bad for me at times, so I wasn't adverse to losing a little," she grinned, suddenly getting a beeping from her comlink, however. "Whoops--I apologize but I might have to leave unexpectedly, Princess Peach, Ebon," she carefully rose from her chair before pushing it in. "I do thank you both however for a lovely evening, you too especially, Ribbon," she winks to the vampony before bowing to Peach and turning to make her exit. 

:'''{{#var:903|Ebon Ribbon (903)}} has posed:'''      Ebon is so confused! They are being nice, saying it is okay, and even saying they had a nice evening! With her! Ebon is so confused that she starts steadily drinking her shake and forgets to let go of Ferham. When the Reploid shakes off the ribbon, Ebon lets out a surprised meep before drawing the ribbon back in. It disappears into her horn, then she continues sipping of her shake. Until she remembers her manners. "Ah! Y-yes. Thank you both for a lovely evening. Despite the attempts at mocking me, it was overall enjoyable." She gives her mane a toss with a forehoof, watching Ferham curiously. Why was she especially thanked?      Ribbon finishes off her mushroom steak quickly, then stands. She curtseys to Peach and smiles just a bit. "Thank you for your generosity, Princess Peach. And perhaps I should warn you...I may come to taste you one day." She licks her lips and gives a little wink, then giggles. "I must get home and do my evening cleaning before I get my beauty sleep. Thank you, Miss Ferham, for the meal. And you, Princess Peach, for the meal." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Princess Peach stands and would walk them both to the door and wave them off. "It really was great having you both over for dinner. Feel free to come back anytime." She says before heading back to the throne room, grabbing the horror novel she had been reading earlier before Yari interrupted, she takes it up with her to her bedroom. Probably was going to give her nightmares tonight, but she didn't care. 

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3231/Shipboard Gem Matters

2015-10-22T21:33:27Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:''' Clang. Clang. Clang. The sounds echo throughout the barracks as Ferham seeks out Jasper. Clang. Clang.      Her quarters - as if they could be called that - are bare and spartan, filled with nothing more than a rack of weapons (including a huge battle axe) and a bulkhead wall which is covered in dents. Jasper-sized fist dents.      Jasper turns as Ferham enters, pulling herself to her full height. "Ah," she says, the light catching the edges of her gem, "Ferham." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had arrived as she was instructed, and only taken a few moments to get herself to Jasper's room in the barracks. It looked more like an armory, or an actual medieval barracks what with all the lack of furnishings and the multitude of weapons. Having flashed her armor off, since she was inside the ship anyway and it was easier to move about out of it, the femmebot enters and gives a nod to the homeworld gem, who'd more or less become her instructor, of sorts. Jasper might just be a little surprised however to realize that Fer is clad in a dark green leotard, lighter lime-green tights and what look like a pair of dark green heeled boots. She's wearing a green shade of lipstick too, perhaps a bit of Peridot has been rubbing off on her?      "You called, sir?" she asks, a hand on her hip. She seems fairly normal, otherwise. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper stares at Ferham, a strange sense of perplexed confusion on her face. She stalks towards Ferham, and it feels like the deck shakes beneath her feet. "So, taking after Peridot are you? How interesting. That's precisely what I want to talk about."      "But you remembered your station. Good. At least someone on this ship does." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Alright, what is it you wanted to discuss, exactly, sir?" Ferham seems to have kept her end of the bargain she had made with Jasper when she lost that sparring match before, and is reporting to her with the respect it required. "I'm glad you are pleased, at least," she smiled a little and stepped away from the door, standing there at attention with her hand on her hip. "If there's anything I can do to help you just have to ask, after all, sir," she seemed to be playing up the respectful bit, anyway. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      In many ways, Jasper is a simple creature. She respects strength, physical strength. But she also respects tradition, the thousands of years that Homeworld Gems have put into their part of the galaxy. That is, before Unification of course.      So, she watches Ferham. Jasper steps around her, scrutinising her like a drill sergeant, like she's looking for something to pick up on. Some sign of weakness. "First things first, Ferham - I don't ask for anything, I command."      "But command is the issue at stake. Peridot has been... mingling with the natives. We went to a 'tea party'-" Oh, the scorn and disgust in her voice! "-and it was a total waste of time! She's turning into Rose Quartz, I know it." Jasper is practically seething. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I understand sir," Ferham nodded her head and closed her eyes when Jasper corrected her, before looking back up with her green eyes, which were her own, and natural, at least--though it was an amusing coincidence. "So you think Miss Peridot is... going soft? or becoming distracted from her task?" Ferham raised a brow at that, tilting her head a little, a long dark bang falling over her eye as it came loose. "I understand you are not one for social events, sir," she added a bit sullenly, as if sympathizing with Jasper. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Do you, Ferham?!" Jasper snaps, gripping her by the cheek and chin with her fingers. "Do you, really?" Her voice is low and dangerous, maybe even mocking. "I think she's soft. I think she's going down the same path that led Rose to turn on Homeworld and she thinks I can't see it. It's sick and disgusting and the fact that is is in command- it makes me angry, Ferham," Jasper growls. "It makes - me - /angry/."      "I could grind Peridot into dust beneath my foot. She thinks she's better than me because she can make /friends/? No one on this ship - no one - is stronger than me."      Wow. She's really got some pent-up issues. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Y-Yes?" Ferham has to respond a little shakily in return, though hers due to the fact that Jasper has suddenly become so intense. It isn't many a creature that is able to put Fer on such alarm and care, either. "Of course not sir, no one is stronger than you here," Fer says, her voice a little slurred thanks to the hands over her cheeks and lips. "However I am not sure that Miss Peridot is truly able to understand such emotions, that would allow her to truly befriend someone... she is more seeking business partners, it would appear," huh, independant thought and speaking freely even in front of Jasper in Full Metal Jacket Mode, ruh roh. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      No one would ever call Jasper 'stable'. At the best of times, she was always hotheaded. At the worst of times, she simply didn't care about anyone except herself and anything beyond Homeworld's edicts. Here, maybe, Jasper is without guidance - which means she's a missile seeking a target. Any target.      "Business partners," Jasper replies, as if hearing the term for the first time. Maybe she has. "We don't /need/ partners, Ferham!" Unless Ferham is particularly quick, it looks like Jasper is going to use that grip on Ferham's chin to thrust her against the wall!      "All Peridot needs is to get the Kindergarten up and running. Why do you defend her? Why do you dress in her colors?" Jasper asks, sounding so confused that it borders on incomprehensible anguish. "We spent an entire solar afternoon being /insulted/, even when I conquered their rituals. I will not let Peridot weaken our mission here. I won't let her go down the path of Rose Quartz." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The femmebot is at least light on her feet, so when she's pushed back against the wall she readies herself so that she doesn't connect with the back of her head. On second thought, maybe she /should/ have worn her armor in here. "I'm trying to help Miss Peridot so that her race has a chance of surviving, I don't wish to see the kindergarten come to harm or her new gems in dnager," she shakes her head. "It's just something I can't allow. The homeworld gems are an endangered species, correct?" she raised her hands a bit, partly defensively. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Endangered?" Jasper asks, taking a step forwards and looming over Ferham, her white hair and golden eyes making her look especially bestial. "Is that what she told you? We're only endangered if you believe that Homeworld is destroyed. When we have contact again with Yellow Diamond, then we'll see who is really endangered. Our race won't survive if we compromise what we are! Just look at Rose, she went and made herself into some human child. Why? What was the point?!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I'm only attempting to assist your efforts, sir," Ferham has nearly begun to flatten herself against the wall, which was no easy feat for a lady her size. "What do you order me to do then, sir?" she looked up again, locking eyes with the golden eyed gem. "I... don't know, honestly sir, I've had thoughts of what it would be like if I was not a Reploid, not a robot--and instead maybe an organic, but I'd not want to give up what I am, exactly..." this seemed to be something Fer had doubts before about. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper places one hand beside Ferham's head and she leans in close, bringing herself eye to eye with Ferham. Unlike most Gems, Jasper's teeth are more like fangs. It's, well, not the most reassuring sight. "I want you to keep an eye on Peridot. That's all. I want you to ensure that she doesn't forget her mission, her responsibility to Homeworld. That's all," she croons, in a tone that is too sickly sweet for the implied threat behind it.      She places one finger against the side of Ferham's head, maybe just above whatever passes for her brain or CPU. "But you're not an organic, are you? You're like one of Peridot's robonoids, but smarter. You're valuable in so much as that you can help me. And you'll do that by watching Peridot. /That/ will assist my efforts and Homeworld's efforts." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The fact that Fer is able to keep still during this is perhaps a credit to her resolve, or fearlessness--though Jasper seems like the type to be able to put fear into a robot at all, is kind of proof of her ferocity. "I will make sure Peridot doesn't stray from her mission, sir," Ferham lightly nods. She is still calm apparently, only moving when she's got that finger pressed to her head, tilting her head into it. "Is there anything... else you would have me do, sir?" 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper steps back and says, "No. Not at this time, Ferham." It's like a stormcloud passing over, the sun reappearing. The sensation of stepping up to a precipice and managing not to fall. "All I want is you to report to me on Peridot's activities, what she's thinking. Anything that might be a... problem." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had been able to feel the heat and breath and the distinct aura of hatred and predatory-nature coming off of Jasper, like it was radiating out from her in thick waves. "I will observe her and report back if there is any.. trouble," Ferham nodded finally, though she did seem to visibly relax when Jasper finally stepped back, like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, or perhaps she had been allowed to slip back from a burning furnace. "I'll... report back then, sir," she stepped toward the door, almost a little too quickly~ 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "You're dismissed," Jasper states, looking down her gem with her head tilted back, like Ferham is just another soldier to boss around.      Of course, once Ferham has left and the door has closed behind her, there's only the sound of Jasper's fists - once again - putting dents in the bulkhead, although with a bit less anger. Maybe Jasper found it relaxing to have someone to boss around? Who knows. 

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3039/Attack of the Weddingbots!

2015-09-23T03:47:32Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' Little Innsmouth! It's a lovely town, and has a lovelier beach! Thus it is that out weddingbot heroine is making her way down the beach. She has a camera on her, and she's snapping pictures of turtles, seagulls, and the occasional off-shore dolphin! All the while, Elphelt sings a tune! "Never gonna give you up~" She does a little spin and snaps a picture! "Never gonna let you down~" There's a little stretch from El onto her tiptoes, and she grins at the beautiful sky. "Never gonna turn around, and huuuurt you~." It should be noted that she's a fairly decent singer! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had heard there was another advanced AI in the area around here, so she had taken herself down to Little Innsmouth to search. The city had some shady and weird history to be sure, though it also seemed to have some definite underworld ties. She would have to keep her head down here, she realized--if she wanted to remain undetected by any sorts of thugs that showed up here. As Ferham made her way through the shadowy alleyways though, it soon becomes apparent she /has/ acquired some kind of unwanted attention, however, as she's picked up a tail in the form of two low-level medici-family related thugs are following her now. Where others might sigh, she's utterly silent as she turns to confront the two, likely leaving herself in view of Elphelt if she is passing by that way. 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' Elphelt is hardly the kind to /not/ be friendly! And thus noting Ferham, and her two 'friends', the woman speaks up almost immediately. "Hello! It's such a nice day out! This is really such a nice city, people said it was a little weird, but I have no idea what they're talking about! So many restaurants and things to see and people to meet! Oh, umm, I'm Elphelt by the way! Who're you Miss? Oh, oh, and introduce me to your friends!" The weddingbot, dressed oddly as she is, has a big goofy grin on her face as she blatantly stands behind the trio! Can someone possibly be this oblivious!? 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham peered back over her shoulder at the sudden feminine and cheerful voice, though her gaze was a bit cold, as the pair of thugs--a large gorilla-figured one, along with a shorter but more wirey looking fellow approached, both wearing work pants, one in a dark shirt and another in a long sailor's oilskin. "I am not sure they're too glad to see me, maybe they'll like you better," Fer rolled her eyes at the display and stepped back a little, gesturing to the two men, who turn around and peer at Elphelt.      "Woah, what the heck is this?" one mutters in a Scottish Brogue, the other pipes up, "It looks like some kind of... cat bride girl," of course, both are pre-occupied by Elphelt's well... frontal assets there, turning almost fully to see her, which gives Ferham time to flick out her whip.      "Hmm, I might have to get a frontal spoiler kind of design, seems to come in handy." 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' "Huh?" El kinda peers first at the two men checking her out, then at Ferham. Slowly, she gets it, and jumps back a little! "H...hey! There's no need for this to get nasty! Can't we all be friends? I'm sure miss...uhhh...the nice lady here is, uh, real nice! So let's put away our weapons, and shake hands, okay? Live and let live?" Grin! She pours on the 'charm'. She leans in, and openly /pouts/ at all three. "I'd be real sad if anyone got hurt! You wouldn't make a cute girl like me cry, would you....I'm not a cat! I am a proper maiden! A picture of feminine beauty!" She proves this by throwing her hands in the air, and causing a pink heart made of magical sparkles to appear! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had wanted to strike at the men while they were distracted by Elphelt, though she was afraid she might accidentally hit El too in the process, so her efforts to take the thugs down a notch was stymied, stymied by magical pink heart sparkles!      "You definitely are, love, what say you come and get a few drinks with us after we're done with this one over here--" the other one jerks to attention as he notices Ferham standing there with her whip raised, silently pulling a gun from his sailor's oilskin jacket. Ferham has just seconds to react as she bows her knees and drops just a bit so that the incoming bullet ZINGS past a fin of her helmet. Close call.      "Alright, just put the squeeze on the cat and the bird lady, c'mon," what looks like an electrical prod is produced by the tougher one, a full out battle commencing as Mr. Shock Baton brings his weapon up, but is he aiming for Fer, or El!? 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' The gunshot breaks Elphelt's aura of silliness quickly. Almost immediately, she's in action! She pulls out...is that a champagne bottle? "Jerk! You could've killed her!" There's outright anger in her tone! Despite that, El aims her 'deadly' weapon! Pop! Out goes the cork, aimed right for the man's weapon! No way is she going to let Ferham become tazed, bro! Oddly enough, the supersonice champagne bottle-cork somehow is completely non-deadly! The impact, however, might throw him into a wall, literally. Magic is weird like that! "Get behind me, Miss! I'll protect you!" Comes the weddingbot valiantly! Like some kind of knight in shining maidendom! There's still the other guy however! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The man with the oilskin jacket has what appears to be a derringer pistol in one hand, he is knocked aside as the man with the shock prod goes flying backwards, thanks to the bride-bot's cork missile. "Oy, she's got some kind of weapon that is!" he takes aim and fires. POP. POP. POP. Three rounds with a single one going high. Ferham thinks at this point it might be Elphelt that needs to hide behind her as she deflects one one of the shots with one of her armored bracer. "Watch out!" Ferham launches herself into the air and grabs the man with the gun in a sort of dive, knocking him down, hard. Meanwhile, the man with the shock baton rises up and is coming for Elphelt, for seconds, apparently. though, at the last second he swings around and raises that shock club of his high above his head, apparently trying to help his cohort Ferham was on.      Fer straddles the man with the gun as she's wrestling with him for the gun--it's not a drawn out struggle, Fer is way stronger than the limey Medici thug. The derringer is pulled away and with a swift gesture, Fer has pulled the cylinder out--breaking it off. The man is of course quite displeased with her being ontop of him, such as it was. 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' Elphelt gives a scream, shot at, jerking back! Thanks to the swift moves of Ferham, however, she's completely unharmed! She looks ready to bash the incoming shock-baton using ruffian with her big champagne bottle, but then he turns to Ferham, defenseles as she tears apart the other man's gun! "Hey! Leave her alone! That's it, I don't have a choice!" Reaching into her dress, she pulls out a single bullet! It has the odd heart-shaped symbol that adorns some of her dress, and she flicks it casually into the air! Plucking a single red rose, the bullet lands and it transforms into a long rifle! Leaping back in a graceful flip, spinning the rifle in the air as she loads it, she lands on one knee and takes aim! "This is for my....FIRST LOVE!" BLAM! The heart-etched bullet rushes for the man. Oddly, unlike a normal bullet, this one just seems to dissipate and cause a little pink shimmer where it hits...should it strike its target! Either way, she puts her gun to her side, and grins. There's suddenly a vast field of flowers around her and her target. "Do you only have eyes for me?~" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Wrestling with the formerly armed man against the street gets a little boring after a while, so once he's nice and tired she rises and is just in time to grab the man with the shock rod and smiles at him as she reaches up and grips his wrist he was holding the weapon in--her gloved hand tightening hard enough to make a few audible popping noises. "You shouldn't play with that honey, you might get hurt," she watches as the baton falls to the ground, and then the rest of him, her green eyes going wide just as that pink shimmer was coming right at her, the pink glow cast against her face and eyes.      "Oh he--" Ferham doesn't have time to answer of course as it impacts into her chest and she's thrown back, thankfully she has the unconscious man just behind her to use as a cushion. Oops. Though it's odd, the impact of the projectile doesn't seem to have caused any damage, though it has visibly struck her, in her right side down the side of her chest. She lays there sprawled out for a few moments, still partly conscious. "Nnn..." 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' Wince. Ow. Elphelt hears that pop of the man's hand...and then she realizes she's too late. She already fired. "Get D..." Too slow. Down Ferham goes! Making sure both men are out of the way, she's running over to the brave reploid! Kneeling down, she pulls Ferham to her lap, settling her head against the surprisingly soft material of her dress, and strokes her hair gently in utter worry! "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I didn't mean it are you okay you're going to be okay right Thank God I used just the special bullet I'd hate to see what happened if I hit you with a concussion one should I get you some water or a bed or do you need a hug!?!?" She flows into her famous motormouth speech in her panic, eyes full of tears as she looks down at the poor woman! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham stirs a little as her face is pressed into Elphelt's dress, perhaps it's the healing power of chest bubbles? Either way, she opens her eyes wide, not blinking as she pulls herself right up and back to her feet, as if she has been possessed by something.      "Oh, Miss Elphelt, I feel..." those big green eyes were still wide, though now they were seeming quite a bit more... sparkly, and moe-ish. In fact, they were practically glittering as she clasped her hands together and bent down a bit, sounding as if she was squealing in joy. "Like I need to find my one and only, right here, right now!" she nearly trips and stumbles over the poor unconscious men. "But err, not these poor guys, though, they're kind of hurt, and passed out," she said with a moment's look of caution or concern on her face, it was kind of hard to tell which! 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' Elphelt is undeniably comfy! Blink. Elphelt's worry vanishes as the magic words are spoken! She laughs, reaches out, and pulls Ferham to her feet! The waifubot squeels in pure delight, before pulling Ferham arm-to-arm! "Okay! Let's do it, Miss...uhh, what was your name again?" Then she's right in front of her, just after calling the police for the two men. Ferham's being dragged to a bridal shop. "Ooh, ooh, tell me what you like in a husband...or wife, I don't judge! We'll find your special someone! I even have an extra marriage certificate!" Yoink! A golden marriage certificate is handed to Ferham. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It's Ferham," Fer smiles a little as she points up at the sky. "I think I know where we need to go to find someone for us too," Ferham nod nods and is soon airlifting the Valentine to the nearest bridal shop. There after a quick make-over and trussing up, the femmebot is clad in a sparkly white gown herself, a bit not unlike Elphelt's, really.      "Does this skirt make me look too fat down here? I gotta be perfect for my big day," Ferham is likely to snap out of this soon, however she does seem like this will take some of Elphelt's time and energy in the process. She created this monster herself, after all. It'll be a long afternoon and evening, to be sure. 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' Elphelt stands in front of the newly remade femmebot, in that beautiful gown, grinning in pure fellow-maiden-pre-marital bliss! She wraps a friendly hug around the other girl, then steps back. She asks the dreaded question. Her grin becomes wider, more awkward, and more goofy. "Well, ummm, wellll..." "Oh hey don't worry about it some people like that kind of thing OH LOOK A FLOWER SHOP LET'S GO GET YOU A PROPER BROACH!" Grab wrist! Zooooom! Off in a cloud of dresses, pink sparkles, and roses! 

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3062/Assault on Tres Estate

2015-09-21T15:24:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' An alert goes out to Confederate forces about a recently Unified world. Most importantly, it's one that a newly recruited member knows about. The world of JoJo's Earth is like many, many others on the surface, and so it's easy to fly in Confederate forces to the Tres Family estate. On board the generic aircraft, Linne K. Park looks uncharacteristically worried. Clutching what appears to be a stiff-bristled broom, the woman looks over those gathered. "Thank you all for coming. Let me come to the point quickly. My Master is under assault by unknown mercenary forces. They seem heavily armed, with at least one tank. My girls are defending to the best of their abilities, but to be frank, a dozen maids cannot defend against an assault like this." She hands out maps to the assembled group. The estate is a two-story victorian era home, and it's utterly palacial. There's the front grounds covered by a heavy iron gate, trimmed hedges, a brick walkway towards the house itself. There's also an interior map. Some particularly notable spots are the master bedroom and study, both located on the second floor, on the east wing of the building. "That is all we know. If possible, we need to destroy the mercenaries and repel them. But Mistress Tres' safety is our top priority. Even the maidstaff is secondary to that." There's a slight quiver in her voice, but she quickly steels herself. The airplane makes a somewhat questionable landing on a street leading towards the estate itself. The group can see the iron gates that have been ran over, presumably by the tank. There's several cars outside, and the sounds of gunfire can be heard. Linne doesn't waste time, leaping through the air in a wide arc. Those paying close attention can see what appear to be metallic feet occasionally shifting from inside Linne's own. "Keep up!" She pauses, and takes a listen as she reaches the gates, ducking behind a brick suporting column. Out in the front yard of the estate, there's a dozen men in flak jackets and wielding high-powered rifles. A few lay dead, and most are taking cover in the various hedges. There's a tank in the middle of the grounds pouring machine gun fire into the front doors of the mansion, that are utterly destroyed. A small pile of dead maids adorn the front door. From the windows, there's the occasional rifle shot, the defenders fighting back bravely, but hopelessly outgunned and outnumbered. "We must destroy that tank first." She 'looks' to the others, a brief moment for everyone to get in position and form a plan. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had heard about the plight of the Tres family, and so she is one of the first responders. Descending in a small pod-like dropship, the craft soon descends from the lower atmosphere and opens up--clamshell style. It's one of the most durable forms of packaging known to man, after all. Once it opens up, Ferham is left in a free fall, her gravity drive quickly compensating as she begins to slow until she dips down head-first, her red metallic wings flaring out as she begins to fly normally. High-heeled and red armored valkyrie bot, ready for duty and on quick dispatch. The femmebot actually has a small sonic boom accompanying her as she is down and close to the middle of the battle, assessing the situation before that cryo-generator of hers begins to fire up and her pink laser-like whip lashes out, in a menacing-warning shot style fashion at first, at least. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Worry for one's master is only natural. To not be worried about him or her in a situation like this would suggest that something has gone wrong in that relationship.     Though the emergency call for aid gave him little time to formally prepare, Taro donned his armour and called two of his favorite cyber-elves to join him before meeting the others on the tarmac. His diminutive associates perch one apiece on his shoulders during the flight, twinkling quietly and generally not being too distracting to him or to the others. Hopefully.     He takes the map when so offered. It may appear that he's given it only a casual glance before he closes his eyes, but he's giving the layout of the mansion and grounds careful scrutiny now that he has the image in his mind. The master suite is noted of course, along with the major hallways and stairwells, and the places where either the attackers or the defenders could hold or be cut off. "What does Mistress Tres look like?" he asks of Linne. "Also, Are there any internal defenses?"     The landing is of the kind from which they can all walk away, and so the android does not complain. He'll follow the others to the mansion-turned-battlefield, brow furrowing at the evident destruction thus far. His gaze then shifts briefly to the others. "I may be able to do something to disable the tank, or at least make it less troublesome. Could any of you actually destroy it?" 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' Vanessa's ears fold back with the gunfire? Just who did her master upset? There was never a tank driven up to the front door of her parent's mansion. Sure, there were assassination attempts on them but nothing like this. Mistress Tres must be rich to be able to afford all this. At least it should be worth her trouble right? "Well, I don't think it'll be able to do much if it's frozen solid right? And who exactly are we dealing with her?" It wouldn't hurt to know what they're up against right? 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      It's never a bad time to gain the trust of new allies! Especially if they've got a fancy big house to explore and laze about in sometime in the future. Sanary's with the group in that aircraft, doing her best not to laugh inappropriately at anything even remotely related to being trapped in a flying metal deathtrap.      She still needs to work on that.      "So we just need to wipe those mercs out, then. Hopefully without losing too many of your staff in the process..." The healer takes a deep breath as she checks her gear, dressed in her lighter Lagombi armor with the Daora Casca's kite shield on her back. She's also carrying a Physic staff and her trusty gunaxe on each side of her hips, the former looking particularly new and probably not even used once yet.      Hopefully, it won't need too much use as she follows Linne out of the plane, albeit at a somewhat slower pace from not being able to leap as far as the maid does. "I don't think I can /destroy/ the tank, but I can keep it occupied while you disable it. Maybe even take control of it and have some fun with it." The healer flashes Taro a brief grin before turning back to that group of enemy combatants, watching Ferham getting to work already.      "Can't let her take all the glory. Okay!" Sanary steels herself to do a dumb thing before doing just that! She breaks off from the group at the entrance to circle around the tank, although she's not trying to be quiet about it by any means. Rather, she's shouting madly and firing blasts of lightning from her gunaxe at the tank and the soldiers gathered around it. They're not well-aimed by any means, intended more to draw their attention while also hoping for some lucky hits.      "Come on, you shitbags! You couldn't hit a legless baby with those guns!" 

:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' Ferham's descent in a pod of all things more than gets the attention of the mercenaries. Even the machine gun fire slackens after a moment, and a few of the living maids are dragged by their fellows inside. One or two mercenaries are picked off by stray gunshots. These maids are good for mundane warriors. Particularly /maids/! One of the mercenaries hiding in the hedges spies Ferham, and tries to go after her with his gun! But a quick swipe of her laser-whip has the thing going flying. He screams in fright, landing on his rear. Trembling, he goes for his sidearm. "What /are/ you!?" He's never seen a reploid, or someone in such odd armor. The soldiers seem reluctant to fire on her at first! TAro gets quick answers from Linne, and there's a picture being passed around the Fed local net for everyone to see. The Lady Anne Tres is a tall, striking woman in her early forties, with barely a wrinkle or imperfection with slightly greying blonde hair. "None, aside from our personelle. About twenty servants in all, everyone is trained for combat, but not against a real military unit." She grits her teeth, biting back a snarl. "And I do not know how many are left." As for the tank? Vanessa and Taro both get nods from the woman. "Miss Selby, please freeze it as well as you can. I will assault the soldiers alongside Miss Ferham. No need to wipe them all out, this might be a diversion. Better to ensure as many of the staff and the Master are recovered than worry about the home. Mister Taro? Can you make a run for the entranceway and secure any information from the survivors? We will all follow you once the mercenaries are bewildered." Material goods are replaceable, after all. They have amazing insurance. Sanary's initial estimate of the situation was far too true. And then Sanary goes running off! Linne gasps! "M...Miss Rondel, be careful! Everyone! Shall we?" Linne, for her part, reaches into her skirts and pulls out a pair of feather dusters. They harden into sharp steel, and she tosses them at the sound of one of the machine guns on the tank. Whack whack! The gun is quickly disabled, and Sanary only has one gun spraying bullets at her! Though her gun-axe blasts score the tank, it doesn't do much else, but does discourage the soldiers from attacking! Can she dodge!? Then Linne wades into battle, her hardened mop slamming into soldiers as she leaps and dances about the battlefield gracefully. Whenever bullets can't be dodged, parts of her french maid outfit turn to steel, taking the blow or deflecting them. Five of the soldiers go down in quick succession before she's leaping from hedge to hedge, drawing confused gunfire as the mercenaries' morale breaks down on the sudden combined assault. More worryingly, that tank's gun is aiming towards the second story! Right at where the master study is! Should Taro manage to bust into the front door, he'll find it's a mess: the stairs leading upward have several holes, but still enough to get up top. There's more dead maids everywhere. From the looks of things, their forces have been cut in half, if not more. A purple haired maid with a shotgun finishes patching up another maid. "Oh thank God, are you reinforcements? We've held them off so far, and Miss Tres is in the study!" From the second story, there's the sound of shattering glass. A diversion!? 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Thankfully for these men, Ferham has her whip set to stun--or rather relatively non-deadly. "I'd have you not attack this family, if you'd be so kind," Ferham smirks a little as she adopts a bit of a cheesecake sort of pose as she folds her arms behind her head and stretches herself out into a luxurious reclining pose for a moment. "Please don't attack all these nice maids, eh boys? it would make me really happy if you didn't," of course, on the first sign of aggression she'd ditch that pose and that whip would be flaring out. Can the red and pink armored cheesecake distraction buy the maids any time that they need to get to cover? She gives a deep sigh and arches her back, looking like some kind of winged valkyrie on her photoshoot break, or the like. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The most efficient way to reach the entrance hall from the outer gate is to circumvent the battlefield between entirely. Thus, after a nod of agreement to Linne, he vanishes in a dark flash...     ...Three seconds later, he reappears in another dark flash at the heavily damaged front doors. Taking advantage of a small hole already punched through, he punches his armor-gloved fist through the gap, then reaches through fumble for and then unlatch the blot so he can open the door. "Linne sent me!" he shouts, in hopes that the maids don't make him their next target.     Once in, he quickly shuts the door behind him and relatches it. A quick glance around the foyer, and his brow furrows. "This place is no longer defensible," he says in assessment. "It would be wise to fall back."     Shattering glass from above. the android's brow furrows further. "Can your master defend herself?" 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' Well, at least no one said anything about Vanessa's appearance. Which is good because provoking her with all the chaos going on around them nightnot be a good idea. Since she's certainly going to need her full attention to freeze the tank. She ducks behind one of the hedges with her hands reaching up to cover her ears. The fox-woman gazes at the tank carefully and several thin layers of ice start to cover the tank. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Heh.. I'll be fine! I can fix it, no pro-" Sanary's boast is cut off by a spray of bullets, just barely able to get her shield up in time to keep her torso from being turned into ground meat. She's holding her ground rather well with that shield to keep her intact, although a few bullets do bypass her guard in grazing her sides and one even going right through part of her side.      "... N-no problem!" She's definitely sounding better than she feels, focusing her energy on that main wound to keep it from bleeding too much before turning her attention back to the tank. at least it appears to have its attention on her for the time being rather than Vanessa or Ferham, and she's even able to squeeze a few more lightning shots at some of the other soldiers closer to it while continuing to duck behind her shield. Those shots have to stop sooner or later, right?      "You get one chance! Leave now, surrender, or die!" Everything sensible in her is yelling at her to follow Taro inside, but... Well. She's already out here with the shield, so might as well play the part of the wild card. 

:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' Notably, the mercenaries have no real insignia on them, no identifying company. Real illegal or black ops stuff here! But there /is/ a rather distracting woman in front of them. More than one soldier is sporting a nose-bleed, and some of their fire has slackened off. "H...how about going on a date with us instead of helping those stupid mai..." Konk! A metal broom to the back of the head courtesy of Linne. "I would appreciate it, gentlemen, if you did not treat Miss Ferham poorly." Protector of a fellow Lady, this maid. She actually manages to land atop a hedge, do what could best be described as a backwards-bending curtsey after she kicks off the top of a soldier's head, knocking him out, all in traditional JoJo's posing style. How she can flex like that so easily is anyone's guess! Ferham's distraction, and then a resulting whip or two at a few of the guards buys time for the still living maids to form up with their injured comrades. Taro 'knocks' on the door in his special way, and there's a dozen guns being pointed at him. But they quickly lower. Linne's name has weight here. The remaining maids nod to each other. "Yes. We'll get Lady Tres and..." Glass. "No! We have a bodyguard, but..." There's too many dead. These guys are /good/. The maids gulp hard. "We'll...distract them. If they brought a tank to this, then whoever is going after Mistress might be...like Lady Linne." The maid cautions. Several of the maids get ready to evacuate the worst of the wounded. The fighting-fit maids begin pouring gunfire, taking out impressive numbers of soldiers in their renewed zeal and fear. At this rate, the mercenaries will be wiped out, though at a heavy cost. A few other gunshots signal the last acts of loyalty by the few maids too wounded to be dragged out. Sanary is peppered with gunfire, and indeed they eventually stop. With the odds now finally turning against them, several soldiers look about to retreat. And then, with Sanary distracting them and using her shield against bullets, Vanessa acts. The tank freezes over. It locks the gunners in, but most importantly? That ice reaches the barrel in time. It doesn't reach the firing mechanisms, but causes the metal in the gun to become brittle. When that massive shell fires, there's a chain reaction: the gun shatters, killing several soldiers instantly, before the shell erupts within the remains of the barrel, cooking off the fuel tanks within the tank itself. From ice to fire, the men inside and more than two-thirds of the soldiers lay dead, dieing, or simply unconscious. "F...full retreat! We've done our part!" It seems Sanary will get her ultimatum. Linen rushes into the building, and spies her subordinates. She's quick to issue orders. "Where is the Mistress!? Wounded, get going. We bury our dead another day. Everyone? Come along." The blind head maid is joined by a green haired maid with a pistol as she waits for her fellow Elites to regroup. Then she leads the rush to the study. The door has been opened. Inside? A tall man in a pink shirt and slacks, with glasses and black hair has Anne Tres in his arms. She's been grabbed from behind. The pink haired maid, presumably her bodyguard, lays unconscious on the floor. Her face is frozen in fear. "Lady Tres!" Calls Linne. The poor woman just shivers. The man tsk's. "If ya don't want the nice lady to lose 'er throat, ya might wanna let me 'escort' her away." Offers the man. There's the sound of a helicopter lowering from the air, guns pointed at the window. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Seeing as her ploy has worked over well enough, Ferham flicks her whip out again, dropping the cheesecake pose. "Cool off, gentlemen," Ferham raised her arms ala Storm and suddenly the trees and foliage around them would suddenly flash freeze, leaving the area difficult to traverse for the un-marked soldiers. "Okay, how's it going with their artillery?" she asks Linne, surprised at the sudden freezing up of that too. "Someone else is a cold manipulator on this team?" the femmebot seems definitely surprised at this, keeping her altitude low as she hovers along between the trees along with the maids. She stopped as she was confronted by this mysterious man once inside the maid's headquarters. She wasn't about to make a move now and risk anyone being executed in a hostage situation like this, at least she wouldn't without any signal from Linne. "Just stay calm, nobody has to get hurt, okay?" her voice cool, almost a purr. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     There's not much Taro can do for the wounded that they aren't already doing for themselves. Cyber-elves can only heal machines, and Nurse Gorgon makes unhappy noises whenever he attempts to practice organic medicine. Thus, he gives one of his 'elves other instructions. "Sitta. Go find Lady Tres. Lead her here if you can."     'Right away!' the twinkling light on his left shoulder warbles in an electronic voice, then alights to fly up the holed staircase and out of sight. Not that it would have been able to do anything about the lady of the house being a hostage...     Linne joins them then, and since it appears that the wounded are able to reteat on their own, he'll follow her and the others up toward the study. Too late, it seems. His eyes narrow in an icy glare. "This is foolishness. Release her." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Were they actually hitting on Ferham out here of all places? Idiots. Sanary lets out a low sigh as she readies that gunaxe again, grunting in pain with each tank bullet sending the impact through the shield and into her arm. Thankfully, Vanessa's ice seems to have done the trick, if the exploding cannon and retreating mercenaries are any indication.      "Your part...? Ah, shit." Sounding even more irritated at the fact that they might have just been distracted from the true objective, the healer's not above firing a few more blasts of lightning into those mercenaries' backs out of spite before regrouping with Linne and the others inside. She'll even direct some healing magic towards those who come close enough for her to do it! She can't forget to do her job here as THE HEALER, after all.      And once they find Lady Tres with her attempted captor? Sanary raises her gunaxe yet again while keeping magical energy swirling about near (but not quite in) her magitech eye.      "Actually, here's how it's gonna go. Either you put your head on the ground and beg for mercy now, or we can turn you into paste." A particularly nasty grin appears on the healer's face as she stares straight at pink shirt man. She's been practicing her deranged asshole face lately, hasn't she?      She totally has. "And if she happens to get killed while we do it? Whatever. We've got the tech to bring her bang, anyway. You don't. So... Your move~" 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' That's not quite Vanessa had intended but it works. It leaves her a bit drained and she takes her a moment to recover. "Did you think you were the only cryokinetic in the Multiverse?" She overhears Ferham's comment as she slowly makes her way inside, she's not exactly the speedy type. Once inside she notices that the Mistress is being held hostage, "Did you see what happened to the tank outside? It can just as easily happen to the helicoper." They wouldn't likely get far if they did try to escape. 

:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' A few of the mercenaries, between adrenaline, their wounds, exhaustion, and that lovely pose of Ferhams? Just drop unconscious, and several more konk out on frozen trees, felled by the frozen foliage! The forces are truly in shambles! Inside, things are far more dire. The man just smirks. "That's right. Jus' let us take the Lady, and none of ya need to get hurt!" Taro similarly gets a smirk. "Nah. This here is a hostage situation, son! I release her, and ya lot ice me! I got a choppa' out there anyway! So be niiiice and cool..." Sanary's healing has several would-be-dead maids limping off. There's grateful looks, from both Linne and the staff. Given the amount of loyalty being shown tonight, it's not something that will be forgotten. The man actually flinches as Sanary plays the horrid killer. Linne, for her part, goes several shades paler. She looks at Sanary with something between pure fear, and a sudden killing desire. She's bluffing. She has to be. She has to trust Lady Tres on this! "Yer jokin'!" Comes the pink-shirted man, but he's backing away. The Lady in his arms, but he looks scared now. The man has had enough. "Awwww shut it, fox-ears!" He concentrates, and yells aloud! "THE DOORS!" A tall, pink, lanky figure emerges behind him, and raises its hands! The Stand's power activates, and a door erupts beneath each of our Confederates! To Ferham, there's a trapdoor into a room full of what appears to be a...pool of chocolate? The heat from the area might suggest it'd be highly unhealthy for a normal person. But could a Ferrybot avoid the door pulling her in, or otherwise survive a sticky experience? Taro would find a literal wall of swords, like out of some kind of armory, being thrust from below at him! Sanary would find herself being dragged down too! This time it's right outside the manner, falling towards the helicopter and its blades! Vanessa gets a door. There's an entire tank barrel aimed right at her face, and the sounds of something clicking. It's reloading! Time to act! Linne gets her own personal door! Ten men step out, their guns at the ready! She can't dodge this close! A metal maiden emerges from behind her, and it amonst the soldiers immediately! "IRON MAIDEN! URYA URY URY URY URYAAAAAA!" Comes the woman with her Stand Cry, each touch from the odd Stand leaving behind a solid statue. Afew of them fire. She's left not bleeding, but her body is covered in iron, and definitely shot up. She'll need medical attention. The enemy Stand User is leaping for the windows with Lady tres in tow! 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' Vanessa frowns a bit at the man's remark but she has more important matters to deal with. Like an entire tank barrel aimed at her face. She thought she destroyed it, did time just get rewinded or something? Oh well, at least she didn't get the room full of molten chocolate. Freezing the tank barrel wouldn't work this time, it would explode right in her face. Instead she freezes the area below her trying to crush the door and the tank barrel with a massive ice block. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro bristles at being called 'son', but...that thought is entirely interrupted by Sanary's impressively frightening intimidation.     ...     A good thing they're both on the same side.     The android steps forward as hostage-taker and hostage back toward the window, but any intent of rushing them is thwarted by the sudden appearance of an open trapdoor beneath his feet. For a brief moment, his glare is replaced by a look of almost comical befuddlement as he falls through.     An armory of swords rushes up at him as his armor's wings unfurl, and his other elf clings desperately to a lock of his hair to keep from tumbling away itself. It's almost but not quite too late to save him - one of the blades pieces his left shin clean through, and others slice his armored boots - but his wings arrest his fall before he becomes a complete android pincushion.     Meanwhile, his other cyber-elf flies after Tres and her abductor. Not that it can do a thing to stop them, but at least it can try to follow. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham however doesn't notice the door opening beneath her in time, so when the sudden drop is introduced, she can't compensate with her gravity-flight to keep herself from going plooshing into the... chocolate? There is little sound from her, completely submerged in the chocolate--until her head breaks the surface, she first clears her mouth, then her face off as well as she can. "Well... there have been stranger things I've been covered in," she then looks back up to the top of the trap door before trying to pull herself out of the molten chocolate pool and carry herself up via her flight to grab the edges of the trapdoor frame. Which will probably take her a moment to pull herself through, unless the door tries to shut on her. In which case she'll have to wrench it open to get out. She just hopes that isn't fast-drying chocolate, or anything--it'll be unfortunate to wind up as a chocolate-covered Ferham for easter. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Looks like that bluff didn't work as well as expected. Sanary doesn't even have the time to fire off a warning shot near the pink-shirted man before she's pulled into her trapdoor! Luckily, she's falling at the right angle to actually see what she's falling at. Unluckily for her, it just so happens to be freaking HELICOPTER BLADES.      "Shit shit shit shit!" At least she's got the AANS on her legs under all that fuzzy armor and a big, sturdy shield! Flinging her legs downwards to try and get a better angle (along with her shield to try and damage the blades directly), she pumps a massive amount of energy into those anklets to slow her fall considerably.      The good news: Sanary does stop short of getting diced to bits! The bad news: It's not quite enough to keep one of her feet from dipping too far down, and it gets sliced off relatively cleanly at the ankle. Without the second anklet in place to maintain her balance, Sanary goes spiraling out of control in mid-air and eventually makes a crash landing just outside the manor's main building.      At least she isn't falling at the helicopter blades anymore. 

:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' This barrel at least looks slightly smaller, perhaps. Hard to tell up this close. And...is that concrete and a /harbor/ near the tank? There's no rivers nearby, much less oceans. What /are/ these Doors!? But more impossibly for the foxess, she quickly reacts, and the Door is frozen solid in ice! It slams back shut with a low 'krump' of a tank shot, and then it fades away back to the original floor that was there. TAro is slashed and cut up by the armory blades! Yet he manages to avoid being utterly skewered! The Door starts to slam closed. If he checks his gps-alike, he'd note that he's in a local museum of military history several hundred miles from the mansion. The elf makes it through! Ferham is covered with delicious dark chocolate! It burst like heck, and sticks. Tasty though! Her hands would be a bit slippery, but with her reploid physique, isn't reduced to the Easter Reploid! When she climbs out, the Door slams shut. "Wah! How're you idiots alive!? Shouldn't you be a cheesecake chocolate easter girl by now!?" Poor Sanary becomes a heli-victim. The landing is right into the hedges, thank god, and there's an escaping maid quick to tend to her now horrible wound. She even collects the foot. But that powerful armor mangled the chopper's blades, and now it's rushing for the window. The pink-shirted man panicks. Linne has a choice to make. If she doesn't act, then her Mistress will get skewered along with the rest of them. She rushes to the window! "Iron Maiden!" The Stand appears, and punches the window repeatedly, forming hard steel over steel. The chopper crashes. One blade runs through the window, her ability not fast enough! And catches the pink shirted man in the rhoat. He gurgles. "Tha...oors..." His last act is to tear open a door between Anne and the floor, who falls in. It slams shut. He falls limp. Linne, for her part, falls to her knees. She screams and howls in fury, her Stand raging, tearing up the floor and room. It'd be wise to leave, lest one get caught by flying wood shards as it all catches up to her. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro makes a note to visit this museum again, perhaps with Nine, albeit during normal hours of operation and when it is not otherwise trying to skewer him.     The door above him is closing, and he rushes upward with a burst of countergrav to reach it before he's trapped. There's a moment of silent consternation as he realizes his wingspan is wider than the frame, and so after one last burst of speed, he folds them and hopes the momentum is enough to carry him through.     The landing is less than graceful when he lands on the once again solid floor, but at least he is on the right floor when he falls on hand and knee. Perhaps it's just as well that he did, as it's faster to fall flat when the helicopter crashes into the side of the mansion.     There's splinters and shards and plaster and fury sailing all around him now, and he raises his hand to try and keep the worst out of his eyes. Spying the one maid still unconscious on the floor, he pushes himself into a crouch to crawl over to her and drag her to the relative safety of the hallway. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary does not sound pleased, judging from the constant string of curses coming from that hedge. The worst part? She can't even heal the wound properly without risking not being able to put her foot back on properly later. Thankfully, there's a maid around to bring her that foot!      Still, she's not really in any condition to go after anyone at this point or even get inside the manor. No, the healer's content to just stay in that bush for now, barely able to keep herself from passing out from the sheer pain while also trying to get that foot back onto her just enough to make it back to proper medical care.      She'll have to talk to Linne about the rest of the details later. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Huh, this might be a good look for me," Ferham splutters a bit as she pulls herself up from the trap door, getting back to her feet. She is utterly /covered/ in chocolate, dripping with it, as steam rises up off her. "Is everyone alright? Taro? Sanary?" she looks around, spotting the maid passed out. "We need to get her back to the base to medical, lets go," Ferham moves to help extract them. 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' Vanessa's just hoping Anne's still alive after all that. After all it's pretty unlikely there'll be any reward if she got killed. Plus, it would make all this largely pointless. She shields her eyes from the flying debris and yawns a bit. All of this has her worn out, it's to go find some place cool and pass out for a while. 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' It's been a long night and day for Linne K. Park. Her failure at saving her Master even /with/ such heavy support, the deaths of so many of her beloved subordinates, the exhaustion from the operation has had her in her room at the Citadel until just an hour ago. There's all the signs of grief and shame in her eyes, but they don't reach the rest of Linne. She's clean, well presented, not a single wrinkle in her skirts or face. In front of her, five women in maid uniforms nervously watch as she sparrs with a sixth girl. The casualties last night were horrid. She needs replacements. The girl in question aims a spiked-knuckled fist at Linne. The woman ducks aside under the punch, looking almost bored. A frown grows on her face, before she finally catches the girl's wrist and kicks her in the stomach with a boot. She goes down, unconscious. Linne didn't even use her Stand. Turning to the rest of the girls, she scowls. "The Tres Family is an ancient one. We accept nothing but the most promising and strong of maidservants to even begin to train with us. You are all found wanting. Dismissed." As the girl's drag off the fallen maid, tears in many eyes, Linne has a chair and a fancy room summoned up by the Field of Trials. There's tea ready, and she frowns. "Where /ever/ am I going to get promising candidates?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Last nights festivities were not lost on Fer either, she seemed a bit haunted that she could not have done more at the estate--this much is evident on her face, though thankfully the evidence of last night's chocolate dunking has been entirely cleaned away.      "Miss Park?" Ferham starts as she comes in to see her, frowning a little as she enters, her heeled boots click-clacking on the room of the fancy floor. She had to admire the interior and just how clean it was--again, she chides herself, she's forgotten: maids. Though that in of itself also sends a pang of guilt into her, the carnage last night was extreme. "I... am not sure what to say. I should have been there sooner, but I dispatched as fast as I could, I..." she paused a little, grimacing a bit. It would appear this was hard on the femmebot as well. "If there is anything I can to help you right now, would you let me know?" 

:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' Linne turns to the click of heels. For once, she doesn't seem to know what to say. She actually misses a beat. No wonder: she looks terrible despite all she's done to ensure she's presentable. Rather than try for reassurances, the maid goes into full automatic mode. She's up, over to the other chair, and gently pulling it out for Ferham. She offers a deep curtsey to the woman. "Welcome home, Miss Ferham." Her voice is as calm and graceful as ever, but she can't quite hide the sorrow in it. A single finger runs along the table, guiding her over to the opposite table. "Please sit, Miss Ferham." Ferham might notice the slight curve to the seat. It's as if this thing was made for comfort, and more specifically, Ferham's. The color even compliments her armor! Surely a coincidence. "Would you like anything?" There's tea, both normal and Reploid-safe kind already out. But she can't avoid the question for too long. A single, dainty finger reaches across the table to try to silence Ferham at first. "Miss Ferham, I will not hear of any such regrets or self-loathing. You performed your duties admirably in a situation that was abrupt. The fault in all of this lays entirely upon the head of security of the mansion." Her voice is stern, commanding, and yet warm at the same time. She means, of course, herself. "Nor is there time for self pity. Lady Tres will be kept alive. That man could have killed her after all. Therefore, we simply must act instead of moping." Her voice lowers. That one's clearly aimed at herself. The offer of help has her face softening just a bit. "Companionship right now would be wonderful, Miss Ferham." A slight pause. "You fought remarkably well." A statement, with a bit of curiousity to it. A slight smirk comes to her face. "Tell me what you are capable of, Miss Ferham." Just a hint of command to her voice. There's a plan forming in her mind. Ferham might be doomed. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "You don't have to," Ferham paused as the girl got up and pulled the seat out for her, though she was not going to turn down the generosity, especially with Linne having been through what she had been through. This was her job, apparently Fer wasn't going keep her from doing it. "Tea... I wouldn't mind," she eyes the deep blue of the E-can that is likely being used for the Reploid tea-set, wondering just where or when Linne had acquired that. Questions for later.      "It's... not that simple for me, I tried to reduce the loss of life, but... the conditions we encountered were extreme, I didn't expect that," she would let the maid serve her some tea, before she seems to dissuade the femmebot from being depressed about her lack of effectiveness the night before.      "Me? Well... I'm a high-performance flight-equipped Reploid, built-in cryogenics and gravity-based flight system, martial training, also skilled with infiltration, and my partner unit is capable of solid holograms," she hasn't told her about Trance, yet. Somehow though Fer seems to feel just a bit small with that look coming from Linne however, as if there was something in store for her here. 

:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' Ferham, still, has a point and a worrying one. "You do bring up a worrisome matter. We...have had assassins before. Ones like that man. But we have always fought them off. Bringing a tank and a mercenary company is an extreme measure on top of a kidnapping. Whoever this is, they are well funded, and need her for something. It has never been anything like this." A shake of the head, and then she focuses on Ferham. "Mmm-mmm. I might have to test those powers some time. Unfortunately..." She pulls up her sleeve. There's a few bandages. Even her Stand has limits. "I am going to be foreward, Miss Ferham. You helped save the lives of my subordinates. You are strong. You seem to have principles. And I now unfortunately have openings on my staff. Perhaps until I find more permanent members, a talented woman such as yourself could fill that void." For a brief moment, there's a sharp grin on her face. "With proper training, of course. Have you ever served another? How are your cooking skills?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I see... I guess you would have encountered such things in your service," Ferham frowns a little as the maid shows off her bandages. "I should have taken it a bit more seriously, I admit, I am sorry you were injured, Miss Park," Fer leaned over to gently slide the soft undersides of her gloved fingertips against the side of the girl's arm, concerned but likely also trying to assess her condition. "Well, if there is anything I can assist with, well I will do whatever I can," uh oh, those are some powerful words there, and even Fer's face has to show a little unsureness when Linne flashes that sharp devilish grin there. Uh oh.      "Training? Err, I don't think I've cooked much, if at all--I'm not a domestic model, I'm afraid," she smiled a bit sheepishly, frowning. "What exactly would you need me to do?" she brought the teacup and saucer she was holding closer to her face and took a sip. 

:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' "All part of the occupation, my dear. A servant should be willing to give her heart, soul, and body in defense of her Master." Comes Linne by rote, nodding slightly to herself. Linne's arm is taken, all softness and slender warmth. Underneath the bandages are definitely bullet wounds, though it's almost like the bullets went into metal rather than flesh. More clues to that odd Stand ability of hers. Linne can't help her smile. It's a smile of pure victory. A good thing given just how exhausted and sad she was a few moments ago. Ferham has just made her day. "Whatever you can, hmm?" Her tone is just a bit playful here. She sets down her tea, and walks over to Ferham, and gently extends an uninjured hand. Should Ferham take it, she'll then draw the reploid into a dance around the room. Relying on the other girl to guide in case of unfortunate objects, she otherwise leads into a beautiful and graceful dance. "I want you to learn how to be a proper maid. Do you have someone you love? Or perhaps someone you simply wish to serve? I will show you how to attend to their every need, their every want before they themselves even realize it themselves. You will be grace incarnate, and a defender of your beloved Master, Miss Ferham. And you will grow, be taught, and your teacher shall grow alongside you. Dear Miss Ferham, I would have you as a pupil and sister in the honored tradition of a true servant." The dance finally stops, she backs away, and curtseys. "What say you?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Sort of sounds familiar," Fer is reminded of the sort of zeal and oath she had given to the Rebellion back home. "Eesh, feels like you were shot through, I do hope you're going to make sure this is all properly treated," the femmebot shows a bit of mother-henning of her own here. "Strange though, you seem to have some supernal resistance to trauma," she notes, seeing as how the tissue seemed to curve outward so stiffly. She retracts her hand. "Your abilities allow you to do that?" she raised her gloved hand and put her teacup and saucer down--quite surprised when Linne draws her into... a ballroom sort of dance?      "A... maid?" she sounds as if this is more than a little odd, having not really understood the ramifications of it along with the philosophy, though she seems hesitant to turn Linne down, maybe she still felt a little bad. "I will do my best, though I do want you to regain your strength first," Ferham's arms cross around Linne's waist, trying to gently guide Linne around and perhaps back to the chairs--though not too quickly. 

:'''{{#var:877|Linne (877)}} has posed:''' "Do not worry, I have an appointment with Medical soon." She promises. Really, the maid should get on that. It's a bad habit she's had for a long time. "Correct! Allow me to demonstrate." Linne shows off her uninjured hand. With slight concentration, that hand quickly turns first into what feels like simple iron, then to shiney copper, and then through a few other alloys rapidly. All common to her timeperiod, but her range of types is fairly impressive. "I can change any part of myself to metals of numerous types as I desire. With a touch from Iron Maiden, just about anything becomes a statue of steel." Ferham might have noticed a statue or two in the Estate. Best to not think too hard. She's happily led back to her seat, smiling in thanks to Ferham. Already, the girl meets with approval. "Mmm~ Mmm~! Someone has the making of a true maid already. I will rest, and then, we will begin your training. Prepare yourself, Ferham. I will subject you to the terror, power, and majesty of becoming a servant." That imperious tone enters her voice for just a moment. Then she reaches over, and gently pats Ferham's head. "Good girl." Her first reward! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Good, I'm glad," Ferham nodded, her gloved hand reaching up to wrap around Linne's fist, almsot in a pantomime of 'paper wraps rock' from rock paper scissors. "Oh... Oh! I see, best not to touch your hand like that, then," Fer pulled her hand back a bit quickly, inspecting it before guiding Linne down back to the teaset.      "Huh... terror, power and majesty? Sounds like becoming a maid is scarier than I thought," she blinked a little, her eyes going a little wide when the maid just sort of reached over and... head patted her. Well, at least it was making Linne happy, and seeing her smile for the moment was worth the awkward moment or condescending sorts of pats.      "I will not fail you again, I promise," she nods. Taking a sip of that tea though, she had to look up with a frown. Hrm, she'd have to get Linne to show her how she brewed this E-can-based tea, it was hitting the spot. 

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3048/Orange and Red Rematch!

2015-09-21T15:19:12Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      It had been a week or two since last Ferham had shown up around the Gem warship. Apparently she'd had some other things to attend to in the interim. Right now however, the high-heeled and thigh-high boots of the femmebot could be heard clicking in from the command bridge into the barracks. She seemed to be doing a little picking up perhaps after the homeworld gems that roamed the halls, though she was also running some diagnostics on the ships systems itself, making sure it was running in order and taking stock of any repairs or additions it might need. She didn't seem to mind playing den mother for the gems, least till they had gotten back on their feet, so to speak. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      The barracks is Jasper's home. She's a fairly regimented Gem, as it turns out, with a set regimen for her daily activities - much of it is taken up by honing her martial prowess or by checking over the stock of weapons in the armory. The sound of Ferham's clicking feet cause her to look up from her work, and she turns to look over her shoulder at the red and pink robotic woman.      "Something you want?" she snaps, as friendly as ever. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham stopped as she took note of Jasper standing there, blinking a little, before adopting a little smile. "Doing some exercises there?" she asks, before walking past, hips swaying a little, casually checking around the main room of the barracks where the homeworld gem seemed to be doing her training activities. "I hope you're not still mad about our last little sparring match before, are you?" she seems to be teasing just a little, though some part of her voice makes it sound like she's a little curious or concerned, as well. "You weren't hurt or anything by me before, were you?" she paused and turned to face Jasper, a hand on her hip and peering down at her. In truth most of her actions were designed to shine the homeworld gem on, a bit. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper crosses her arms, glaring at Ferham behind her wild white fringe. "I was, until I was interrupted. Why would I be mad?" she asks, "You don't think you could really hurt me, could you?" She snarks out a single note of laughter. "That's really something. We were sparring, I was pulling my punches - that's a very different thing than facing me on the battlefield. Now, like I said: is there something you want, or are you just here to annoy me?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Maybe I was concerned, that's all," Ferham looked up with a little honesty in her voice, though she's folding her arms over her front. "You seem to think that I'm not a threat, hrm--if I was to beat you in some kind of physical contest, what would you do?" Ferham walked around the large, white-haired homeworld gem woman, seeming to be curious about this, her voice purring a little. "Would you perhaps stop always trying to attack or prove your physical superiority over me, or something like that? Teach me with perhaps a little basic respect and common decency?" Fer grinned a little, patting a gloved hand against her arm in thought. "Could you even imagine such a thing, Miss Jasper?" 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "No," Jasper replies simply, to that last question. She watches Ferham walk around her, tracking her with her golden eyes, although she doesn't otherwise move. Still, she gives off the impression of some kind of big cat predator.      "The only thing I'm going to teach you, /Ferham/," Jasper says, "Is what happens when I'm annoyed. You want respect, decency? Then find Peridot or Lapis Lazuli! I'm here to fight - it's what I was made for. Frankly, I'd like to see you /try/ to beat me in some kind of contest. It'd be good for a /laugh/!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      It's not lost on Ferham how Jasper seems to watch her like that, resembling something of a lion with that big mane of white hair of hers. "Not well versed in human customs, are you? Well that sort of thing works either way, what would you require of /me/ if you were to win?" Fer brought up her gloved hand and flexed the black polymer bird-like talons of hers, her green eyes peering between them at the large, muscular woman. "I'll de-armor and everything, see?" Ferham put a hand to her chest and her entire form glowed white for a moment, the wings and helmet disappearing, leaving behind the dark-haired and black spandex-clad form underneath. She was a bit shorter without the heels on her boots course, but it did help showcase her figure, at least. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Hmm..." Jasper rumbles, staring at Ferham without saying anything. "You look like a human," she says at last, "You look weak."      Ouch. She continues, though. "The only thing I'd want from you is obedience. Someone who'll obey my commands. Technically, Peridot leads this mission, and Lapis - well, I won't trust her just yet. You, Ferham, would be my subordinate." She bends down, to put herself eye level with the pink and red robot. "And I'll make a real soldier out of you. Someone who can take on those damn Crystal Gems. Now," she says, pulling herself back to her full height. "Do I need to put some sort of wager on the table?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Obedience, hmm? that could be wagered, I think," Ferham nodded a little, smiling. "Yes, that's it, precisely, if I win, you honor my part of the deal, but if you win, well..." Ferham smiled a little more broadly, grinning, even. "Then I'll be obedient to you, is that acceptable?" she raised a thin dark brow, taking a step back to where she could get a fair distance away from the homeworld gem without getting too far, but also arranging herself directly across from her, hopefully over whatever training mat that the large white-haired woman had been using--if she bothered with such. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Fine by me," Jasper retorts, watching Ferham as she steps back. Jasper adjusts her stance, bending low and finding her center of balance. Clenching her fists, she smirks and states: "Take your best shot. You'll get one punch for free!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham decides to make the first move, as the larger, white-haired and tanned woman gets her center of gravity lower. The now un-armored femmebot darts forward and attempts to try and impact with her palm against Jasper's chest, trying to catch them and possibly knock them over. But oof, Ferham might be underestimating Jasper's weight and muscle mass there just a bit, perhaps. Despite being a Reploid, Ferham herself isn't /that/ heavy, in fact, without her armor she's probably more on level with a human. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper grins like a shark as Ferham darts towards her. The palm strike takes her right on the chest but Jasper barely moves - her size and weight advantage seem to absorb most of the energy of Ferham's strike. Jasper grips Ferham's wrist with one hand - and begins bending it back and away from her chest, slowly but surely.      "That," Jasper states, smirking, "Was your free shot." And then she leans her head back, tenses the muscles through her shoulder and neck, and /slams/ her forehead against Ferham's own! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Now, as a Reploid Ferham's neural net is encased bahind inches of lightweight titanium and behind a shock-dampening assembly, so her brainmeats so to speak are not exactly harmed--however it still hurts like a bitch to get head butted like that. It also momentarily disorients her. "Waaah!" she rocked back on the balls of her feet, her spandex-clad feet and legs likely not the most traction-able on the floor or mat if there is one. She looks like she's off-balance, taking a second to recover. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper moves. A being of her size takes time to get up to their full speed, due to simple physics, but once she's moving, there's enough strength there to give her a surprising amount of speed. As Ferham rocks back, Jasper presses her with numerous blows from her fists, aiming to hammer away at her abdomen!      "Come now!" Jasper crows, "You can do better than that! Why'd Peridot even bring you onto this ship?! Fight back!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ugh--I wasn't supposed to hurt you doing this, is the thing," Ferham takes the blow to her head like a champ, apparently--the strikes to her chest however cause her to double over--sure, it hurts, even if she doesn't have soft pulpy tissues to hammer into liquid like those fists are attempting to do. "Gah!" she rears back up and tries to hammer her own first into the Gem's side, trying to get her to double over perhaps like she'd just had done to her. "I can fight as well as you want me to," she clears her throat, finally. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, don't worry yourself on my account! You should be more concerned whether /I'm/ going to hurt /you/!" Jasper snarls, ducking back as Ferham punches her in the side. "Hah! Good! Now, harder! Otherwise, I'll be sending your parts to Peridot to repair, little machine!"      She charges again, throwing a punch. But it's a feint, and Jasper darts around her smaller opponent, looking to put the robotic woman in a headlock! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Going to take me apart? ugh, be still my heart," Ferham grimaces as she has to duck and assume a more knife-fighter sort of stance to avoid those huge heavy blows from Jasper, fighting the larger home-world gem woman is like trying to fight a wall, almost. She reacts to the punch and is startled when instead Jasper ducks back and she's pulled into a headlock, eyes shutting and straining to break free, her hands grabbing the arm around her neck as she is hunched and bent over. "Nggh," she can't really form words however, she's much too busy with the gem-woman crushing her neck. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "It's nothing worse than what those Crystal Gems would do to you," Jasper seethes into Ferham's ear. She inexorably intensifies her grip around Ferham's neck. "But you're like us, aren't you? You don't need to breathe. You've got spirit, I can see that - but spirit doesn't win battles."      "Only skill does," Jasper states, readying her free fist, and aiming to drive it into the small of Ferham's back! Ouch! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oof!" Ferham finds herself knocked hard as the punch impacts in her back, causing her back to arch from the very force of it. She might be wondering just how strong Jasper needs to be to slug her like that while still holding her with one arm. Though the femmebot grabs Jasper's arm again and tries to pull free, or at the very least try to pull Jasper over her shoulder--which she puts a lot of force into. However it might just send the two of them tumbling down over eachother! Not the ideal spot for Fer exactly, if the Gem woman's strength is that prodigious! 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      The pair fall together onto the ship's deck, Jasper growling. "Hmm, tougher spine than I thought," she says, moving to keep Ferham grounded against the deck and to sit on top of her to prevent Ferham from getting away. From there, Jasper goes to seize her opponent by the shoulders and slam her down against the floor again. No, it doesn't seem to be an ideal spot at all!      "Last chance to yield, Ferham - I don't suggest you take it." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There isn't any noise out of Ferham for the time being, not with how she's getting knocked around like that, and with the homeworld-gem's... rather muscle-toned and large rear pinning her to the floor like that, it doesn't seem as Fer has the leverage to pull herself up as she's bashed against the floor like this. "If I do will you stop trying to cave my skull in!?" Ferham tries to turn so she can reach up and possibly throw the large gem-woman off of her. "Or do you really enjoy this and don't want it to end?" she grimaced a bit, narrowing her eyes up at the white-hared woman. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "If you surrender when you can still fight," Jasper snarls, "You're weak and not worth my time! I'm going to make a warrior out of you, someone who'll take on the Crystal Gems with some new surprises!" It's probably closer to the second statement of Ferham's than the first, really.      As Ferham throws her off, Jasper grabs Ferham by the arm and drags her with her. Growling, Jasper steps around Ferham, dragging that arm in her grip and- Oh, wow, it's like she's going to dry and /dislocate/ Ferham's shoulder joint! That's one way to say 'I've won'. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Pfft, I surrender when it's tactically sound," Ferham doesn't look like she's done fighting yet exactly, and when she's dragged she squirms and tries to pull away from Jasper when she grabs her arm like that. She isn't quite sure if Jasper can actually do that, or if it will not tear something out that will simply ruin her arm. The way she struggles to prevent it seems to imply that it did hurt, however--and that she would try and prevent it from happening at all. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Could Jasper dismember someone? Who knows, and it doesn't seem like they'll be finding out today. Still, Jasper grips the limb and yanks, twists and /pulls/ and seems to accomplish something, given the sound of tortured metal that sounds out briefly. While Ferham's arm remains there, it doesn't seem like it'll be functioning at its best any time soon.      Jasper steps back - and, grinning, summons her Crash Helmet to her head. The lights of the Gem warship glint off the heavy crest.      "Now is it tactically sound?" Jasper asks. "Because I've waged battles on a thousand worlds, seen the best rise and fall - and it's looking like to me that you have lost!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ahhh!" the light 'thunk' or muted pop is heard, and Ferham suddenly can't work that arm as well as she could, something is definitely out of alignment. Sort of like the ball-joints of an action figure, however on a much more complex and high-tech scale--it's been pulled out of it's socket. "Okay... okay, you've made your point, you're a better fighter than I am," Ferham looks over at the arm of hers she can't move it like she could normally, looking as if something is visibly wrong with the joint, at that. "Urgh, I give up, I need to see an engineer," she huffed a little, using the balls of her feet to push back from Jasper, likely to get some space between them. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper doesn't stop Ferham from leaving, and the smirk on her face says plenty about how satisfied she is with her victory. However, she does step around the femmebot and put herself between her and the doorway out. "I didn't hear a 'sir' on the end of that sentence, Ferham. Don't tell me you've already forgotten the terms of our agreement. It'd be a shame if I had to tell Peridot how insubordinate you've become." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham pulls herself up and sighs a little, looking at and holding onto her now dislocated arm, green eyes flashing up to Jaspers. "Alright, I need to see an engineer to fix my dislocated shoulder-joint, sir," Fer panted a little, as if she was surprised and a little out of breath, though it was surprising she could be. "Not Ma'am...?" she asks after a few moments, seeing if Jasper will let her by, but she's also a bit curious on that. I mean who wouldn't be? 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Peridot's an engineer and I know that she'd want nothing more than to figure out how you work," Jasper states, although her tone of voice isn't really positive about something like that. "I care more about maintaining a chain of command than I do etiquette. That word has more of a reputation to it - and it's /stronger/."      Jasper stands tall, stepping out of Ferham's way. "You're dismissed, Ferham. Return when you are ready. I'll teach you how to stop the Crystal Gems." 

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3067/Political Favors

2015-09-21T15:17:57Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     It had been a quiet few days since her expedition with the red lanterns. She had documented much about their creed, and technology but soon she had to get back to her own task. She was down on the ground in Kindergarten- or rather the future site of Kindergarten. It had yet to be activated. She was finishing up another injector, her arms elbow deep into the organic looking innards of the virus-shaped machine.     Eventually however she took a step back and closed it up. Setting the robonoids to continue the task in her stead. It was then she realized... she was finished. For now at least. There was nothing for her to actively work on that the robonoids were not doing. They all had their assignments, and she would eventually need to perform a task of some kind, but she had hit another waiting period.     "Huh..." She murmured, uncomfortable with the thought of being idle. She had idle periods before, but they were growing longer and longer the more progress she made. So for the moment, she took a step back and simply marveled at her progress. Her hands resting on her hips and a soft smile on her face. Yep, she was starting the process that would eventually destroy the planet in record time for only having a crew of two gems and her robonoids. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper's feet crunch their way across the ground. She's not as given to introspection about the progress of the mission as Peridot is. She can see that things are progressing and she assumes that Peridot won't be accepting any delays. Jasper certainly wouldn't. Of course, this is technically Peridot's mission and so, Jasper doesn't have the luxury of being able to bark (too many) orders.      Jasper steps up behind Peridot, covering her with a long, large shadow. She crosses her arms, looking vaguely unimpressed - but that's not a new expression. Frankly, one might be worried if she /was/ impressed.      "Are we on schedule?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "The generators we picked up from that sea port are powering up nicely." Peridot answers. "The robonoids have them installed under ground, thermal venting has been accounted for. The injectors are nearly all back to being fully functional, However I intend to have all the monitoring equipment built before I turn them on. I don't want to risk corruption on our initial crop." She gave her report in a somewhat monotone voice.     "Effectively, we are on break. Anything we do now will only impede robonoid progress and slow the operation down." She turned, to face Jasper.     "I also have more news. I am the process of brokering an alliance with the syndicate. I believe that doing so will result in the increase of our power and influence which will come in handy as the length of our stay here remains indeterminable. It appears as though I have come to the correct conclusion, after our last discussion on the subject. Diplomacy is serving our ends far greater, than force." 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper, staring out at the horizon, actually glances down at Peridot with that news about diplomacy. Her face is one of befuddled confusion - and then anger. "You can't be serious," Jasper says, through gritted teeth. "Diplomacy. Alliances. With- with non-Gem life?! /Why/?! What's the point?! What can they hope to give us that we just can't /take/!?"      Well, someone's going to be a hard sell. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "The pen tends to be mightier than the sword, at least where there is civilization to write with it," Ferham has settled down from a short flight down into the kindergarten canyon area, her high-heeled boots thudding against the dusty floor. "Well, unfortunately the fact of the matter is, Sir--there are a lot of union members to fight, a lot more than us--the confederacy isn't true to it's word with them purely out of a sense of honor or kindness, exactly--though Dracula seems to be operating on a sense of that as well," Ferham added with a shrug. "Lady Peridot, been a while, I trust operations here have been running smoothly?" 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "A lot of things." Peridot answered in a calm tone. "We were the biggest crystal fish in our old pond." She folds her arms. "But, now we are in a much larger ocean. With other fish, who were the biggest fish in their respective ponds. With everything else that changed, so did the rules of the game."     "We run the very real risk of being destroyed, if we don't adapt. And I refuse to let that happen. I will not let our mission fail because I cannot adjust to a new and difficult scenario."     "To that end, there will be some changes. We are still beholden to our own agenda.. we will still take what we need. but I am expanding our intel gathering operations and establishing myself as the Homeworld representative on this planet. Which means, we will need to know more. Which means you will also represent our Home planet." She says to Jasper.     At Ferhams entrance Peridot nods. "They have." Her brow raises a little, at Ferham calling Jasper 'sir'. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Some measure of confusion clouds Jasper's face at Peridot's words, but she understands enough about fish and ponds - or thinks that she does - to understand the general picture. Her lips press into a small, thin frown of a line. She's listening, it seems, although she's not happy about it.      Finally, Jasper exhales. "Fine," she says, evidently bowing to Peridot's overall command. "But I'm not a negotiator, Peridot. I'll-" She frowns, like a dog that's trying to bring up a chicken bone. "-do my best to represent Homeworld. But you can know that I'll be reporting this to Yellow Diamond as soon as I can."      She indicates Ferham with a tilt of her chin. "I'll be training this one in proper anti-Gem tactics. The Crystal Gems expect me, they expect you. They won't expect this one. As for the term - well, it implies a powerful sense of authority. If they are gathering their own allies, then I'll do the same. And I'll do it /better/." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "These Crystal Gems--the way they were spoken about seems to insinuate some kind of larger force--are they really led by a young human child?" Ferham asks, hanging back after the acknowledgement by Jasper. "My arm is doing much better today, by the way, I'm sure you'll be glad to know," Ferham nodded, without any sort of context to that, it might seem a little odd, but the green eyes of Fer are on Jasper even still with a wry and subtle little smile. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Good!" Peridot answers quickly. "Yellow Diamond will eventually find us, and when she does, she'll arrive at the same conclusions that I did because I'm -right-. Because I'm smart, and because Yellow Diamond is also smart." Peridot smirked. "She'll see how much political power and resources I've amassed in the name of our planet." Her smirk transitioned into a pointed tooth grin. "She will marvel at how I convinced the natives of the host planet to stand by and allow us to drain it of its very last drop!" Her fingers curled into little fist. "We will carve out a piece of this planet, and serve it to her. I'll have preemptively done her bidding before she even knows she needs to command me to do this! Nya ha!"     Peridot lets out a self-satisfied sigh. Before looking to Ferham. "There are three known crystal gems, and the Steven. The Steven does not lead them. But, the gems will need to be destroyed, they will alert the Union to the true ramifications of Kindergarten, which will result in complications. I already have a plan I'm working out to spread misinformation. We don't need to fool the majority, we just need enough to create plausible doubt in the minds of these cretins." 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "The Steven," Jasper begins, "Is Rose Quartz! How many times must I explain it to you? It has her powers, it has her /gem/. It's some kind of..." She pauses for a moment, as if thinking it through frantically, "Shapeshifting ploy! I don't know why, but I'm going to find out!"      Peridot's probably heard all of this before. So, Jasper just kind of glowers at her green companion. After all, surely /she/ is Yellow Diamond's most trusted subordinate and not Peridot! To Ferham, Jasper says: "Good. You're no use to anyone damaged."      Then, she turns her attention back to Peridot, as if hearing something that she can correct. "There are /four/ Crystal Gems, Peridot. The fusion is made up of two and is not nearly so powerful when broken apart. Hmm. I wonder if we can use that fact against them." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Yellow Diamond? is that the name of your leader?" Ferham blinks a little, she seems surprised at that. "Will the union be interested in destroying this place? I can't rightly let that happen," Ferham hmphs a little, shaking her head. "The fusion? That would be Garnet, yes?" Ferham has apparently been doing a bit of her homework there, at least. "And they want to stop you because they feared their planet being overrun by your kind? I see, well I can see why they'd be frightened, at least." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "True." Peridot rubs her chin. "Garnet." She grumbles a little. Garnet was the Jasper of the gems. That was one fusion Peridot didn't intend on getting stuck in the same room with. "She was without the Pearl, or the runt. That is somewhat telling, if the Steven is not also with them. If only we could find their home.. that.. Beach City. We could lay a trap on their very upholstery. A bomb!"     "That could give us something to work towards during our down time. Mapping out all the warp pads. Surely they have some located around their nest."     "As for the Steven.. relocating him is a secondary objective. I have not come to a conclusion about it yet. It does bear the gem of Rose Quarts, but it is also composed of meat. Quartz was not made of meat. Therefore it is already a logical fallacy. I don't believe there is anything quite like it for us to draw comparison too."     "The gems will convince the union to destroy Kindergarten. Our task will be to keep our allies convinced that Kindergarten is of no harm. That any harm it is capable of, is reversible." 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper nods to Ferham. "Mm. And they're right to be terrified because all they've done is show their hand in an attempt to delay the inevitable. We know the extent of their forces, and where their base is - once we locate it again." The paradox of that statement doesn't seem to worry Jasper. "We know their defences, their armaments."      Jasper continues, as Peridot mentions Garnet. "Yes. And while the fusion may possess some degree of strength, she'll not pursue a direct confrontation without her allies. I agree. For now, we map the warp pads and find their base again. Then we deal with them and haul them, and their 'Steven' back to Yellow Diamond. Like should have happened in the first place!" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "The Stephen and The Pearl, eh? sounds like you guys really don't like them," Ferham had leaned up against a bit of machinery with her wings, idly resting there as she crosses her arms over her front. "Some kind of hybrid? would you be able to extract the gem from him? or would it not be possible, or kill him?" Ferham seems to be concerned about this, though it was more of a random idea. "Questions for later, I think," Ferham stepped up and away from the spot she was leaning on. "I will be back," Ferham's wings slide out from behind her and she begins to lift off the canyon floor, before she begins zooming skyward. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot agreed, and yet... she felt hesitation. She would of course, have to turn Steven over to her boss. That much, she had no qualms about. Whatever Steven was, he was a gross.. weird little biological thing. But, he was a thing Lapis cared about. Both the gems Peridot lived with kept her grounded, and sane. But Jasper was more.. a coworker. Their relationship was a professional one. Lapis? She was a coworker, but also a friend. Therefore, Peridot saw the inherent risk in turning her over.     Of course, she would never voice that. And, it wasn't even a problem she would have to deal with yet. She briefly consider the merits of quietly disposing of Steven so she'd never have to make a hard decision like that, but dismissed it. That would be traitorous to her home planet.     "In the meantime, however. I will be putting you and Lapis out on loan to confederate and syndicate forces as needed, Jasper. Your job is to increase our standing with these two factions in ways that I cannot. The currency we deal in now is political favors. You will of course prioritize our own agenda, the confederacy comes second, and the syndicate last. Learn about them, discover which among them is most useful to us, and exploit that connection."     She clasp her hands behind her back. "You may choose either orginization as is your want, however I recommend you focus your efforts with the confederates. Lapis will be our syndicate liason. Is that clear?" 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper doesn't seem to like it but she is, above all else, a loyal soldier - and so she'll do it without question. "Absolutely," she tells Peridot in response, although the edge to her voice says all there is to know about her personal feelings on the issue. "Play nice with the others. I'll manage that and I'll ensure that they'll offer us whatever support we might need." She rakes her fingers back through her white hair, from scalp to just above her neck and forces some of the unruly mane back.      "Is there anything else?" 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot shakes her head. She didn't like the idea much herself, but she had come to realize it had to be done. She would have to take her own medicine. "This will also mean an increase in social events. In order to make these connections, it will mean casual contact. As we will spend less time aboard the ship."     "But you are dismissed for the time being. I will need you soon, for a separate task. I have several schemes rolling simultaneously." She inspects her fingers proudly. "And it's about time I go check on one." 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Is that... apprehension on Jasper's striped face as Peridot mentions the words 'social' and 'casual'? That's one arena that the Homeworld Gem would rather stay away from. Far away from. But, for now, Jasper just nods her head.      "As your wish, Peridot," she replies. "I'll be on the ship, awaiting further instructions." And, with those words, Jasper is gone, the heavy sounds of her footsteps receding into the distance. 

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2977/A nightingale debut

2015-09-07T06:36:29Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Along with her various other exploits, Ferham had decided to give a call to a certain mage after she had gotten a load of his mystical technique (or thought she had) after an alleyway shell game. Flagging Jimmy down later, she had told him of an artifact that she had heard about from an old associate of hers, Miss Clokwerk, which was apparently something she had wanted to get her hands on. Ferham knew that if Clokwerk wanted it, then she should probably go check it out. Problem was? It was currently being held in the vault beneath a nightclub in Downtown Slum Urbania, and the story went that it had some magical connections, as well as to organized crime. This was where Jimmy came in, as the femmebot had dropped him a line and offered him a deal on it if he would assist her in getting in and getting it, without running into trouble.      The building looked like a fairly normal nightclub from the onset, though a little street savvy could tell you the place was likely frequented by gangsters, though there were more than a few 'disappearing act' specialists among said people. The Fading Suns lounge was host to a large dance floor, a stage as well as a full bar and seating for a large number of folks in either end. Right now Ferham was working on one of the rear exit doors with a micro plasma cutter of some sort, while she kept in touch with Jimmy over a small earpiece radio (sort of like a codec, really) having him watch out for her, while she did the deed, more or less. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      Jimmy's mojo causes some annoying interference over the radio band, but he's more or less able to be heard clearly. Parked outside in his Bel-Air, he's used a bit of motor oil to create a circle around the car and throw up a ward. It's not invisible, because that could result in an unfortunate fender-bender and a difficult visit to the parts store--but it is somehow less noticeable, more unimportant. "Coast's clear so far, Legs. People are avoiding that alley like the plague." Could someone have put a ward over the alley itself to dissuade people? A passive effect of unease would be easy enough for most wizards, even without much prep time. But it's doubtful. These guys probably don't even know what they have! Should be easy money tonight. "How's the door coming?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I ought to hire you for things like this more often, Wen, your skills are coming in handy over there," Ferham teases the magician a bit good naturedly as she slid the small plasma cutter around the second part of the lock's metal loop--the edges glowing red hot for a moment as she was able to just lift the two halves--loop and lock body away from eachother. She had chosen a small cutter since it would make minimal noise, she didn't want her activity being noticed. And, as heavy duty as the lock was, it could still be cut, so this simplified things. The door opened and she was in--now it would just tkae her a short time to make it through the dusty backroom to the basement.      "I'm in, nobody heard or saw me, do you feel anything from where you're sitting?" she must have been asking about any sort of magical wards or the like that might be in place. Descending the stairs, the femmebot found herself in a moderately sized room filled with old junk--dusty antique furniture, old building materials, parts of the establishment's old sign that had been stowed down here... and bingo, a large reinforced matte black polymer and metal door at the far end of the room, half-hidden by an old Welsh dresser. "I think I found the vault, are you hearing me okay?" she asked, voice just above a whisper. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      Jimmy chuckles in the driver seat of the Bel Air, snacking on a meatball sub. No trouble yet--if every job is like this, he'd love to come along! Getting paid to sit back and eat is aces. "Yeah, my mojo is playing hell with the reception, but I can hear you." He lifts the earpice away from him for a moment while the feedback sorts itself out. With a few authoritative raps of his finger against the device, the interference clears away and he can use it again. "Before you start working on the vault, I want you to look around. Is there anything in there that looks like it doesn't belong in there? Any weird symbols, strange paintings? Look on the ceiling, too. No one ever looks up." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It's pretty cluttered in here, Wen, I might need to look," Ferham blinked as she looked around, pausing in her efforts to push the dresser out of the way of the door. The door was to the vault kept here, likely a presumedly secure cache of relics or valuables from /someone/ with influence and power. It looked reinforced and likely opened by combination, though Fer was busy looking for any electrical security systems when Wen warned her. This gave her some pause, turning and moving those high heeled thigh-high booted legs of hers around the basement, peering here and there. Of course, what she might not have seen was the sigil marked on the ground which only showed itself when her boot scuffed away the thick pantina of dust that had laid there undisturbed for what was probably months. She was already past it and peering behind a sofa when it began to glow. Uh oh. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      Jimmy yawns. "Well, make sure that you do." Thaumaturgy isn't like the stuff that your typical wizards throw around in a fight--it's subtle, and a wizard with a lot of free time can put some very powerful stuff into a trap if he needs to. "I don't want to see you flying through the front door because you tripped someone's security measures." He reaches beneath the driver's seat and adjusts it, reclining slightly and stretching. His right hand then retreats from the lever and reaches for his soda. "How's it looking? Need any help?" It's the kind of question lazy people ask because they have a feeling the other party is going to say 'no.' He looks around, past the spot he's keeping an eye on, just to look at the scenery. Pretty out tonight--it'd be a good night for listening to the radio if he wasn't sure the hexing effect would kill either the car radio or the earpiece if he had one more electronic device running. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The light crackle of energy from the ward Ferham had activated made her look back, but not seeing the immediate cause--she turned back to what she was doing. Nope, nothing behind this dusty old heap--then something happened. Fer wasn't sure exactly what it was, but the next thing she knew there was a force, or a /pull/ coming from behind her, soon finding an overstuffed armchair collide with her and knock her into the seat with a resounding 'Eek!' which would likely be heard over the earpiece she had. This chair wasn't just being pulled by the ward however, it was controlled by it--something she realized when it turned her right toward it to face it, then began zooming towards the half-uncovered glowing sigil on the floor. As she struggled to pull herself up, glowing phantasmic hands erupted from the back and cushion of the piece of furniture, clasping over her shoulders, mouth and one of her legs. Her green eyes looked terrified as she peered through the ghostly hand that held her face down and back against it as she was pulled closer, her booted feet kicking frantically. A bright light engulfed the dusty attic space, whatever it was, this was one heck of a defense system.      On the other end, Wen would be able to hear what sounded like her voice muffled, and then silence after a brief struggle. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "Motherfucker. Hold on, I'm coming."      In his haste to get out, he drops his meatball sub onto the upholstery. Well, there goes a few hours or some of the haul from this job. Sigh. The wizard checks his pistol, then conceals it under his jacket, opening the driver side door of the Bel Air and striding confidently towards the alley. He's learned that if you act like you're supposed to be going somewhere, less people will question you if you're not supposed to. Thus, his stride is quite assured, even though he knows he's probably walking into some serious shit. The place doesn't have a threshold since it's not someone's home, but power isn't everything--this might be a pretty clever application of the power that /is/ available.      Once he's in the alley, Jimmy pulls his pistol and puts his back to the wall opposite the door. It's not that he knows to do that, he's just seen it in movies and figures it helps... somehow. Also like in the movies, he turns and breaches, both hands on his gun. Huh... that felt pretty cool. Okay, enough of that. He steps inside and searches for Ferham. "Fer?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There would be radio silence from the bird woman for a few moments, though the door she had cut was still open, and the tracks in the dust would signal that she had gone down into the basement--but she didn't seem to be down there, either. The basement was dead silent, except for what felt like a low level hum of magical power, of resonance. Something had been there, and now Ferham was not there. The vault door as well seemed untouched. There had been tracks in the dust going down into the basement... but none coming this way out again. It was like she had gone down here... and just disappeared. If Wen was that sensitive, he could definitely tell something was up here. But where had the mage's bird lady partner gotten off to, exactly?      From above there came a peal of applause and human voices, apparently there was some activity in the nightclub up above. A brief inspection of the ward on the floor would likely give some ominous sort of omens--enchantment? teleportation? It seemed capable, but to /where/ exactly...? 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      Jimmy sighs. Some investigation of the basement reveals nothing, and she doesn't look to be in the back room, either. He takes a breath and looks with his Sight, for just a moment. In that moment he is assaulted by the everything of this place--by what was, what is, what might be. Emotions: hope, sadness, anger, amusement--all common things one might expect to find in a nightclub. But fear? That's unusual. The afterimages are burned into his mind with perfect clarity, and thus, so are the relationships between everything in the room. Ferham wasn't harmed, she was moved. And when it happened, she was /quite/ scared. It's an impressive feat, if the wizard was one from his world, but he doubts it. It's a big ocean, with lots of fish.      Jimmy looks for a spot to head upstairs and takes the stairs, emerging backstage. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There seemed to be a good amount of activity in the club tonight, as apparently the lone announcer was giving an opening for a new act. There was a lot of men in the lounge area tonight, with a few women in evening wear scattered between them, with the lights going down rather low. Backstage, there was a few people running around--a bouncer which moves to stop Jimmy--a rather large, broad shouldered but stout Italian looking gentleman, wearing a suit and sunglasses, who tries to grab the gun from him before it goes off and alerts the entire establishment. There might be a bit of a struggle. What looks like a waitress runs through, alarmed about something even before she notices Jimmy being confronted by the bouncer, apparently things were not as they seemed to be and the place had been alerted to Jimmy and Fer's presence.      Speaking of Ferham... as the curtains rise on another act out on the stage of the club, what looks like a familiar rather tall and leggy woman clad in a strapless red sequin cocktail dress emerges, seemingly as if she had risen up from a dias set into the floor--and likely she had. Sliding up and into place, the woman stepped off, matching red sequin stiletto heels glittering in the light, wearing tan but transparent nylons visible through very high slits in the dress. She had shoulder-length black hair, her eyes done up in eyeshadow and lips in red rouge lipstick, she raised a hand clad in shoulder-length red velvet opera gloves, beginning to sing into the microphone present.      "She woooore bluuuee... velveeet." 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      The jig is up, and Jimmy knows that. His mouth isn't going to get the bouncer's hands off of his piece, and the Laws of Magic mean it's going to have to be muscle against muscle. He scuffles with the muscle for a moment, trying to yank his gun free. No dice. The two of them wander back and forth in a fruitless and circuitous path, each one trying to best the other. Mostly, it's Jimmy getting led around and refusing to let go. The bouncer would appear to have more strength, but thanks to Ancient Mai's insistence, Jimmy isn't without some tricks of his own--Wing Chun. Jimmy removes one hand from his gun in order to turn and strike the taller man in the solar plexus with his elbow, then brings his fist up in a backwards motion towards the bouncer's face to try and knock him off balance. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The bouncer, who had one arm over both of Jimmy's, uses his free left hand to begin throwing a few wailing punches into the man's abdomen and stomach area, unless Jimmy distangles himself real fast. The larger man is strong and is trying to use his weight to move Jimmy off balance, but whent he elbow goes into his solar plexus, this is just enough time the mage could need--as it does knock the bouncer's air out. The sunglasses on his face are askew as he staggers back, the music from the stage covering the sound of the fighting. He then raises an arm, wheezing and choking to try and deliver a straight punch to the younger man's jaw.      On the stage, the woman kept singing blue velvet, the same one by Bobby Vinton, in a slow and cooing female lounge singer fashion. It had to be admitted that Ferham did look amazing in that red sequin dress--there was even some familiar pink markings on it around the chest area, though Jimmy had probably never seen Fer without her helmet or other armor before, either. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      The bouncer's fist is as big as Jimmy's head, or maybe it isn't. When you're under the effects of adrenaline, everything seems faster, everything seems bigger, more dangerous. He's got a loaded gun in his other hand, and even though this is far from the wizard's first fight of this nature, he still feels the urgency of the situation. That gun might go off, and take him down. It's tough to get learning converted into practice, but this isn't Jimmy's first rodeo. As that fist comes for his face, he sidesteps, then snaps out an arm and locks the bounder's into place. Holding it out, he jams the elbow of the other arm upwards as hard as he can, remembering the princple. Swing soft, strike hard. His elbow connects with the bouncer's arm, trying to dislocate it at the joint.      From this point of view, he can clearly see Ferham, and the sight of her on the stage /singing/ when she should be downstairs /stealing/ is enough to strike an even balance between confused wizard and pissed wizard. Of course, she /is/ pretty easy on the eyes without that armor, but there is a struggling goon right next to him who will surely take advantage of any further distractions. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The bouncer struggles for breath, his shaved head reflecting the lights of the nightclub as those sunglasses hang off his face, he is agape in pain as the arm Jimmy had caught suddenly is bending in the exact opposite way it should, with an accompanying pop and a wheeze of pain from the man. He doesn't have the breath to scream, thanks to the earlier chest blow, and it looks like he's going down onto one knee, down it looks like, for the most part.      Ferham doesn't seem to notice Jimmy, at all. She's going through with that number about blue velvet and the night, her demeanor seeming to take pleasure from the way the song goes off without a hitch and the audience claps in applause. Already however, there is a bit of a changeup from that tune to something a bit faster, more upbeat--the cocktail dress clad femmebot taking the microphone from the stand as she begins moving those hips of hers around, voice raised into what might be something vaudeville in rhythm. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "Sorry." Jimmy steps on the bouncer's wrist and retrieves his gun, smashing the butt into the other man's temple. He looks over his shoulder. Fer's still singing, so he reaches into the bouncer's wallet and takes a few bills for the trouble. After that, he touches his earpiece and checks it to make sure it wasn't too damage in the scuffle. "Come on, Legs. We're leaving." He stays in the shadows, hoping the fembot can hear him. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Though Ferham would likely be distracted if the man had called out to her, she seems to be absorbed in whatever task she's in right now--looking as she's singing some kind of rousing 50s musical number with spicy lyrics. The kind that might have been sung at nightclubs like this decades ago--jeez, how old was that enchantment? As the music picks up even louder, Fer raises her red gloved hands to the front of the dress and with a flourish like a magician act, it's gone, instead revealing what looks to be a red silk leotard (patterned after her armor, no less) clinging to her chest. It's high cut, and shows off those stocking-clad legs quite a bit. If Jimmy hadn't already recognized her from her face before now, those legs were a dead giveaway as to who she was. It wasn't as if Wen ever forgot a pair of legs, right? 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "Fer..." He hisses from backstage. "Ferham!" It's that awkward, stop-doing-that tone of voice you get from people who don't want to actually go and /get/ you. But, it looks like Jimmy's got no choice, and it looks like this is definitely her. Indeed, he doesn't ever forget a pair of legs, and now that he's seen her without her armor--well, he didn't even know it /was/ armor, to be honest. Now he's going to have to figure out exactly what's been done to her and undo it, and to do that, he needs peace, quiet, and time. All three of those are at a premium in a nightclub which is potentially aware of his presence and is absolutely aware of hers. "Sorry, Fer."      Jimmy runs out onto the stage, aviators blocking the stage lights. Several boos erupt from the crowd before he even gets to her, and they only worsen when he tugs insistently at her wrist. "Come on, Legs, it's time to go." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Fer was right in the middle of that musical number and only seems to notice anything when the boos begin coming up from someone invading the stage. This is when she blinks a bit in alarm and doesn't notice Jimmy until he's almost right next to her, having followed what people were looking at in the crowd. "What the--" she doesn't seem to take much to get moving however, and she's apparently easy to tug around in this rather embarrassing mode she's been enchanted to, Jimmy likely can just haul her right off stage. "You're interrupting my performance!" she whines, though it doesn't sound like the usual throaty feminine charm she usually has, this is more whiny, surprised, the opposite of calm. At least she seems to be able to be tugged along quickly behind him in those red stiletto heels, anyway. Would Jimmy be able to fix her and dispell the enchantment?      Almost as if on cue, the curtains close. 

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2868/On the Ship: Pink and Orange

2015-08-25T05:40:11Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      The Gem warship is usually a rather quiet place, given that there's not even half a dozen occupants aboard. More than usual, however, it seems like the three Gems - Jasper, Peridot and Lapis - are keeping to themselves. After the events of the previous evening, Jasper just can't see the point in facing any of them. There's just too many feelings boiling around her mind to even begin to consider falling into line.      So, she busies herself on the command bridge. There's not much to do, of course, but Jasper's very good at looking busy when she wants to be. And, more to the point, she's quite good at giving off an aura that says 'stay back' to the two Gems. For now, she's alone. Double-checking readiness reports, verifying small details, checking that Peridot's robonoids are doing their jobs.      But robonoids aren't any fun to give orders to. Idly, Jasper taps the tip of a Gem destabiliser against the command panel. Here, on the bridge, she still feels like she's in command. Just a little. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "How's the ship status?" Ferham enters from one of the corridors leading to the airlocks, her thigh-high high-heeled boots clicking as she walks. She seems like she's not exactly bothered to see just Jasper here, especialyl considering the little... encounter the two had before. "Is there something wrong with the display or the controls?" she walks over, as if to check them over herself, her wings folded compactly behind her. She idly peers over at Jasper. "What's that you got there?" 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper looks up, squinting at Ferham. "Oh, it's you." The words aren't as accusatory as they could be. It's a cool tone, but not necessarily an unfriendly one. "The ship is fine. Peridot could tell you more about that. Nothing's wrong with it. Nothing obvious, at least."      She raises the destabilizer in one hand. It's like a small two-pronged trident, with some kind of orb set between the two prongs. "This?" Jasper asks, "Oh, right. I forget. You're new. It's called a destabilizer. One hit from this and even the strongest Gems are taken out of action." She looks Ferham up and down, as if appraising her. "Might even do a number on you. It's quite the shock." She could be talking from experience. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Indeed it is, as for your comment last time about training, well, I do benefit from it as well, I just don't from... exercise," Ferham looked over the muscular female gem. "I have synthetic muscle fibers, you see," she gestured to herself. "I see," she peered over the control panel that she'd stepped up to, nodding. "Destabilizer, huh? that looks... interesting," Ferham was apparently not going to comment on the odd shape of it, keeping comments to herself, apparently.      "It's... electrical?" she frowned a little and leaned back from the larger female, not seeming to like the sound of that. "I wouldn't reccommend testing it on me, if that's what you mean," she grinned. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper shrugs her broad shoulders. "I don't know. Might be electricity, or certain energy wavelengths. That's Peridot's job. But if you're going to be working with us - working with /me/ - then I think you should know whether or not something like this can hurt you. Damage you. Whatever."      Jasper crosses her arms and grins back at Ferham. "We're facing an insurrection of particularly cunning Gems. That is, if we ever track them down again. It'd do to know what you're capable of, so I can plan out our tactics. Peridot might be smart but she doesn't have the mind of a military leader. That's my department."      She steps towards the middle of the command bridge, where there's a bit of space to move. "So. You gonna take your best shot?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, as long as it's not high voltage, I should be alright," Ferham eyed the strange device a little warily before looking at Jasper. "I don't know, I don't exactly ask her to test all her toys on me," Ferham smiled a little at Jasper, likely shining her on just a little. "What I'm capable of? Anti-gravity flight, built-in cryogenics generator, what exactly do you need to know about me?" Ferham put a hand on her hip and walked around to Jasper's side, tilting her head a bit.      "You want me to... fight you? In here?" Ferham looked around a little. "That wouldn't be wise you know, but I won't use any weapons, if that's okay? Be gentle on me, okay? It's my first time--" Ferham raised her gloved hand and sent what seemed like a chop down at Jasper's right shoulder. It was using some force, of course, but not bone crushing, or anything. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Yes. Relax," Jasper purrs, but it's certainly not reassuring, "We'll be very careful not to break anything. Besides, I don't want to go walking about the ship." She doesn't elucidate the 'why' of that, though. She nods as Ferham outlines her capabilities and settles into a relaxed stance.      When Ferham's hand comes down on her shoulder, Jasper grunts. She takes that wrist in her hand and, obviously deciding that practical learning is the best kind of learning, jabs Ferham with the destabiliser. The device crackles and emits a shock of energy! To a Gem, it's disasterous, disrupting their physical form and forcing them to retreat to their gem. With Steven, it was just kind of unpleasant when he was jabbed with one. Who knows what kind of effect it'd even have on a robot?      She tosses the weapon aside, though, after that. "No more weapons," she agrees. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I understand, you seem to get so excited when you first saw me--I'm used to that," Ferham's green eyes are a bit wide when she realizes that Jasper has caught her wrist in time, however. The blast of energy gets a light shriek out of Ferham, but just after that she is redoubling her effort and pulling her hand back from Jasper. "Ooh, that felt good, aww, I don't get another?" Ferham put a little disappointed tone into her voice as the destabilizer was thrown aside--apparently the femmebot's systems had handled it.           Right now however, Ferham was putting a lot more of her robotic muscle into her arms as she grabs Jasper's other arm with her free one, and giving her some definite push backwards--testing perhaps just quite how strong Jasper was. "Nnnh, show me how you can use all those muscles," she muttered, face tensing from all the force she was putting into this. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper arches an eyebrow. She lives for a good scrap, sure, but Ferham's exuberance isn't exactly something she's seen before. She braces her feet as Ferham pushes against her, and then pushes against the smaller fighter with all of her strength. "I'm stronger than any Gem that's not some disgusting fusion," Jasper growls out. She releases Ferham's wrist, then snares her hand, grappling with her.      "Now, if I had my helmet, I'd headbutt you," Jasper says. "But you said no weapons and I don't want to break anything important." So, she raises one foot, and kicks Ferham in the abdomen. She pulls the blow but, even with that in mind, she's still a very strong Gem! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      As Jasper pushes back on Fer she's bending her knees outward and quickly trying to let go of Jasper's arms and using her hands attempts to toss her back over her head and over her, trying to send her tumbling overhead, more or less by using her own momentum against her.      "Aww, headbutting? That doesn't sound very fun," she would spring back up and step back if the attempt succeeded or failed, rising up but keeping that bent-knee and hunched fighter's stance. She just had her hands and feet course, though she seemed serious about this it was hard to contain the amusement on her face. As the gem launches that foot of theirs out, it'd impact her chest sending her backwards a bit, before her hands clapped down over it, catching her ankle and trying to twist and take the gem woman down by twisting her off her balance. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper is certainly big and strong, but she's not exactly a dancer on her feet. So, when Ferham grabs hold of her leg and twists it, Jasper goes down in a heap. She pushes herself onto her elbows and knees, rolling to the side, and throwing a kick out at Ferham.      It's a diversion! Jasper springs up and locks Ferham in a hold, arms around her middle, and /squeezes/. She turns on her heel and, with a shout of exertion, hurls the pink robot towards the view screen. Luckily, it's quite tough as Peridot knows how, well, curt Jasper can be with equipment. Also luckily, that Peridot's not around to see Jasper throw Ferham at it.      It's bad enough that the Crystal Gems keep breaking her things! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      When Ferham is given that bear-hug by Jasper, she's gritting her teeth and trying to force exert force enough with her arms enough to break out of it, however this does not prove to be happening. "Nngghh... big strong arms to hold me tight, I see," Ferham then gives a bit of a yell when the larger female sends her hurtling toward the screen. She winds up flattened against it, momentarily, before physics bounces her body back and off. As she lands rolling, she rolls over her wings which allow her to break the momentum enough so she's able to push herself up quickly, springing back to her feet. She wasn't sure if she'd broken or dented the screen, of course, yet. She really wasn't paying attention.      Fer balanced herself back on those heels before springing toward Jasper now, utilizing some of her speed and trying to push the Gem back and down in a kind of grab. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper waits at the center of the bridge for Ferham to retaliate. Her face is grim, stoic, although her eyes are alight with a certain, feral intensity. It's really only a test but it's pretty clear that Jasper lives for the adreanline rush.      She throws a punch as Ferham springs towards her, the fist going right past her opponent. Jasper growls, goes to swing her elbow back to clip Ferham, and is forced to her knees as Ferham goes to grab her, pushing her back and downwards. It looks like Ferham got a bit of a drop in her through her speed.      "Not much point in grabbing a Gem, Ferham," Jasper tells her, "We don't need to breathe. And I doubt you're strong enough to hold me for long." As if to prove her point, Jasper tries to push herself to her feet and, using her strength, throw Ferham over her head and down onto the deck! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I wasn't trying to strangle you," Ferham mutters as she lands on Jasper more or less, and has her grappled for a bit. "Nice to know I can bring you to your knees, however, Nnh," she grins a little, working her arms to try and wrestle Jasper down but winds up being sent flying again--and not by her own power. Ferham tumbles over Jasper and winds up getting up again, slower this time, not as athletically or fluidly as before, pulling herrself back up.      "I think that's enough rough housing for today, Jasper honey, however It's clear I'm a little quicker, but you're a bit stronger than me," she dusts off her legs and front, brushing her gloved hands together. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper watches Ferham rise, and drops her fists to her side. She relaxes, those fists becoming hands again as she accepts the cessation of hostilities. "Yes," she agrees, "That seems to be the case. Not half bad, really," Jasper adds, giving Ferham a curt nod. Is that... almost a compliment? It sounds like it. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I also don't want to risk damaging this place... anymore than we already have, that is," Ferham pointed to the view screen. "I don't want to be the one to have to explain /that/ to Miss Peridot, for instance," Ferham looked a bit sideways at Jasper as she attempted to walk past. "I'll be in the crew quarters freshening up if you need me," she seemed to be proceeding calmly along on her way, heels click-clacking against the bridge's floor as she went. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Understood," Jasper says, like a drill sergeant. "You're dismissed." She turns back to look at the viewscreen. It looks fine to her, sure, but she doesn't have robotic sensors - or Peridot's sharp eyes. She returns to brooding over whatever task she had been attending to before their impromptu bout. 

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2835/Homeworld Gem Party Part 1

2015-08-25T05:39:40Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:''' With her wings spread, Lapis slowly glides in around the gem warship. She's been gone for a while this time, really pushing the limits on her range as she performed her normal recon tasks. There are quite a few things she'd found, some more important than others. There was a particular lion with a surplus of glowing geodes that looked like something she'd seen in her memories. It was such a long time ago, but she was certain there had to be another warp pad around there.     Unfortunately, aerial recon didn't really serve to finding said warp pad, she'd likely need to go on foot with Elvis Robonoid to really find the pad succintly. She'd left the robonoid behind for this particular search.     There was also the matter that she'd been communication with Sunstone, but that simply wouldn't come up. Homeworld didn't /need/ to know about that.     Coming down on her approach, her body reorients for landing at one of the airlocks, feet coming down first. Ever so delicately her toes touch the metal of the ship, and she steps forward quickly. Behind her, her wings folds and dissipate into water droplets before vanishing into her glowing gem. By the time she's through the airlock, her gem's glow has already faded.     Eager to report to Peridot about the presence of possibly another warp pad, Lapis heads straight for the bridge. The elevating platform she stands on brings her to the correct level and she passes through the pressurized doors that open with a hiss. "Peridot, I think I might found another pad." 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Unfortunately for Lapis, Peridot isn't on the bridge. Jasper doesn't know why she isn't and, really, has no inclination to ask. If she wants to know, she'll shout for her. Peridot has tasks to attend to, Jasper knows, and she can count on her companion to get to them promptly. For now, the bridge is under her direct supervision - not that she has anyone to supervise.      At the sound of Lapis' voice, however, Jasper turns. Her golden eyes narrow at the sight, face twisting in a slight scowl. "Really, now?" Jasper says, and then growls out: "And just where have you been?" 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis pauses, heart metaphorically skipping a beat or two when she sees Jasper and no Peridot. Looking up to Jasper, Lapis swallows hard. Just the way Jasper /looks/ at her makes her feel guilty. If there's anything that Jasper is with certainty, it's big, intimidating, and incredibly strong. With a cracked voice still holding a modicum of authority, Lapis replies, "I've been scouting.."     She could try to explain that the multiverse is extremely large and takes time to search, but for some reason she feels that the orange gem likely doesn't care about that. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Under whose authority?" Jasper barks, taking a few slow steps towards Lapis. "I certainly don't remember letting you out of that cell!" One hand reaches out, taking hold of Lapis' chin so Jasper can look her squarely in the eye.      "And just what were you scouting for, I wonder? Under no supervision? You think because you won one little insignificant victory, that allows you to do as you please?!" 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis steps backwards once or twice as Jasper approaches. Her own stride is so much smaller, and Jasper still easily closes on her without much effort. With a small gasp, her jaw is squarely in Jasper's fingers. Her own hands raise and lightly grip Jasper's wrist as she scowls. The intended goal is partially completed, and Lapis' eyes look at Jasper's briefly, before flicking to the side toward to the door, then back at Jasper.     "Peridot," Lapis mumbles. "I was looking for -- No! I wasn't.." She's still on about Malachite, Lapis is sure of it. It was quite rough for Lapis too, but likely nothing like what Jasper went through given her disposition. Given that abuse of power. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "Peridot?" Jasper asks, brow raised. "She's not here. It's only you and me - again," she hisses. With wrists that could be more like tree trunks, it's hard to imagine being able to pry her grip off through force alone.      "I'll ask you one more time!" Jasper snaps, "Tell me what you were looking for, or I'll have the destabiliser primed to loosen your lips! Need I remind you, brat, that I'm here to ensure the success of this mission... and anything that is an impediment will be /dealt with/." 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis' grip tightens a little bit. "I'm looking for signs of homeworld," she says, squirming a little bit and closing her eyes. "I didn't 'escape from my cell'!" Her eyes reopen, looking back at Jasper in the eyes. "I'm not your prisoner and I'm not Peridot's prisoner."     Firmly, Lapis replies with a small scowl, "Now let me go." 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper grins, revealing fangs - and it is absolutely not a pleasant one. It's an expression of 'go on, try me, I dare you'. "You don't give orders to me," Jasper seethes, seeming like she's just a few words away from blowing her top, "Now, what did you just say to me?!"      Someone could cut the tension with a knife! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham was just making her way up to the command bridge on the gem warship when woah--what was going on here?? All of a sudden, it seemed one of Peridot's allies was being accosted by... some kind of giant ogress of a woman with long white hair? That wasn't good. Ferham came in just in time to see Jasper baring her teeth at Lapis, apparently sufficiently alarmed at this.      "Watch out, giant vampire women!" Ferham already had her electromag whip in her left hand, giving it a crack against the floor. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     The is the hiss of a door, as Peridot happened to be with Ferham as she walked onto the bridge. As she surveys the scene before her, she blinks in mild surprise. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening on the bridge- and Peridot was a genius! So, she purses her lips and holds her hand up in front of Ferham to stop her from advancing forward. "Don't." She instructed. "I got this."     Peridot walked forward. "Jasper! Stop! Lapis is helping us of her own free will as a citizen of Homeworld." She approached the two of them and stops, her arms crossed. "I've absolved her of her crimes and she's been a proven asset during my time here on earth." 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis' eyes widen a little bit when Jasper presses in further with her toothy grin, immediately she regrets even /trying/ to reason with Jasper. Fighting with her is *always* the worst thing you can do, and trying to order her away was just as fruitless. Now she's just frightened again, and Jasper being a bear, can smell fear from at least thirty miles away.     The timely distraction with Ferham is helpful, followed by Peridot's entry gives Lapis times to just step back and out of Jasper's reach. Jasper gets a spare look, then she moves to behind Peridot. Yeah! Go Peridot!     Ferham gets a small strained but thankful smile. That close to being poofed. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      The sudden arrival of a whip-wielding pink figure and Peridot seems to calm Jasper, if only because it redirects her attention away from Lapis. The whip cracks against the floor and, as if in response to the sound, Jasper's already called her crushing helmet to her head. "You..." she says to Ferham, "Who are you? /What/ are you?" Rage, it seems, is giving way to confusion.      Which Peridot seems to be able to capitalise on. "Have you now?" she seems to muse, "/All/ of her crimes?" What an odd question. She glares at Lapis from over Peridot's shoulder. "I was just reprimanding her for leaving without telling me, that is all. Ensuring the security of this ship."      From there, Jasper marches around the trio of Peridot, Lapis and Ferham - like she's trying to figure the latter out. She's not too bright, Jasper, and while she seems to get that Ferham is some kind of warrior - she's not sure what she is, or her role on the ship.      "Peridot, explain this... thing?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      At the arm out in front of her from Peridot, Ferham halted in her tracks as the green triangular-haired girl told her to not intervene. Her whip's length returned to the handle after cracking it, disappearing for the time being. As Jasper seems to address her however, Ferham tenses up again, her green eyes focusing on the large burly woman. "Is this a... another of your race, Peridot?" Ferham asked, looking over at the green woman briefly, before looking back at Jasper and giving her a stern look. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot watched Jasper as Lapis moved behind her. As Jasper changes the topic towards Ferham, Peridot sighed quietly. It appeared her authority on the matter wasn't going to be called into question. Which was just as well, at the end of the day Peridot only had her words as a defense against the much stronger gem.     She takes the out. Let's talk about Ferham!     "Jasper... this is Ferham. She was the first being I met after I created our alliance with the Feds." Peridot turned her attention to the reploid woman. "At the time, I thought you dead. So I needed a replacement escort. That's when I..." She paused her. The truth of the matter may cause some complications with Ferhams programming. "..convinced her to assist our efforts." She then looked to Ferham. "And this.. is Jasper. She's something of.. a problem solver from my Homeworld. Specifically for problems that can be solved by punching." 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis glances towards Peridot when Jasper says she was 'just reprimanding her for not telling her about leaving'. Like that's even remotely close to the case, but Lapis is rather intimately familiar with Jasper's mode of operation. Fighting just isn't worth the pain, and she just submits.     The mention of forgiving all of her crimes gives her a pause, though.     Trying to be a little helpful, Lapis tries to ease the tension in the room with a message to Peridot. "I found one of the Earth islands. It might have a warp pad on it." 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper meets Ferham's stern look with an even gaze. Peridot might worry about Jasper's strength but she /does/ listen, even it seems to be more that she believes it's her choice than anything else. She's quite recalcitrant, really, providing it's not Yellow Diamond doing the talking...      The helmet vanishes from her head and Jasper continues to scrutinize Ferham. "So, this is your new escort, then?" she asks Peridot. "Funny. She's so... small." To Jasper, at least. "I don't like the idea of being replaced by a machine. How well do you fight?" She actually pokes Ferham's chest, to punctuate her point. "Maybe I should make sure that you're up to the task, little... pink... bird." Yeah, thankfully Peridot has enough brains for the whole ship.      She's not really paying attention to Lapis. She'll know, in moments, if she's telling the truth by how Peridot responds. She's more concerned about this new rival! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Yes, that's right, I hold that... honor," Ferham looked over to Peridot, whom she gave a little smile to, in passing as she relaxed a bit more and leaned against the doorway of the corridor. Fer looked back at Peridot as she explained things, then back toward Jasper, apparently realizing /this/ is who she replaced. Wuh oh. As Jasper approached and her belly was poked like that, Ferham looked down and back up at the large white-haired gem.      "Fairly well, for an elite, I have been told," the femmebot nodded, before frowning just a bit. "Small? from my end you look like you've been working out in a gym for years," Ferham reached up and trailed a gloved finger over one of Jasper's biceps, if she could. "As you can see my model retains a woman's feminine... qualities," she smirked a little. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot nods at Lapis at the mention of a warp pad. "Another one? This is good. In an ideal scenario one of these warp pads will take us to a warp hub. If the warp pads are here, then it might be a safe assumption that a lot of our old gem tech abandoned on earth made it over. At least some of it."     "Finding a communications tower would be a significant find. At this point, I'd settle for one of our old colony ships. There won't be much salvageable tech, but there might be something there. Good job. At my earliest convenience I will arrange for us to explore your findings."     "I've also dispatched a squad of robonoids to repair the first warp pad you located. Soon we'll be able to see where that one goes as well."     She also turns her attention to Jasper, at the mention of being a replacement. "Don't think of her as a replacement." She said, forming her fingers into the holopad. She floated it toward Lapis, where it a had a map of the planet. Perhaps she wanted to log the coordinates? Multi-tasking! "Think of her, as a coworker. Or, backup. We have many pressing issues to attend to. I will need more than one escort- especially as I find myself needing to leave the warship more and more."          As Ferham touched Jaspers bicep, Peridot squinted a little. Without realizing it, she took a step back from Ferham... just in case. She cleared her throat. "I'll uh.. let you two sort out a schedule among yourselves." 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis steps up to the holopad, examining it for a few moments. The thing between Ferham and Jasper is.. interesting. But she wouldn't want to be caught staring, Jasper might punch her with a destabilizer just for that much. So instead she briefly inspects the holopad, picking out a few landmarks before pressing a beacon point of interest for /about/ the location the island was. The imagery wasn't really complete for that part of the map, so it was really just a rough guess.     Nodding to Peridot, Lapis says, "I haven't seen any evidence of any major gem technology. Or a powercore." She grits her teeth a little, knowing that means they'll probably have to steal it. But it's for a good cause, right? 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      Jasper listens to Peridot. Okay, not a replacement - a backup, yes. That helps. Not that Peridot is aware of what happened on Earth, but Jasper would not have handled clawing her way back to her place on the ship only to find out that it had been taken from her. Yes, backup is good. It's a good word, because Jasper has never needed backup before and there's no way she could even consider it now!      Some part of her is annoyed that Lapis was apparently telling the truth, given everything Peridot is saying. How inconvenient.      And then Ferham touches her and while, for a moment, Jasper appreciates the compliment, it's definitely wise that Peridot backed off a few steps! One big, meaty hand shoots up and grips Ferham's hand like a vice!      "First mistake. Touch me again, robot, and you'll pull back a stump," Jasper growls. She doesn't let go, however, and she turns to look at Peridot out of the corner of her eye, keeping Ferham in her peripheral vision. "Can you repair this one, Peridot? I have the overpowering urge to /spar/ with my new /coworker/." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Sparring won't do me a lot of good, I'm afraid," Ferham replied in a high tone as if she was some sort of hapless female, at the moment. She even was playing it up as if she was one. "Oh please, don't pull my hand off, I need it for things!" she made a surprised face and put her other hand to her chest, as if she was in distress. "As for your question... I am not sure she can," she replied cool-ey to Jasper, about whether or not she could be repaired by Peri.      "So please let go, please and thank you," her tone was much more casual now, looking up at Jasper in the eyes. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Repair her? Hmm." Peridot rubbed her chin. "Human technology isn't my specialty, the fact that it's archaic makes it simple in some regards but causes complications in terms of interface and-" She paused, realizing that this techno babble was likely going to be lost on.. well, everyone except Ferham.     "The short answer, is actaully yes. Her construction has some similarities to older gem tech that I can work with and make repairs on. So long as her central processing and storing isn't damaged, I can make repairs."     "Just don't... kill each other. Remember your job is to protect me." She states matter-of-factually. Perhaps even relishing her self-appointed status as the most important gem on the planet. 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis, now done with the holopad, watches Jasper and Ferham uneasily. Nodding momentarily to what Peridot's indicated about not killing each other, she adds on, "And take it out of the ship." That should go without saying.     If the hole through the core of the ship is any testament to.     It's.. amusing to say the least out of how Lapis has avoided any one particular title. She seems to fluctuate from task to task rather easily. Perhaps 'general use' would be the best title for her. Thankfully, any serious damage to a gem could likely be repaired by Steven, if he were willing. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "What?" Jasper asks Ferham, "Sparring doesn't help you?" The very thought of it seems to shock her. "How do you hope to learn new tactics? To learn to fight a Gem? You seem brave, that's good - you're going to need that." She turns to look at Peridot, the technobabble going in one ear and right out the other. "I won't kill her," she says, "I just want to know how much of the weight I'm going to have to pull."      She releases Ferham's hand - still attached to her arm, of course - and crosses her arms. "Only because you asked so nicely," she says, quite sarcastically. "And there's plenty of room in the barracks or the prison block," Jasper remarks, mostly defying Lapis' comment. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oh no, and I left my fuzzy handcuffs at home," Ferham replied in a bit of a falsetto voice, apparently to Jasper's threats of the brig. "Do we even have one of those?" she asks as a quick aside to Peridot, before working the wrist that Jasper had held as if it was perhaps a little sore still. She stepped back from Jasper all the same, careful not to bump into Peridot with those wings of hers. "If I won't be needed for the moment I'm going to get some fresh air, bit too much testosterone in here," she muttered before quickly making her way out. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot rubbed her head. The fuzzy handcuff reference going over her head. However she wrote it off as one of the many earth simile's that she didn't typically understand. Handcuffs in general were not terribly effective on any gem worth their minerals given their inherent shape shifting capacity. And what did their texture have to do with anything? She puzzled. However, when asked about the brig, Peridot answered. "We do."     Though it looked like they weren't taking it anywhere, unless Jasper did something else reckless. Peridot was relieved. She saw no need to rank their strength in comparison to one another just yet. She knew exactly what each of their strengths and weaknesses were.     Seeing that Lapis had marked the map, Peridot recalls her fingers. "Data logged. Thank you." 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis also doesn't seem to understand the fuzzy handcuffs reference, or if she does understand it, she chooses not to show it. For a moment she seems unsure about the tenacity between Ferham and Jasper, and she nervously glances from Peridot to Jasper. Not out of cowardice but more like, 'Okay, when is there going to be a helmet going through a wall'. Jasper's been begging for a fight since she got on this ship, and just hasn't been quenched.     By Lapis and now by Ferham.     This was likely just a powder keg ready to blow. Not an "if" but a "when". Lapis nods in acknowledgement when Peridot mentions her data entry, then she gently lays a hand on the green woman's shoulder. "We should investigate Steven's console unit." She's referring to the game station. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      If it goes over Peridot's head, Jasper isn't even sure where it is in relation to her head. "The brig's one of the more reinforced sections of the ship. If we're going to fight, that'd be the place to do it. Or off the ship. I don't care."      Peridot might not need to rank their strength but Jasper needs it. It's how she assembles her view of the world. Jasper at the top, and everyone else below her. If someone fights her, can prove that they're strong enough to do so without resorting to cheap trickery, then they might get to be towards the top of the ladder - maybe not true respect but something close to it. Acknowledgement? Understanding? Who knows.      But Lapis is right, Jasper's battle-lust needs an outlet... and it's going to fall on an unfortunate someone sooner or later. Lapis upset her view of the world, had subdued her entirely - and it's obviously a deep mental wound in her core that she can't understand. It won't go away until she wins, and wins hard.      But, for now, she lets Ferham go, scowling at her back. For now.      Only because she complimented the muscles and, therefore, her strength! That entitles her to some small mercy. But only for now. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     At the mention of the game station, Peridot blinks curiously. She had a passing curiosity in the thing, and to it's credit she had perfectly utilized it to lay a trap for Sunstone. Which has gone a way to significantly bolster the device's merit in Peridot's eyes. But she wasn't quite sure what Lapis's interest in it was. Unless she was trying to get her away from Jasper for a moment.     To Jasper she nods. "Be aware. I've been doing various scans of energy spikes in my search for a power source, and I believe I found something that we can investigate further. If these humans put so much attention into guarding their useless plastic trinkets- " A reference to the toy store heist. "- They are sure to defend their possessions of true value. We will have a fight on our hands."     Then she turns her attention to Lapis. "Very well, let's investigate." She said, starting for the barracks where they had established a room for Steven. 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis had seen quite a few things while exploring. Suffice to say she'd spent some time away from the cities, carefully avoiding them. For a normal person this might be difficult, with the need of shelter and sustenance. Gems have no need for this kind of thing, so for the most part, mainstream information eluded her. Things people might take for granted. Things like a billboard advertising games for the console she stole with Peridot.     The bubble game in particular piqued her interest.     Something was just fascinating by the mediocrity of it. At the very least she was intrigued enough to investigate the console with Peridot, and maybe even try one of these virtual simulations to see why they appealed to Steven.     As Lapis heads to the door, she gives Jasper a curious look. 

:'''{{#var:858|Jasper (858)}} has posed:'''      "I'll be ready," Jasper tells Peridot. "You just make sure we're not wasting our time finding a bad power source." Her eyes catch Lapis' gaze as she gives her that curious look. "What're you looking at?" she snaps.      Seems like she'll be staying on the bridge, to do whatever it is she does when she's not in a fight, looking for a fight, or thinking about fighting. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot walked up ahead, a stern expression on her face. As they departed the bridge. "If I can't find a battle for her, she's going to bring this ship down... again." She supposed that wasn't fair. She knew the fusion... Garnet had been responsible for that bit of destruction. But their battle had been neccesary, if not mutually destructive. Peridot rubbed her face. Just another stressful thing added to the list of stressful things she needed to do, to manage or find a solution for.     "As bizarre as it sounds, I do hope whoever possess this power source I'm tracking makes us work for it." She squinted, momentarily looking to Lapis. 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     "I know." replies Lapis, inferring that she picked up on the same tension. There doesn't seem to be any surprise when Peridot relents that she'd like the fight for the powercore to be a hard one. "You want to direct that rage away from us, I understand. She might do worse than destroy the ship otherwise." There's a long pause as she looks at Peridot.     "Are you going to be okay?" This is perhaps the first time Lapis has actually asked about Peridot's status. It sounds sincere. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Her expression softened somewhat. She was mildly surprised Lapis asked about her. A lifetime of working with gems like Jasper and the entire military branch of the gem empire- such a line of inquiry was unheard of, and when it was asked- it was to ascertain whether or not an emotional status was a danger to a given mission. However, Peridot didn't read that in the blue gems voice. This wasn't an inquiry. It was... a simple question.     "I am relieved." She answered, a bit robotically. "Jasper is back. She is hard-headed and difficult to manage, but besides you- she is the only other gem on this planet who I can always be certain has Homeworlds interest at heart. Thus making her a valuable asset."     "I am also worried. I hold rank. But I have nothing in my arsenal that can prevent her from usurping my mission and asserting her own objectives. I do not currently believe this will be a problem. But, I once thought the same thing when I was originally sent to earth." She looks to Lapis. "She is a variable. Variables are difficult to plan for." 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis Lazuli stops on the elevation pad, which waits for Peridot to still before descending to the appropriate level. Like Lapis, Steven was unpredictable and oft to wandering the ship or leaving without supervision. At first this was likely an issue, but the kid is just difficult to track.     When the platform stops, Lapis continues walking. "You have more in your toolbox than you think you do." Peridot is intelligent, and she holds to her deals. She can be a bit volatile and hardheaded at times, but this side of her is just.. compatible.     Lapis seems pretty satisfied by that answer otherwise. "Do you have any plans for when the Crystal Gems show up?" There's a hint of worry in her voice now. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     At the topic of the Crystal gems, Peridot tightens her fist. There was a headache she was glad to not have to deal with. She loosens her grip. "When they show up." She starts, looking at the floor in thought. "Statistically, we should have mopped the floor with them. If we're..." She then looked up. She wanted to say 'unified' but she stopped herself. She caught herself actively trying not to upset Lapis. Which, she thought was strange. She highly enjoyed chiding others.     "If we're prepared. We have destabalizers. We have more intel than we did in the past. If we keep the Steven separated from them...." As the elevator reached its destination, Peridot stepped off the lift towards Stevens room. "I'm confident that we can keep them at bay or imprisoned. So long that we have the warship and Jasper on our side." 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis follows by Peridot's side as the lift ascends behind them back to the bridge. For a moment, she seems expectant when Peridot pauses, but doesn't seem to pick up on Peridot avoiding upsetting her. Probably for the best. The idea of fighting the Crystal Gems doesn't seem to upset her, either. The bit with Jasper was unusual, though. Her fighting, and about them getting away. Was that circumstantial, or had she really turned her back on Homeworld. Could she do it again?     Lapis steps into the cell, the forcefield being off, given that Steven can just walk through it at any time. Approaching the television set, Lapis sits down infront of it on the many cushions. Then she looks over to Peridot expectantly. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot walked into the cell. The Steven was another can of crystal worms. If the Crystal gems reappeared, she would have to double security around the gem boy. He was a side-objective to be sure, but he was still important. Important enough to keep in the clutches of Homeworld.     But, another problem another day.     She sat next to Lapis, cross-legged and then looked to the Tv. She reached out and powered the devices on, as she had become familiar with their use before she baited her trap for Sunstone. "Alright, what are we investigating here? Did you wish to show me something? Did we get more messages?" 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Watching Peridot activate all the devices, she takes careful note of what does what. The console greets them with its colourful bootup screen and sounds. Looking over to the pile of cases, Lapis picks up the one with the bubble-frog case art. "This is what I was looking for." Having stolen it, she'd better know what she grabbed!     Leaning forward and crawling on all fours up to the TV, she examines the buttons through squinted eyes before pressing the 'Open' button, where the disk tray slides out from the TV.     Cracking open the case, Lapis puts the disk in upside down and closes the tray.     The TV goes black.     Scooting back, LApis sits back in the pillows. Then the ominous words 'Disk Read Error' pop up on the screen.     Lapis stares at it for a few moments before looking at Peridot, "I don't think I did it right." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "It's truly bizarre that a culture capable of creating a being like Ferham also still utilizes Poly-carbonate plastic and aluminum to store data with reflected light. But to their credit, they are at least on the right track." She had to admit, Gem-tech utilized light refracting through gems frequently. These disk weren't different, merely simpler.     Without saying anything Peridot took the disc out and flipped it. "The reflective portion has to face the optical pickup, or it will not function." 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     "I think things like Ferham came from a different universe." Lapis nods as Peridot fixes the disk, yet it still displays an error message. 'Not a Dvd'. This is confusing. Looking at the controllers, Lapis leans forward and examines the console before openning *it*, then she takes the disk from the TV and puts it into the console. Upon closing it, they get the actual screen for the game. "Why are there two of them, but only one works?" Confusing.     In any case, Lapis picks up one of the controllers and hands the other to Peridot. Some of this comes intuitively, and she begins to navigate the menu. Multiplayer. New game. Two players. "Ready?" She eyes Peridot. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Because the engineers on this planet are clods." She answers with a light smirk. Humans were always acceptable targets for maximum chiding. "Their limited capacity for ingenuity means they don't always know when to optimize or combine systems."     Peridot takes the controller, having already used one before. Though certainly not to play this specific game. "What is our objective here?" She asked, studying the screen for information. 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis readies herself as the game begins the startup countdown. Pointing towards the top of the screen she says, "I think we need to pop these bubbles. When popped in certain combinations, a frog will appear and we will have to fight it using our laser cannons." Then the game begins. Of course, Lapis is still getting used to the controls and just moves around without doing anything. The bubbles at the top of the screen look a lot like a brick-breaker type of game, and every one is coloured coded like candy-crush. Some items are in bubbles. Armor. Guns. Ammo. Powerups.     "I saw it on a human information board outside of one of their cities." She confirms her source. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Wait, are we just playing this... just to play?" She squinted, holding her controller limply for a few moments. Her disinterest, she quickly found was feigned. She had been curious about these games since she first saw the Steven playing one and had took note of the mathematical precision the game had employed.     "Hm.. Very well. If the objective is to destroy the frog. Then, it shall be utterly reduced to it's base chemical components and trace minerals." Peridot picks the controller back up. She took to it much more quickly. She multi tasked the control of several robonoids and a warship through digital interfaces. This was a walk in the park to her. 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     Lapis began to smile, taking hints from the way Peridot was using the controller to further her own position in the game. It took her a bit longer to succeed in shooting the bubbles, but she picked up fast in Peridot's lead. Peridot noticed the combos much sooner, though. Her bubble-popping expertise unmatched, and the scores showed it. As the game got faster, leading up to the boss, Lapis began to laugh. "No fair! You're so far in the lead!" It's hardly competitive, but the score makes it so. "I don't understand why we have to fight the frog after popping these bubbles." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "A common theme among many planetary mythology, at a glance--" And, it was best to not go into WHY Peridot had been exposed to several different cultures. Most of them no longer had people to even spread their mythology. "Is the use of predatory animals and the various ways they are vanquished by champions."     "Perhaps the frog is a small, but menacing predatory animal to humans. It would explain their depiction as a target." Peridot seemed relaxed. Much more so than she had been, in perhaps years. The task set before her brought her to the same place as when she was cleaning the bridge. The game took thought, but it was fairly undemanding. It allowed Peridot to think critically in a low-stakes environment, somewhere safe.     "I may have perhaps been hasty in my judgement of these devices in the past. I can see now a parallel with a certain brand of gem tech. The holo-room." 

:'''{{#var:849|Lapis Lazuli (849)}} has posed:'''     "Humans being hunted by frogs? It's hard to imagine something so simple." Lapis repeats back, mostly on the same page. As the bubbles are finally eliminated and both 'avatars' are equipped. Lapis begins her fight with the frog, with Peridot. "It doesn't look very tough."     Then the frog jumps on her avatar and instantly depletes all of her life. "A..ah! It got me!" She actually seems a little upset. "It's certainly less dangerous." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Small things can be dangerous." She comments. "Especially to a biological meat being. Poisons or corrosive materials in general. Perhaps frogs are venomous. This perhaps warrants further investigation."     And so, Peridot played games with Lapis throughout the night. For once she didn't think about Kindergarten, Homeworld, the crystal gems, power sources, or any of the myriad of things that had monopolized her thoughts since being stranded on the planet. She simply played... and throughout the course of the night, learned she had a strong aptitude for it. She was a problem solver, a trouble shooter with twitch-like reflexes and precision that was normally applied to the repair of small machines.     It was a good way to conclude a work day. She enjoyed Lapis's company, and by the conclusion of their battle. Peridot had been laughing--- though, cackling may have been a better word for it, as she systematically rid this digital world of all of its frog folk. But, at the least it was clear she was having fun. 

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2628/The Gem Woman

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There is the sound of high heeled boots click clacking as Ferham enters the research facility wing, the floor understandably smooth hardened concrete in places just to help with the utilitarian nature of the place, and for safety. She seems to be here looking for something, as she passes by the usual cadre of technicians and workmen hoisting some heavy equipment, making sure not to bump into anyone with her wings. She does of course provide a rather lovely image for said busy workmen however, likely causing one to be distracted and accidentally trip himself up. Whoops. Still, it wasn't as if she pays it any mind, just sort of keeps on going. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' She had spent most of the day doing reconnaissance. The planet earth was huge, but once upon a time it had been a gem controlled planet. Her people had ruled it, though she personally had never been there. Even after the rebellous gem forces had returned the planet to the humans. However since she accidently arrived in this world, she could find no evidence, no trace of gem kind. No artifacts, no ancient sites. Not a single rebel gem showed up to challenge her presence in the sky. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:''' She had spent most of the day doing reconnaissance. The planet earth was huge, but once upon a time it had been a gem controlled planet. Her people had ruled it, though she personally had never been there. Even after the rebellous gem forces had returned the planet to the humans. However since she accidently arrived in this world, she could find no evidence, no trace of gem kind. No artifacts, no ancient sites. Not a single rebel gem showed up to challenge her presence in the sky. It was alarming. Naturally she didn't want to be attacked, of course. But, the absence of any gem was strange. A crystal gem showing up to stop her would have been the normal, expected result. Peridot was a scientist, so when she didn't get results she expected, she would get frustrated, and curious. What had changed? Did gems not exist here? Was she alone? She was certainly trapped for the time being. This was her life now, just problem after problem. But, she had training and though she could not contact the gem homeworld, her home; There were things she could do in the meantime. Installations to build, alliances to forge. Peridot was an invader, a world conqueror. And she fancied herself a great one. Her initial fact-finding mission had yielded a consistent result. Conqueror or not, there was an orginization that would lend its resources to her in exchange for her cooperation. Without Yellow Diamond backing her up, she saw no reason to not use the humans infastructure against them. And so, she met with someone in Toronto, and struck a bargain. Easy. And now she was surveying the fruits of her first major decision since being stranded here. The gem warship was outside, awaiting her instructions should this 'deal' suddenly turn sour for her. She entered the room, the first stop on her trip- and the one she was the most interested in. Her fingers floated in front of her, and interlocked to form her floating touch screen. "Peridot here. Log date 31-4-C. Scouting out the sector I've identified as a possilble safe zone. Facility is clean, and well gaurded. It bodes well for my mission to maintain the health of this alliance. The technology here is.. inconsistent. Some of it is archaic, while some of it is a possible contender to rival gem tech." The green skinned woman looked to Ferham. She stood out amongst most of the humans, which Peridot had barely given the time of the day to. She squinted behind her visor. "You." She gestured with her other hand, one of her floating fingers pointing at her. She seemed to be studying Ferhams form, her neon green eye smomenterily resting on the gemstones on her stomach and forehead. "You're not a gem, are you? Some sort of fusion?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Huh, hello there. What's your story?" Ferham blinked as she looked Peridot over, as if she was pausing to try and descipher just what sort of race Peridot /was/. "This is new," Fer walked closer, assuming that if she was here she was supposed to be, walking slowly around the gem woman. "Seems part of you is... silicone? not carbon-based?" she had a hand on her hip, keeping her distance for the most part.      to Peridot's question, she shook her head. "I'm synthetic, a robot--these are crystal lenses," she gestured to the various gem-like bits studded into her forehead, knees and against her stomach. "I guess you could say part of me uses something like that, though? I'm Ferham by the way, and you are...?" she held out a hand, as if to shake. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Normally she likely wouldn't given someone like Ferham another thought once she got the information she wanted. But, her thoughts went again to the alliance and how crucial it would be to her until she established it... and got what she needed from it. Peridot watched her warily as she circled around her. Her finger resting close to her holo-pad.     "Log note suppliment. It seems humans have created gem-like robots in their own image. These sort of metal golems similiar to my robonoids. Possibly AI powered. A logical extension of their technology given their non-existant capacity for projection." She spoke, almost as though Ferham were not right in front of her. "I will now engage it on its level, in order to discern more information about it's capabilities and function." She looks at Ferhams extended hand. "it appears to want to give me something, although it does not have anything in it's grasp. It's quite possibly defective."     She then turns to face Ferham completely. "Hello, unit Ferham. My name is Peridot. I am a gem from Homeworld. Who is your creator? Is your owner somewhere nearby? I would be interesting in inquiring about how you were constructed." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, gem-like might be a strong word, however we run on various power resources such as energen, and energon, so I... suppose?" Ferham seemed to be amused with the attention she was getting here from this strange silicoid lady. "And yes, I'm an artificial intelligence, you have that right, as for projection.. maybe you could elaborate on that for me?" she tilted her head, her hand still resting against one hip, apparently not minding having this conversation in a corridor.      "Ah ah, I don't have an owner, I'm independant, I work for the confederacy as of yet though, I assume you do as well?" she gestured to the gem woman, her expression however remaining amused. "As for how I was constructed, well, that's a bit of a long explanation, I take it you're going to be here on the research staff?" she looked around then, wondering perhaps aloud if Peridot was there with anyone. "Somewhere we can perhaps talk more?" 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Intriguing. A rogue construct." Peridot commented as her head tilted. "Such a thing is mostly unheard of where I'm from. "But, no matter." her attention turned to the place around them. "Yes, I will be lending my considerable brain power to these confederates. For me it's an alliance of convienence." And she stopped there. Seeing no need to tell Ferham just how desperate her situation on earth was, just yet. Instead opting to change the subject. "Projections- we gems can conjure holographic like projections from our gems." She pointed to the one on her forhead. "Except these projections can have mass and weight.     "I am currently trying to staff up my operation. I am not a native to this dimension, but I think overtime I can change that." She gestured briefly with his hand. "What is it exactly that you... do around here?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I... see, you are from a world where robots are not independant, they weren't originally exactly on my world, either, come to think of it," Fer shrugged a little, not exactly taking offense there. Her expression is more one of neutrality, and a little bit of surprise, wonder. She gave a nod, then raised brows as she seemed interested again. "Ah, holograms, are they solid, as well?" now that was something she did seem interested or knowledgeable in. "So they are, hmm... a holographic species, that's something I haven't run into before," leaned back on the heel of one of her boots.      "My role is combat primarily, I'm also capable of infiltration, with humans or other robots," she gestured around, perhaps noting the various researchers who still had trouble removing their eyes from her as she passed. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "As solid as I am." She said, tapping her arm with one of her disembodied fingers. Then she listened as Ferham went on, absorbing the knowledge trying to discern the useful knowledge from the trivial points. "It's an innate ability, but something of a skill one must practice."     "Combat." As they talked, her fingers were still interlocked to form her laptop. With her right hand (which only had a single digit on it now) she tapped her screen a few times. A digital image of Ferham appeared, and data started streaming by. It appeared Peridot was actually taking notes. "Durable looking frame... infiltration, something of an upgrade really. Will continue to monitor subject Ferham for tactical capabilities." She then looked to Ferham once more. "As it is, I used to have someone employed to be my muscle. But, seeing as she did not see fit to be stranded in this world with me. I am need of a new escort. Since you are a rogue construct, I imagine you will expect something in the form of compensation for your services. Will you not?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ah, so you had to learn how to use your holographic abilities," she nodded. "I see, you are able to maintain that shape indefinitely then?" she gestured gently to Peridot, noting her face. "Ohh, I'm on your computer already? I'm flattered," Ferham angled her head to get a better look at the display Peridot brought up, but otherwise didn't try to gawk or pry too much, yet. "And I'm being monitored, I'm just getting all the attention today," she said with a grin, then more seriously, "Humor, pardon me."      "An escort, hmm? that would depend, if these things are for official confederate business, then that may not be necessary, but for anything yes, we might need to negotiate a deal of sorts," she nodded. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot squinted some as Ferham scrutinized her holo-pad. She leaned toward her screen, saying aside to it. "Unit's personality settings appear to have set a high variable for humor. Investigate a way to lower it's rating." Before turning her attention to Ferham once more. Perhaps noting for the first time since they've met, that her self-awareness may have been a little higher than Peridot expected. She pulled back her holo-pad, and disappated it. Her fingers returning to her hand. She rubbed her chin.     "It's a combination task." She answered. "I need to increase my base of power by establishing useful gem installations on earth. As I grow in power, so to will these confederates. These Installations can be utilized by them, if they ask nicely." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Once Ferham noticed Peridot's reaction to her levity, she sighed just a little and shrugged. "Sorry about that, I guess my brand of humor doesn't win over everybody," she rocked a little on her heels, before looking up at the sound of Peri's voice again. "Well then, that would be in my authority to assist with, if what you're saying is right," she nodded. "You don't need to worry about base remuneration, exactly, hopefully our working relationship is a stable one," she smiled. "As long as we're working together we should possibly get to know eachother," she explained.      "You seem to have experience with artificial intelligence, did you work with those where you're from or build them yourself?" she seemed curious there, noting the gem-woman's reliance on her personal computer. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Yes. Back on Homeworld, I was oft charged with the construction and creation of machines such as yourself." She looked at her hand for a moment as it turned up right in front of her. A beam of light emitting from her forehead, creating a holographic illusion of a small pod like creature with detached limbs, similiar to Peri's fingers.     "I am most known for inventing the robonoid seen here. " The creature seemed to take form, and crawl up Peridot's arm like a creepy little spider. It perched on her shoulder, and stood their waiting. "They are stupid, to be certain. But their genius lies in their capacity for simple task- and how quickly and easily they can be reproduced and distributed. I use them primarily to do remote repairs of damaged installations."     "Such is the case, you in a unique position. If I take some time to familiarize mysellf with your composition. I could very easily repair, modify or even improve your chassis." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, I see, so you're a technician as well as inventor," Ferham noted the small spider-like bot with curiousity, leaning over to get a bit of a better look at it. "I'll keep that in mind, I might need to ask you for help if you're the closest specialist when I next am damaged," she explains with some seriousness. Always a bad idea to be stuck somewhere without help, or no one to turn to for that.      "Not that I haven't spent my fair amount of time in the med bay, of course, it's not bad, but I do prefer a specialist in the field," she added with a smile. "Sounds like we'll be getting along well, hopefully--you might want to come with me so we can do a few scans however, to see if you're technology is compatible," she walked around Peridot and looked to find a mostly vacant room, motioning for her to follow. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "I doubt the inherent compatibility of our technology. But, you are correct in that a few scans will alleviate matters. I may even allocate some time into the research of your construction. I can perhaps even create a remote-repair gel that can be stored in the robonoid orb."     As Ferham walked to a vacant room, Peridot lingered in place for a moment. She was unaccustomed to machines giving her directions, even simple instructions. She realized it made her somewhat uncomfortable. But, out of place as she was- she had no choice but to comply. She followed behind Ferham. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Here we are," Ferham stepped into the room and flicked the light switch on, peering about. There appeared to be a plastic padded chair sitting in the center of it with not much else around except a few containers. "Huh, not much but it's home, eh?" Ferham asked, walking in and turning to stretch out in the long dentist's office looking chair, folding her arms behind her head for a few moments.      "Oh right, forgot my manners for a moment, welcome to the confederacy, by the way," she nodded with a little smile, tapping a gloved hand at the orb at her forehead and chest. "If your computer can try to interface with me through these, I should be able to try and transmit diagnostic data and schematics." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "That would greatly speed up things." She held up her hand, where the four fingers that had formed her holo-pad take flight once more. They each spread out, until they formed a diamond shape, and the holo image showed up once more. The image of Ferham showing up again. "These image you see on the screen is based on a visual topogrical scan. Useful, but we will need to check under the hood to get to the real perinent data."     "Connecting newer technology to older forms can be tricky." She walked around the reploid slowly, as though she were a patient on a table. "Fortunatly, gems are equipped to handle such mis-matches, as we are a multi planatery species."     "Now then... where can I.." She squinted. "Plug in?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I thought it might," Fer smiled as she leaned back a little, her wings angled out of the way so that she coudl recline on this examination chair. "A lovely image of course, you caught my good side there," Ferham scrutinized the visual data that Peri had captured, then leaned back. She did watch the gem-woman as she walked around her though, though not in a suspicious way, more amused with this process.      "Plug... in? Well, I can't say I have any sockets exactly, err," she shifted a little. "You don't have any wireless access or a laser or the like?" she looked up and was hopeful, perhaps, that this wouldn't get... well, too invasive. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "I would like to access your central processing unit, if I am able." She pressed her finger lightly against the side of Ferhams head, as if she was checking for something. Perhaps an access panel. "If you have a wireless port connector, that will work just as well. Though I find something more satisfying about being able to see the componets with my own eyes."     The robonoid jumped off Peridot's shoulder and began skittering across the room. Peridot looked at her free palm, and the gem on her forehead began to glow once more. This time projecting a tool into her hand. As it solidified it appeared to be a cutting laser. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The light touch to the side of her head just made Fer pause a little, though she didn't seem to mind, yet. "That's... possible, but it's also something a bit personal for an artificial intelligence, I like to think," she shifted a little. "That'd require erm, going beneath my armor and under my synthetic skin, more importantly into my head," she didn't seem to think that was the best idea, exactly. Once the cutting laser appeared in those warm but silicone-esque hands, Ferham went wide-eyed a little.      "I have a wireless port in the pink lens in my forehead--the jewel there," she pointed to it with a black-gloved, clawed looking finger. "That does look like a lovely cutting instrument you have there, however, no doubt," she managed a little leery look at it. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Hm." Peridot seemed to consider her options for the moment. For a brief moment she considered cutting in, anyway. But, she opted not to. Though she barely thought of the machine woman as much more than a tool; one thing was certain, she was a strong tool. One that could easily over power someone like Peridot if she chose to.     And so, She squeezed the tool until it began to crack. Then it seemed to vanish in a poof of green smoke. "Wireless it is, then." She turned her attention back to her holopad. The digital image of Ferham zoomed into her forehead, where the crysal there began flashing. "Establishing connection.... Hm. Not quite so archaic as everything else around here. I'd say it was more.. different. Developing a new connection routine software..." Her finger tapped on the screen rapidly. "Sub-routine written. Connection has been established."     "Downloading schematics for chassis. Schematics for locomotive systems, processing unit." And then, silently, Peridot began to probe her security defensive mechanisms. She was curious to know just how difficult Ferham would be to hack into. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There seemed to be a weight that lifted once that cutting laser was crushed and disappeared, she'd been on the receiving end of one before, against her permission, and it wasn't fun. "Alright, I can recognize your request for access," Ferham peered off into space for a moment, as if handling the process of directing the scientist to her schematics. Lovely full-body wireframe images of Fer along with relevant technical specification data would then be transmitted to Peridot, as well as data on the neural net which she would now know was housed behind a few inches of titanium and a shock dampening assembly in that head of her's.      When the probing to her security systems came about however, this would be a curious game indeed. It wasn't as if something like that wouldn't be noticed, though Fer also couldn't be sure if Peri also knew what she was doing or not. She seemed to let it be for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     The probing appeared to cease, as soon as Ferham grew aware of it. "Information has been downloaded. It will take me some time in order to discern its meaning and cross-examine it." Peridot's visor suddenly went black, as green lines of data began to scroll past it rapidly. Though she seemed to have little trouble keeping up with the text.     "Commencing next stage testing. I will need to stress test the limits of your firewall and counter-hacking mechanisms." A gem patient would have likely got a little more warning than that, but at least Peridot announced the intentions of her next test. "Try your best to stop this from suceeding."          It became immediatly clear that whatever probing Peridot had done earlier had been an after thought, something she hadn't dedicated much of her attention to. But now, the 'attack' on her defensive mechanisms was in full force and threatening to overwhelm her senses if her systems aren't sufficently advanced and secure enough. All of Peridot's fingers on her other hand began typing furiously on her holopad, as she attempted to see if she could take over Ferham's systems. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The prowess that Peridot held would be a definite match it would appear, if Peridot was going to try and get access to something she didn't have permission for. She looked up at the now black visor covering the woman's face, and seemed to relax a little as she let her helmeted head lean against the headrest. "What?" Ferham perhaps hadn't expected this part, uh oh.      The shift in expression is notable, Fer's eyes opening a bit wider as she set her jaw in a bit of a cringe, her clawed, gloved hands digging into the examination chair, her back arching before coming down against the padded portion of the chair a bit hard. It's almost like she's having a convulsion, till she settles back down against the chair. Oh my, seemed the femmebot was losing here. While she had roused her suspicion before, this was... unexpected, of course, it did provide a rather amusing show, the synthetic lady wasn't joking about now. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Intriguing. As I suspected. Your programming isn't as archaic as everything else I've seen here. You must be from somewhere strange, like me. This does indeed rival gem technology. I would have never expected that from this miserable little planet." As her typing sped up, her gem began to glow from exerting herself. Peridot was literally created to do this kind of thing.          Peridot smiled.     "Stress test... failed. Multiple security openings have been detected. I've now taken complete control over your systems." The glow on her gem faded a little bit. She started disabling Ferham's motor functions, so she couldn't get up. Though she could still speak. "But.. don't worry. I will fix your security flaws. I can make these firewalls stronger to keep out most digital threats you'll face in the future. And I'll do it free of charge. Afterall, I don't want anyone un-doing the modifications I need to make."     "I find it strange that someone programmed you to work for youself. For example, I wouldn't make a cutting laser that could refuse to cut something for me. My robonoids cannot refuse an order. I will fix this over sight by the person who created you. I will free you from your purposeless existance, and give you something to really fight for. Where I am frail, but you can be my muscle... confederate service, or not." "I confess, I am in a far more desperate situation than I let on. Which means I need someone like you to listen to every. single. order. I. give." The holo-pad began flashing several images of Ferhams various parts, as Peridot began reprogramming her to take orders from her. "I might be the only gem in this universe, and I refuse to let my kind go extinct." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The shaking, strange sort of convulsion that Fer had gone through, she was now quite still against the chair, and looking as if she was peaceful by now. "Well... can't say this happens every day, you're... strong," Ferham had to admit, Peridot's ability with software was something that she hadn't expected. If she could make her own drones like the robonoids, and even construct more complex robots then she might even be on the level of one of her own world's experts in the field. And the speed at which she worked, was well... amazing.      "Desperate? you must be good at subterfuge then, you hadn't seemed like it, but my type of robots were created with the ability to think and feel and make decisions on our own, it's not usual for us to have owners, as you understand them," Fer peered up at the gem-woman with her own emerald-green eyes. "I can... sympathize with your situation." 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     She went on programming. She needed to be careful here, writing in code that wouldn't allow Ferham to try and damage or otherwise hurt her. It would have to be her 'if all else fails' card so she needed it to be a good last resort. "I understand you are programmed to think you feel empathy." She answered.     "Or perhaps your kind were programmed to be companions to humans-- thus making it neccesary for you to emulate these emotions." She had a soft, if somewhat nervous smile on her face now. She wasn't sure if she was breaking a confederate rule right now... probably. But, it was time for calculated risk.     "Though I don't doubt that perhaps most of you don't have owners. I'm not completely convinced that humans aren't completely stupid just yet. But now you are in far more capable hands. Gem hands." Peridot's free fingers began to twirl in the air a little.     "Now let's take a look at your offensive capabailit---Yeee-ikes." She broke out in a sweat, as she grit her teeth. "Cryogenic blast... electromagnetic whips." Peridot pulled at her v-shaped collar, a disconcerted look on her face. "You really are combat-centric. Geez, you're gonna kill me if you get free." She blinked, her expression worried. After a moment, she swallows and continues programming. "Let's make sure that doesn't happen." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Programmed to feel it, maybe--though sometimes I think I can't," Fer might have shrugged, if she wasn't more or less pinned down. "Emulate, or have, it's kind of ambiguous, isn't it?" she went silent again, the programming apparently was going in just fine. Inside Ferham's mind must have been an interesting place at the moment, sort of abuzz from the information Peridot was pumping into it. Yes, she was trained to use weapons, could generate extreme low temperatures, fly, a whole host of powers.      Whether or not she seemed to express she was going to actually axe Peridot if she were to break free, didn't seem apparent. Fer had gone a little catatonic again, the programming apparently taking hold. Whether she'd even remember most of this was unsure as well, would Peri just sort of... cover her tracks? 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot tapped her lower lip for a moment. She had to start putting in the final touches. She wasn't entirely sure how much time she had left. How much longer she had before one of the various techs came in and interupted her work. A few ideas came to mind, and she found she had to choose one.              "I can't have you simply going to one of your 'experts' and having all this un-done." She murmured. "So... let's instill some loyality here. For the duration of your tenure as my bodygaurd, I'm going to need you to.. adore me, so to speak. So the idea of getting your programming fixed doesn't even come to mind." And she began typing away, she needed to modify Ferhams memories. Peridot doesn't take the time to go in and ready each memory, rather she quickly writes a alogrythm that goes through and injects imagery of herself into key places. While inventing new scenarios.     Memory one: Ferham is having a nice scoop of ice cream. It falls off the cone. Peridot suddenly shows up and gives her a new ice cream.     Memory two: In various highlights during the reploid freedom movement. Peridot replaces Command Epsilon as the leadng figure, leading the charge and kicking maverick hunter butt.     Memory Three: She's in the mines again. But there is a cave-in! A giant boulder is about to crush Ferham when Peridot shows up and stops the boulder from crushing her. Nevermind that Peridot's skinny as a nail, and holding up a boulder ten times her size. She seems to hold it up with ease.     Memory Four: Peridot is breaking the chains of enslaved reploids in the mines.     Memory Five: It's christmas! Ferham is unwrapping her presents and it's a big suit of shiny new armor. The tag says 'From Peridot'.     Memory Six: This was a routine repair, and Peri fixed her out of the goodness of her heart! Generally these sorts of memories go on, and as the algorythm indicates it's complete via beeping on Peridot's monitor. The gem woman looks over to Ferham with an unsure expression, to gauge how the changes affected her. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Now it certainly wasn't every day that this sort of... invasion took place, of course, but the effects are definitely profound. There are now multiple references to the Gem-scientist in her memory she cannot account for, and this was going to definitely affect the way she thought about the gem-woman, at least for a while. Wait, when did she have a christmas...? she had celebrated it the last year, since she'd been here... was Peri there then? she can't seem to tell for sure.      Though still unmoving, Fer seemed to rouse a little, opening her eyes and blinking a little. "Woah, that was... a rush, is the diagnostic done?" she asked, looking over at Peridot as if she expected her to be there and was apparently quite comfortable with it, all things considered. Why wouldn't she be, after all? 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot looked at her unsure, squinting. Her programming was solid, though there was a large part of her that was suspicious that it may have been a trap- because Peridot herself was treacherous, she expected treachery of others. But, if she was acting, Ferham was doing a great job.          But, Peridot was confident, and so, she re-enabled Ferham's hardware, granting her mobility once more. Then nervously, and wide-eyed Peridot took a step back. Her holo-pad disappeared and her floating fingers sort of fidgeted with each other. "So... uh..." Her head turned away some, as if preparing to get punched. "How do you feel?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham sat up from the examination chair, looking around as if she had just gotten up from a bit of a nap there. "Feel fine," she replied informally, likely all that data that had just been implanted in her was settling into place. "How're you doing? did you need anything?" oh, was a bit of the adoration showing there, perhaps? it was too early to say entirely for sure, but something had made the femmebot a bit more informal around the gem-woman, but did it work entirely as planned?      "I hope you got your scans and all that, how did I look?" Ferham made a little pose in that sitting position of putting her arms behind her head, all cheese-cake pinup style, apparently she seemed back to... normal? She was a terrible ham in showing off, when she wanted to be funny, anyway.      "I hope they were as delightful for you as giving them was for me," she began to swing herself off the chair and stand up, stretching--arms raised up high and that wasp-waist of hers cocked to one side, her wings making a subtle 'Rrr-rrr' noise as the motors inside whirred, spinning around a little bit before settling against her back again. She seemed... fine? 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     Peridot watched her, trying to brace for an impact without looking like she was bracing for impact. Though, no attack came. She wasn't frozen, and then subsequently electro-whipped. It looked like it had been a success. "So you do feel fine." She said, after a moment after Ferham confirmed it. Peridot relaxed a little, letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. More of a sigh of relief.     And then a smile came. "You feel fine." She went on confidently. She practically appeared giddy for a moment. "Hm.. hm-hmhmh.." She laughed into her cupped fingers. "Hm-hm.. ah-haha.. AH-HA!-HA!-HA!" She threw her arms up. "You feel fine! That's great!" Peridot curled her fingers into fist. "Finally somethings going my way!"     "Oh my, the two of us have a lot of work to do." She went on, wringing her fingers joyfully. "A lot of work." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Jeez, not so loud, you're going to scare everyone in here--these humans are pretty easily alarmed," Ferham blinked and had to stop and stare at Peridot as she did her mad scientista laughter there. She even seemed to imply she had no idea what was so funny, thanks to the strange out of place-ness of it. "What's so funny?" she asked for a moment, before going to the door and checking to see if it was closed. It had been, apparently. "Got to be careful there--does your species even have to worry about cardiac arrest?" she raised a brow, shrugging.      "Oh? What are we going to do, then?" she seemed to be giving Peridot her full attention anyway, so something was drawing her attention back to the gem woman, despite that little... display there. 

:'''{{#var:836|Peridot (836)}} has posed:'''     "Gems do not have blood, therefore we do not have hearts." Peridot answers, calming down a bit. She wasn't one to display outbursts like that, but things had been going so poorly for her since she became stranded. She found herself under an immense amount of stress, and It was hard not to celebrate a small victory as this.     Eventually though she straightened out her V-neck collar, and ran her fingers through her tetrahedron shaped hair to put a few stray strands back in place. She recomposed herself. "First we're going to visit my ship... and then, me and you are going to build a kindergarten." She smirked ominously. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "You seem like you've been under a lot of stress somehow, perhaps you should take a rest first? I happen to know several locations where you could," Fer leaned over and seemed to take stock of the gem-woman's state, apparently whatever programming Peri had set in there had taken effect after all. "You shouldn't put undue stress on yourself," then as Peri explained her plans after all, she nodded.      "I suppose, you have a ship?" she asked a little curiously, her high heeled boots clicking as she crossed the floor to the door. "Err, why a kindergarten?" dun dun duuun. 

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2528/Reasons not to stay out at night

2015-07-01T07:44:00Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      "Ahhhhh man..."      Raine grumbled to himself as he stalked his way through the mountains. He held a flashlight in one hand, sweeping it back and forth across the immediate landscape as he made way across the rugged terrain. "Never are these damn jobs that simple. Never, ever." He sighed again. "Find me a flower that only blooms at night! Sounds easy, right? Nah, son."      As he ranted to himself, eyes peering left and right, a faint giggle could be heard emanating from his general area. But no one else was around but him. "Serves you right for taking anything and everything that comes your way."      The black haired youth narrowed his eyes. "Shut it." He shot back to the air as he proceeded to move under a dark overpass. He didn't think too much about it. He was sure enough of his ability that anything legitimately threatening jumping out at him never crossed his mind.      "This is going to take all night, isn't it?" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      From the glow of the moon there is a slight darkening, as if a cloud has passed over it. And was there the shape of something fluttering across it...? A bird? or maybe some kind of craft? It was gone already, didn't seem to matter. However there seemed to be some kind of... electricity in the air, the hair on the back of one's neck prickling perhaps. Was that fog rolling in from the trees? The scent of burning leaves would briefly pass by Raine, inexplicably.      "I would hope not, deary," there came the sound of someone's voice suddenly, as something both starkly white and red stepped from the darkness under the overpass. The figure was clad in a sheer red nylon dress with billowy wide sleeves and seemed to only run to about mid-thigh, slender pale white legs fitted into red stiletto heels further down. Except as more of her stepped out of the darkness, it was evident that was not pale skin, but rather fur, as the wings and long bat-like ears became apparent--and those rich ruby red lips and white ivory fangs poking down over them. Yellow eyes seemed to watch him intently from black bangs.      He was face to face with some kind of batwoman!      "Shouldn't take too long at all, I think--are you lost, deary? you have that... torch there, are you a hitchhiker?" she grinned. 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      "....."      Suddenly, something didn't feel quite right. Raine's supernatural senses were crude, but they were there. He slowed to a stop, and then turned around, aiming his flashlight in that direction, and then all around with an air of suspicion. Plus, what the hell was that smell that just- Oh. A voice. One that certainly wasn't his invisible companion. "Heh?"      And of course, the one direction he /didn't/ look in, is where some suspicious figure was. "What the--" He squinted, pointing the flashlight at the figure's feet, and then slowly moving it upwards to get a better look at who or what this was. "...Uh-" What the hell was she wearing?      No nevermind that! That wasn't important! ...Well, not right now.      "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Raine arched a brow as the figure stepped out into the light. ...Well, light-er. It was still pretty damn dark. But at least he could lower the flashlight a bit. This was a first. Some kind of batwoman? Literally? That fur, those ears, and those wings gave it away. ...It was kind of surreal.      But then something hit him. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait. What's not going to take long here?" Vampires weren't a typical thing where he came from, so he didn't make any immediate connection. "And no actally. I'm not lost. Just searching for something." The black clad youth tilted his head a tad upon answering. "Actually what are /you/ doing out here in just /that/? Is there a party going on somewhere that I'm missing?" He made a point of looking elsewhere, as if trying to locate this wayward 'party', before fixing his gaze back on the...bat woman...lady...thing. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      At least the light of the flashlight reflected well off the shiny surfaces of those red vinyl stilettos, as for the rest of Echo the light caught her, and seemed to make her glow, making her white fur stand out from the darkness more. Those large white wings of hers rustled behind her as she began to step closer a few paces, heels clicking like she was wearing tap shoes. She had a hand on her hip and didn't seem to be in any kind of rush.      "Well I think you found it, darling," she nodded with a little laugh through her lips, like a 'mhmhhmhm'. "Won't you stick around and talk for a moment? it's such a dark and scary night out there, I think I saw some kind of deadly muggers or secret agent assassins back there!" she balled her fists and held them close to her front, looking as if she was suddenly frightened and helpless. Those yellow, slit-pupiled eyes seemed to be locking onto Raine's non-red eye now, as if trying to suck him in. 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      "......" Did this girl think she was fooling anyone? The way she swayed those hips, walking forward methodically, and then suddenly switching to being frightened. Raine's eyes narrowed in a severely unimpressed manner. Interestingly, his left eye's pupil glowed a faint red under the cover of night, unlight his normal green one. But it seemed harmless.      "I...." He rubbed the side of his head with a hand, looking elsewhere. Now that she got closer, he couldn't tell if she was properly dressed. "I'm preeeeeetty sure I wasn't looking for a person....bat...batperson." He corrected himself twice before making eye contact with this unknown lady before him.      Whoops. That was a mistake.      "So, I'm just gonna...go..." He said that, but his body did the /exact opposite/ and instead, he found himself taking steps towards her. Hey! Hey wait! That's not what he was planning to do! Leave! Don't approach! What the hell, body!? And then Raine realized too late; this was a spell. Crap. Craaaaaaaaap!      Given his pitiful lack of magic resistance, the black haired youth continued to approach, despite his mind reeling and trying to do the opposite. "Fragarach....do....something...you...useless...little..." He mumbled under his breath, but unfortunately for him, no one responded. Leaving him stuck in the bad lady's looming clutches. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      There was a sparkle in those yellow eyes as she noticed the man now stepping towards her. Those red heeled feet stopped just short of Raine's as the shounen hero would be made to stand still there. "I'm so glad you came by, I don't know what I would have done," already Echo's long red nails were plucking at the broad buttons of his coat and she sidled up against his side. Her twin white wings were now furling around him, blocking out the light of the moon.      "Fragarence? Oh don't worry, there'll be quite a bit of that..." Echo apparently didn't understand the boy's muttering and broad a red nailed index finger against Raine's jawbone, tracing the line of the carotid aertery all the way down. Her gloating red lips pressed against his cheek with a little 'smak' sound just once briefly, before she grinned again, those lips drawing back to reveal long ivory fangs.      "My heeero~" 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      God damn it...is what Raine thought as Echo got him into her grasp, folding her wings around the both of him. Hey, keep those claws away from his cheek! Don't unbutton his jacket! Don't kiss his cheek! Definitely don't find his artery! Definitely, definitely do not take a bit-      Chomp!      Raine squeezed his eyes shut, cursing everything in that moment. "......." He waited. Waited for the feeling of his blood leaving his body steadily. ".......?" But it never came. Curious, he opened one eye. Echo was definitely biting into him. But it looked like the thick collar of his sweater got in the way.      Talk about a stroke of luck. Instead of piercing right through his neck, the tips of her fangs only just poked the skin of his neck, drawing a little blood, but not quite enough. "...Well. How about that?" He grinned in a silly manner at this ridiculous turnout.      And right on cue, from behind the bat lady, white magic particles began to gather and congregrate. They grew more and more dense, and then in a flash of light, appeared a figure, floating in mid-air. Her hair was long and white. About the length of her body overall. Her skin was pale with blue markings all over it. And she wore a short, white dress with a pair of long, detatched sleeves. Interestingly, the sclera of her eyes were pitch black, and a long, long tail with a bow on the end extended from under her skirt. Her presence seemed to create it's own glow that made her obvious to see even in the dark.      "I am so disappointed."      This must have been Fragarach. She 'sat' in mid-air, one leg crossed over the other, leaned forward with an elbow in her lap and her in in a sleeved hand. She looked bored with this outcome. "You had the perfect setup and everything. And you blow it because his sweater was too thick. Tsk, tsk..." The ghostly girl shook her head in pity.      Raine meanwhile frowned, still in Echo's grasp. "Hey! You mean you /let/ her do this for fun!? Come on! Do something about this! I can't break free from this spell!" Poor magic inept fool.      Fragarach sighed and gazed towards Echo and Raine, shrugging her free arm nonchalantly. "Well, as you can see, dear, I happen to have need of my companion's continued survival. So if you could sepearate yourself from him. That would be grand." She still looked so disappointed. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      CHOMP!      Of course, after a few moments, Echo looked up rather confused as to the roll of thick green collar that her fangs were currently embedded in. As she pulled back in surprise, she was suddenly separated from Raine by quite a few feet, actually--moving away very rapidly as if she had blinked or teleported away. "Ohhh, magical, no wonder you're protected by some kind of familiar," Echo ran her red tongue over her teeth, pausing to give a curious hum. "Mmm, indeed, breakfast will be more difficult than I thought," she pouted a little as she gave a snap of her fingers, in chagrin.      "That's a /lovely/ indigo bow on your tail by the way, and that dress," Echo practically squealed. "Brings back memories of something *I* used to wear," she put a white-furred hand to her front, taking a deep breath. "You might want to put a few bandaids on that, by the way, honey--and maybe some rubbing alcohol, though I don't think I have viruses," she giggled, pointing at Raine now. "You have the dubious honor of being a breakfast sampler for me, Echo, the dark sorceress," she made a little bow to Raine and blew him a kiss, winking at him with long dark lashes. 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      Fragarach didn't say anything, but just smiled in amusement at Echo's antics. She certainly wasn't stoic. It felt more like everything amused her because it was beneath her. Like watching dogs play in the park. The comment about her tail caused said tail to weave around and the tip waved at Echo in a rather cute manner. As if it had a mind of it's own. While this went on, Fragarach floated over towards Raine, winding up behind and above him. She just watched the two talk from there on.      "Eh?" Raine brought a hand to the side of his neck where he was partly bitten, but not quite enough to be truly troublesome. "...I'll trust you don't." He cracked a lopsided smirk upon that answer and lowered his arm. He'd take care of that later. Echo's wink caused him to pause. And then he narrowed his eyes. She was cute, sure. In a manner of speaking, but his first impression was always going to default to unimpressed now.      "Echo, the dark sorceress. How terrifying." He said in a mildly sarcastic tone. But he sobered up after, bringing a hand to his chin. "...But maybe I can use this." He'd try and forget about this whole attack if he could spin this in a manner that was actually beneficial.      Thoughts aside, Raine fixed his eyes on the bat lady once again. "Are you familiar with the night life in this area. If you are, I could use your help real quick. ....I'll pay if necessary. Whether it's money or blood." Ugh. Volunteering his blood. But if it was just a little to get this job done, then it would be fine.      Maybe. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "You do? wow, you'd think you'd worry about being given a curse where you slowly transform into a batwoman, or something! Like when you get bitten by a werewolf!" Echo was surprised at Raine's apparently taking her word for it. "Ohh but in all serious it'd likely be more of a batman, if anything," she grinned afterwards, as if that was the least of Raine's worries! "Oh, but I practice necromancy too, would you like me to conjure up a few spectral assassins or perhaps a walking pile of denuded bone? Or I could turn someone you hate into a zombie and make them dance!" she clasped her hands together, as if she was quite excited about the prospects.      "Huh? familiar with the nightlife around here..?" she looked around, as if dumbfounded, blinking. "You're near Castlevania sweetheart, I *AM* the nightlife around here," she laughed softly, peering back at him a bit smugly. "What is it your brave heart desires?" she said now in a lower, more velvety tone, her heeled feet hovered just a few inches off the ground and she floated a bit closer. 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      "....Definitely Confederacy." Raine decided aloud, hearing Echo's spiel about curses and necromancy. And then assassins and zombies. Sounds like someone certainly had fun with their abilities. "I'll keep all of that in mind. Maybe it'll be useful sometime down the line. Never know when you might need to have someone assassinated. Or turned into a zombie. Or cursed. He shrugged airily after that. "I'm not really worried about being cursed." He was either confident, or stupid. Maybe both.      Fragarach, deeming that nothing else was going to happen to Raine, soon vanished, leaving white particles behind in her wake. She was definitely still there. Perhaps watching. Kinda creepy if one thought about it.      Raine didn't pay it any mind, all too used to her appearing at vanishing at a whim, and instead focused on Echo. "You're the nightlife around here. You." He pointed towards her approaching form. "You entirely? Thats a bold claim to make." He rolled his eyes, halfway amused, and half finding this ridiculous. "But if that's the case..."      He reached into his jacket and pulled out a photo from his pocket, holding it out towards her. "You familiar with this flower? Lunar Something or another...I can't remember the name. Just what it looks like." Good going. "It supposedly only blooms around these parts at night. Heard of it? I need to find one and take it back to a client."      Well that explained why he was here.      "By the way, the name's Raine Arland. Transporter and Sword for hire." He smirked and gave Echo a two fingered salute at that. "Nice to meet you! ...Minus the whole getting hypnotized and almost drained thing." 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Oh yes, I am of their association, and you?" Echo gestured to Raine, tilting her head. "What's your name then, Mr... hmm, B Positive? no no, wait, I got it right on the tip of my tongue," she seemed to be trying to judge what his blood-type was just by the flavor! "Oh, that's good, it's a good attitude to have, because well, if it was really going to happen well, I don't think I'd wanna help you stop it," she grinned. "Oh wouldn't it be grand to have another bat person around, hmm?" she 'batted' those eyelashes, pardon the pun.      "Well, me and perhaps a few others," she finally admitted to his question about her being the entirety of the nightlife. Her yellow eyes blinked as she glanced over at the photo, peering at it for a few moments. "Oh, a night flower, is that all you wanted?" she sounded as if she was almost disappointed, though her ears perked up at the sound of his name. "Sword for hire, hmm? ooh, be still my heart," she walked around, heels clicking. "Pleasure was all mine, deary, on that. So, you want assistance finding this flower then? I am at your service," she mutteres silkily. 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      "Confederacy." He answered simply. As if it wasn't obvious already. ...Actually the lines did kind of blur now and then, so perhaps it wasn't obvious. Oh well. Raine just smirked as Echo tried to determine what his blood type was by taste. He didn't answer. Let her figure it out herself, heh. "Well, if I became a bat person, at least I could fly without a ship~"      What a carefree way of looking at things. "...Ah, but I wouldn't be able to store all my stuff conveniently. Crap." Nope. He'd still need one after all! Her near disappointment at the underwhelming reveal of his searching for a mere flower drew a chuckle from Raine. But he nodded all the same.      "A job's a job, and my client wants a flower. I can't complain." Pause. "...At least until it becomes impossible to find." Yes, there was that. "But yeah, in a nutshell, I need to find this ridiculously elusive flower, you know the area better than I do. Know where I can find it?" Raine remained nonplussed at Echo's mannerisms and movements, following her with his eyes. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Maybe you could just get a utility belt, I hear how that's how some handle that issue," Echo smiled, working her lips together as she noticed she'd left a fair bit of her lipstick on the collar of Raine's sweater. Whoops. She soon remedied that by producing a tube of red rouge from a tiny bat that seemingly came out of nowhere--that just poofed itself into the shape. Once she was done she casually tossed it away, resuming it's shadowy bat shape and flying off briefly before disappearing.      "As for finding your little night posie, I might be able to, I suppose," she seemed willing but just a tad bored by the prospect. "And you'd keep your end of the bargain then, as you said?" she turned to face him and smirked. "I won't go around saying you frauded me if you don't, buuut I can't say you won't wake up to a rather amusing surprise one morning," she waggled a finger. "Now, the night flower, time to canvas the area," she spread her arms wide and the sleeves of that skimpy dress of hers began to whip around, HORDES of those same shadowy bat familiars of hers flying pell mell from the insides of her very sleeves!      "...This will take about 5 minutes, hope you're not in a hurry, deary," she grinned. 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      "I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I'll get a cape and cowl while I'm at it." Raine shot back with an amused smirk. Finally remembering his opened jacket, he proceeded to button it back up casually as Echo spoke. "Sure. I'll keep my end of the deal. It's just a little blood. What difference does it make losing it in a fight, an accident, or simply giving it away?" But now he was curious. "...Though I have to ask now-"      Figuring there was nothing for him to be vigilant about, Raine plopped down to the ground and sat cross legged, staring at Echo. "What kind of surprise would you happen to leave if I /did/ fraud you?" They say curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought it back. That aside, Raine watched as the sorceress worked her magic...with the particular side effect of whipping her dress about. He casually glanced away at a particularly high whip. Then he looked back, watching a huge assortment of bat like familiars ....come out of her sleeves?      "Wow." Raine muttered as he watched them all fly off, apparently to search the area for this flower. "...That's useful." Why couldn't Fragarach just do that? He frowned at the thought, already knowing the answer. She just didn't care. At all.      Sigh.      Well, he had about 5 minutes, right? "So are biting attacks a common thing around here? Because I wish I'd known before I came here. Would have saved me a loaaaaaaad of trouble." 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Oh I don't know, I'd have to think about it. Maybe transform part of your body into something amusing, or maybe leave a dead prostitute in your bed, so you look them right in the eye when you wake up and roll over," she shrugged, but just then she was alerted to one of the returning shadow bats she had dispatched. "Hnn? oh? is that all? are you sure? ...Oh, well, I wasn't fishing for that compliment but /thank you/," she reached over and scritched the small spectral bat's chin and as quickly as it came it flew off.      "Hmm? oh, well, I guess? this is Castlevania--or rather it's near here. You know, where Lord Dracula lives?" she raised a brow to him, as if expecting him to know that. "Either way, your nightflower is in bloom a mile or two from here, I suppose we have a walk ahead of us, or you do, anyway--I'd rather take wing," she gestured gently with a hand to Raine and then blew him another kiss--this one actually jumping from her lips in the shape of her actual lips, or rather a lipstick outline of them which soon floated over to him, gunning for his cheek. Whether it failed or not, it'd turn into a pinkish red glowing shadow bat, apparently to light the way.      "This little token of my affection here will show you the way, if you like?" 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      "...You seriously have /way/ too much fun with your magic." Raine muttered, rolling his eyes at Echo's answer to his ill asked question. A dead prostitute...Yeah no. He shook the thought away and waited.      "Castlevania? Dracula? Am I supposed to know what those are?" Raine arched a brow. There were no Castlevanias or Draculas where he came from! "But since you keep mentioning it, I'll guess it's important." He cracked a smile and let that be that. He had more important things to focus on.      Like flowers!      And before long, the results came in. You ARE the fathe--wait no, wrong show. Nevermind. "A mile or two, huh?" He exhaled lightly and stood, watching as a disembodied lipstick outline floated it's way over to him. "......" Forever unimpressed, he leaned his head slightly aside, causing it to miss. But it turned into a bat afterward anyhow. "Oh-" He wasn't expecting that. "This will do, I guess I'll see you there then." He proceeded to follow the bat off, raising a hand in parting, assuming Echo was just going to fly and get there first anyway.      Stupid convenient flyers with their wings and shit. How dare they?      The walk was about as tedious as Rain expected it to be. Using his flashlight, he navigating the rough terrain, having to climb some high ledges, and climb down to lower elevations. All this effort for one god damn flower. The pay wasn't even that good, so why was he doing this?      ...Who knew.      Eventually, that mile or two became zero and Raine stepped into a clearing where the bat he was following fluttered in to a stop nearby the flower he was searching for. There it was. The exact same as the picture and everything. "Wow. It actually exists. So this trip wasn't a total waste of time." He managed to smile genuinely at that. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Well it's not like I'd /kill/ anybody just to stuff them in your bed! But do you know how hard it is to find a dead hooker when you really need one? I'd be going through cheap motels all night, ripping open mattresses!" she blinked again. "Well, yes, considering this mountain area around here boarders the Lord's castle, you know, King of the Vampires, Lord of the Undead, Prince of Darkness? Vlad Tepes Dracula?" Echo raised an eyebrow. "My bat tells me the nightflower you want is on the rim of the forest of eternal night, y'see, it's always dark there. A vampire's castle is there, too," she sighs a little, as if out of breath a bit.      "Indeed," Echo disappeared in a wreath of inky darkness, and when Raine had found what he was looking for, the same cloud reappeared nearby the glimmering night flower, those red heels the first thing to be visible upon her emergence. "There we go, now, we should prooobably collect your specimen and begone before anything thinks you or I are tasty, not that it was ever in question in my case," she barked a laugh and grinned. "Lettuce return to the citadel for now, if you are quite ready? or to wherever you may wish to go," she stood tall and confident in those stiletto heels, legs shoulder-width apart, the long wide sleeves of her dress billowing about in the night breeze, somehow commanding in presence as a witch or sorceress even in attire like that. 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      "Right." He approached the flower and knelt down, producing a small jar from his pack and scooping out the dirt around the flower. Once he got it, he lifted it and the flower out of the ground, neatly despositing it into the jar and closing it. "Okay, we're good." He stood up, nodding to himself in satisfaction. Echo's mention of leaving before anything thought they were tasty gave him pause.      "...So is fried bat usually on the menu?" He smirked, knowing full well that probably wasn't what she meant. Probably. He stored the jar away, and nodded afterwards however. "I've got a ship out by the western edge of this place roughly. I'm sure your familiars must have seen it by now. You can just drop me off there." He shrugged. "I'll give you your blood and then I'll be blasting off into the atmosphere. Problem solved, deal complete!" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "I hear in some other parts of the multiverse it could be called a delicacy, chicken of the cave, and all that," Echo giggled, finding the dark humor to her liking, unsurprisingly. "I see, I think I can take you there," there was a horde of chittering bats now surrounding them both, as if enveloping them.      "As for the blood, well we'll see about that, I might not come for it right away, perhaps some other night, when you least expect," she grinned with a bit of gloating laughter. "For now here we go, the best way to travel is by bat!" she cackled as Raine might feel himself tumbling down, down down as if through nothingness as Echo's pocket of shadows there whisked him and her off, depositing them both nearby his ship.      "That wasn't so bad, now was it? I do hope you weren't too.. uncomfortable, I must be off now, I think a bit of a visit to a blood bank is in order, Sanary's suggestion seems to be a good one at this rate, a little something chilled after this balmy night," she made a bleh noise. She flapped her wings and rose up into the sky, seeming to disappear or fade away into the moon.      "See you and your pretty familiar later, Mr. Arland...~" 

:'''{{#var:604|Raine Arland (604)}} has posed:'''      "Wait wha-" Raine was whisked away, suprisingly accurately to the outside of his ship. And then she was off, saying something about blood banks or whatever.      "....Well, that was something." He muttered. The air shimmered beside him and Fragarach revealed herself in a spark of white particles.      "Indeed. I do hope you enjoy volunteering yourself for such a...personal debt."      Raine frowned. "I swear to god, you never help! If you just used a tiny bit of your power-!" He held up a hand, indicating a tiny space between his thumb and index finger. "Just a tiny bit, then this would have been done ages ago!"      Fragarach giggled and turned away, floating /through/ the surface of the ship. "But watching you struggle is so amusing." Her voice carried through the air before silence fell.      "....." Sigh. He opened up the hatch and stepped inside the normal way. God, he hated his life. 

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2544/Bat into hell!

2015-06-29T04:50:54Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:817|Asteroth (817)}} has posed:''' The unified Hells are rather inconvienently located within the multiverse, both geographically and in terms of warpgate access. It makes it a rather long trek to get into them, or out of them. This makes sense in many respects from a practical, sensible, common-sense point of view. Unfortunately for the peace-loving citizens of the multiverse, none of those rather good reasons matter to the Confederacy. The gap in the warpgate network has made it...more difficult then necessary to get demons and magic users into and out of the Hells, and to facilitate this, two Confederates have been ordered to set up a waystation, complete with an artificial Warpgate, in the Maw, to make it easier for the Confederacy to conduct commerce and traffic, magical and otherwise, into and out of the various Hells. So, Asteroth is here, in one of her uglist guises, the one she uses mostly around other demons to 'put on a good face' so to speak, with a contingent of imps, minor devils, and lesser fiends, in one of the layers of the Maw. The various winged fiends are digging and excavating into the side of the Pit, carving out a massive outcropping and fortifications leading down from the layers above, while Asteroth tries to get a connection going first to the surface, and then to the Hells, with the help of another Confederate. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      Having made the comment about being interested in setting up an easier way to dip into the nether realms Echo had been given the mission to go along with Asteroth in their little endeavor to help setup the artificial warpgate. Why was Echo helping with the heavy lifting? Well, an underworld area represented a lot of potential for developing the greater dark arts, that would be a good guess, anyway.      Echo herself appears in a cloud of the dark shadow bat familiars she keeps with herself, which seem to fold out from dark motes like origami before fluttering about and taking on a purple-ish sheen. "I'm not exactly the most well-suited to set up a warpgate like this, I can't say I've ever done it before, I /love/ the look you have, by the way," Echo smiles and bows her head as she curtsies to Asteroth. 

:'''{{#var:817|Asteroth (817)}} has posed:''' Asteroth has some familiarity with demonic portals, summonings, and the like, but has not set up a warpgate like this before, either. "Thank you." she says. "Its a work in progress. I like the wings, by the way. Always stylish." She glances around to where some fiends are trying to set up defensive fortifications. "I have not done this before, exactly, but I do have an...affinity, with the subject matter, and the destination. I think as long as we can manage the basic magics of the connections themselves, the various minions, and the supplies from the Confederacy should handle the rest. Assuming the Union doesn't interfere, of course." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Unfortunately for the pair, the Union very much does NOT want the Confederates to gain easy Hell access. Once a proper conduit was set up, it'd be extremely hard to eradicate especially when any demon from Hell could come to its defense. Stopping the magic from solidifying the connection was the best way to prevent this. However, this particular location and this particular event came to the attention of the Union a little too late for the full-fledged, proper response to get deployed.     Only a dozen or so soldiers come with the advance contingent, none of them Elites but all with some passing familarity with demons. Among them, however, is one of the few mages they could grab at the time most suitable for potentially undoing demonic magic.     That mage would be Kyra Hyral. She seems vaguely put off by this sudden request for help since she hasn't worked with any of these soldiers before though it was apparently on her to get close enough to disrupt the magic. And though they wanted to be stealthy in their approach, it was quickly realized that given Kyra's overwhelming magical field, going in undetected was probably not going to happen.     So Kyra doesn't even try as they move in, the white mage in the highly uncomfortable position of being 'on point'. "Hey! Hold it!" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Ah yes, it can be a delicate process and any disturbance could--" bam, a dozen soldiers... and what appeared to be a white mage crashing the hell-party? Aww, and they were so close to getting the netherworld gateway up.      "It would appear we have company," Echo snapped her fingers, the various bat familiars wheeling around her into attention at the gesture, with Echo looking to Asteroth and then gesturing back to where the warpgate-crashers had emerged.      What these non-elite but likely highly trained demonic specialists were perhaps not trained for was the sudden appearance of a crowd of viera bikini-girls carrying stacks of pizza and six-packs of brewskis in their hands, looking quite adamant that they should join them. Of course, they appeared from clouds of smoke where the bat familiars had just been...      "Hey there boys, come over here, we have beer! and pizza!" the various girls of varying skintones (from dark to light) with their curvaceous bods and long hair ranging from red to blonde, they really were wearing just two-piece bikinis, and also high heels. Because.      What trickery of the bat woman's was this?? 

:'''{{#var:817|Asteroth (817)}} has posed:''' Asteroth is mildly surprised at the appearance of the viera girls. She glances towards Echo, and raises her eyebrows. I mean, she doesn't have eyebrows in this form, but she raises where they would be, nevertheless. "Interesting strategy." she says, with a hint of admiration in her voice. She begins humming under her breath, and after a few moments of this, a sword appears in her left hand. Its not made of metal or energy, however, but souls, converted into physical form and refashioned into metal, and then delicately hammered together in layers. It radiates dark and unholy magics. "I'll follow you lead on this one." she says to Echo. Hey, if the tactic works, she'd be more then happy to let the Unionites go. She orders the Imps and various fiends to wait and see what happens. The demons obey, but are obviously anxious to begin the attack, like pitbulls slavering at the leash. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "What the...YOU again?" Kyra half-scowls as she notices Echo here. "I should really be less surprised that-" Suddenly, their little party was surrounded. By bikini-clad viera tempting her escort with beers. A murmur of confusion erupts from the soldiers, at least half of them clearly starting to reach for the ladies. Kyra herself does seem mildly distracted by this for a few moments before she shakes her head. Viera /really/ weren't her type.     "Hey!" she yelps to the others, "Guys! GUYS! Focus!!" she snaps her fingers, "Come on! That's clearly some kind of illusion! Come on! We've got demons over there!" Unfortunately, from the look of it, more than half of the soldiers are having trouble holding on to their willpower in the face of Echo's meddling. Not a good thing since the lower-level demons seem to be outnumbering them to begin with.     At this point Kyra decides to attempt what she was brought along to do, white magic crackling over her fingers as she summons up the countermagic of her class. "Dispell!" In this case, the antimagic is aimed to counter what Kyra expects is an illusion spell of some kind. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      But not just beer, beer AND pizza, and what man could resist such a temptation? Nevermind held by such busty and curvy dark and light skinned viera bikini girls!      "Yes, yes, me again," Echo poofs next to Kyra, wearing a uniformly red set of bikini bottoms and top, so she blends in with the other girls despite her... well, battiness. She is of course wearing the red stiletto heels she usually does, ontop of that. "Why don't you take a load off and have a beer," she offers an already cracked one to Kyra, of course this one does have a rather suspicious sort of mist radiating off of it, and not just the sudsy foam or cold-appearance that a cold beer would have in the pits of hell. Literally, in this case!      When the dispell magic goes off, there is a strange sort of effect going on where the magic causes the bodies of the viera girls and even on Echo itself to flicker in and out softly for a few moments, sort of a fade in, fade out. The bat woman seems to be hastily trying to obfuscate it! 

:'''{{#var:817|Asteroth (817)}} has posed:''' Asteroth leans back and purses her lips. Well, she said she'd follow the other Confederate officers lead. She may not agree with it, but she follows through on what she says. Always. She concentrates for a moment, and her ugly, terrible form shifts away, and a moment later, she's only 5'5", feminine, a pale-skinned, freckled humanoid woman with long red hair and batlike wings. Don't ask what she's wearing-ish. Sighing inwardly, she puts on a smile and heads for the men. "Now, now, boys. Think about what your doing here. Tresspassing. Private property." She bites her lip. "Do you really want to do that? We'd have to fight, and couldn't bring any more friends over. Wouldn't you rather be our friends instead, too?" She waggles her eyebrows. "Come and relax, and enjoy yourselves. When you get off-duty, say we magic'd you. Don't risk you lives." She raises her arms to the sky and stretches. "Sit back, and relax, and have some fun." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     This was getting ridiculous for the soldiers which each passing second of exposure making it harder and harder to resist the temptation of fun and relaxation. With that, Kyra grows increasingly agitated as evidenced by her continued shouting at the others. "Ugh, I wish there was another Elite with meaaaugh-!" she jumps, startled as Echo appears next to her with a cold, suspicious brewski. "No." she says, pushing a palm out at Echo's face. She's further galvanized by the flickering of the illusions-strange that Echo seems to be flickering too. If she could just concentrate on dispelling things-!     As it flickers, the soldiers start to snap out of their daze, some momentarily stunned as they start to regain their barings. But then Asteroth starts in on the action and they look to each other, confused and with vaguely guilty expressions on their faces.     Kyra palms her face-with both of them at it, she'd have trouble overcoming combined magic. As the inactive guards start to mingle with the illusions, Kyra reaches into one of the pouches around her waist and withdraws a golfball-sized object. Huffing, she hurls it down at the ground in front of her, and it explodes into a cloud of smoke. The intention, of course, is to obscure the illusion entirely to lessen its effect.     Kyra drops down to the ground shortly afterwards, crawling along on her hands and knees through the smoke in search of whatever enchantments the pair has laid down to start the waypoint. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      Echo has to turn for a moment, to peer at the suddenly waifish and freckled form that Asteroth takes on, looking something more out of scooby doo than dark seductress of hell, at least to Echo's perception for a second there. "What the--" the bat woman blinked and had to jerk back from the sudden palm put outward to her face. Talk to the hand, she guesses?      As the smoke bomb goes off, the viera bikini girls are just starting to get chatty with the men, and them BAMPF--smoke everywhere. "Ohhh Kyra-honey you're just jealous none of them were looking at /you/ that way, aren't you?" Echo says in a bit of a sneering mocking tone, the red bikini top and bottoms she was wearing seeming to grow roots and spread out across her body as it reforms back into the red lace dress she normally wore. Though it's clear for the moment that Kyra had ducked down and was out of sight--and there was already a lot of noise here, which meant Echo would have trouble locating her by sound... darn wily white mages! 

:'''{{#var:817|Asteroth (817)}} has posed:''' Asteroth sighs yet again. This simply isn't how things are handled in Hell. But, it is what so often works on living mortals. She shifts and changes again, and now resembles a 5'7" tall college-aged blonde in a blue cheerleading dress. Devil in a blue dress and all. "Hold on just one moment boys." she says. "Let me sing a little number and clear this smoke up." Asteroth begins singing, and the voice sounds nothing like her demonic voice, or the voices of either of the two forms she's taken on. It sounds...celestial and radiant, ethereal and otherworldly. Her magical spells take the form of creative energy, since ultimately she's still an angel, albeit a fallen one. So she sings in Enochian, one of the primal languages of creation, and attempts to sing the very essence of the smoke away. Meanwhile, the supplies have barely been uncrated, essentially. Asteroth and Echo had not gotten very far. Most of them are still in a crate labled "ARTIFICIAL WARPGATE SUPPLIES. PROPERTY OF THE CONFEDERACY." And then, beneath those letters, a pink sticker with black wording labled "THIS SIDE UP" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     The problem with a smokebomb going off is now everyone can't see-at least those standing up. Kyra remains below most of the smoke, which drifts upwards and will continue to do so after a few minutes seeing as it's not confined to a room. At Echo's needling, Kyra grits her teeth but she doesn't say anything in response since that'd give away her position.     The soldiers start shouting to each other now, however, so they DO know where each other is-inadvertantly masking Kyra's movement in the process. Without the sights of the inviting girls around, it's much harder to maintain the enthrallment. This only lasts for a few moments before Asteroth's song sings the smoke away. The smoke itself is just normally produced smoke, created via one of Kyra's alchemical mixtures. There's nothing magical about it so it cannot resist Asteroth's power. The smoke disperses, leaving the soldiers exposed in their wakes though clearly in much more aggressive stances than before. Either the pair would need to get their illusions back up pronto or prepare for an actual fight.     Meanwhile, Kyra's quiet exploration continues. She doesn't find any suspicious gate-creating magic about but she does come across their spell components still in boxes. Handily labeled too! A mischevious smile crosses Kyra's face as she digs into her pouches again, producing several dull red bricks of clay-like material. The white mage leaves the bricks of Galiandan C4 around the crates but doesn't detonate them yet-not until she gets a respectable distance away so she doesn't blow herself up with them. Getting away from the crates, of course, is Kyra's next order of business as she sneaks away. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Okay there we go, that works a little better--" Echo, again, distracted from her task, trying to keep track of the white mage AND try to keep the glamour of her spell up despite the shouting. "Uhh, don't want to alarm you or your men here, Miss Asteroth, but I think we've been made here," Echo had tried to keep the illusion up as long as possibly, but now it had been fumbled to the point of decaying.      One by one the Viera bunny girls would begin melting like wax figurines put in a bonfire, their faces and all of their features until they settled into an unrecognizable lump (or pool) at the union men's feet. Before they all eventually poofed and returned to the shadow bats they were made of, of course--flapping away.      "KYRA--now long what you've done!" Echo sounded dramatically a lot more angry about this than she was, somehow. 

:'''{{#var:817|Asteroth (817)}} has posed:''' "At last." Asteroth says, a note of relief in her voice, as she shifts and changes back into a 7 foot tall, wingless demon. Horrendously ugly, with ripped-open wounds on its back where wings should be, and maggots crawling just underneath that raw, wounded flesh. After a moment of humming, the sword reappears in her hands. "ATTACK!" she shouts, and the demons, like animals let off the bit, slather forward to attack. She slashes outwards with her blade made of human souls, and looks for the elite... 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Where HAD that white mage gotten off to? It's hard to tell until Echo starts screaming again in her overdramatic fashion, prompting her to peek out of her hiding spot. Seeing the illusions returning to the little shadow bats that powered Echo's magic brought a smile to her face. "Hah." she ducks back down again but does not stay there for very long.     Asteroth's sudden change from attractive blonde with an angelic voice to full on horror from hell is a startling shock to say the least, though not one unanticipated by soldiers puporting to have experience with demons. They're not allowed to be shocked for very long as the minions of the demoness surge forward to meet them in combat. Although the demons have numbers on their side, the soldiers did come prepared with silver bullets, holy water, and other such objects traditionally associated with demonslaying.     Spying Asteroth heading her way, she realizes that remaining cut off from the group would be bad, especially if the demon corners her. She waits a few seconds before murmuring a few words to remotely activate the alchemized explosives she put around that crate. The moment the explosion goes off, she makes a break for the rest of the group. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Uh oh," Echo pales a little bit and would make herself scarce from the men, since she herself had gotten in on the bikini, beer & pizza action there. "I guess there is no use but to break a few eggs to make an omelette, or something like that--I BET YOU'RE REAL GLAD YOU BROKE MY SPELL NOW, KYRA-HONEY," Echo more or less shouts when she has gotten clear of the incoming fiery DEATH.      Of course Echo realizes she still doesn't know /where/ the white mage had gotten herself off to. Whoops. They were wily critters, those white mages. Always shrinking off and disappearing, with their white mages and the bibbin and the boppin'.      "Wait, what's that smell--" and suddenly Echo has a split second to dive for cover just before the explosive goes off. Cool bats don't look at explosions. 

:'''{{#var:817|Asteroth (817)}} has posed:''' The explosion goes off, destroy the supplies, and sending large cracks in the stone. Fortunately, when placing a portal of this sort, you don't want to place on on stone easily bombed or destroyed, so it holds firm, and everyone doesn't go plunging down the bottomless pit. Because that would be bad. Asteroth, spotting the white mage, charges over towards her, singing in Enochian as she does so. Her voice, constrasting with her completely hellish, disgusting visage, still sounds ethereal and beautiful. As she chants, flames begin to creep up around her body, and spread out from around her. She completely ignores the explosion, except for a large piece of debree which careens towards her, which she bats away with a hand. "I said we could do this the peaceful way." she growls, slashing her sword as she attempts to block the route back towards the Heroic Backup. Meanwhile, the demons fight the heroes. The demons are numerous, but, as the heroes realized, relatively vulnerable to well-prepared heroes in this regards, especially since certain demonic vulnerabilities are nigh-on universal, and demons are a fairly common Minion of Evil across the multiverse. Still, they are thousands of years old and skilled, so while numerous, vulnerable and weak, they put up a... .... hell of a fight. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Thanks for the distraction!" Kyra taunts back at Echo moments before the explosion goes off. At least the bat was addled enough! Another mad scientist cackle escapes her as smoke billows around the still fiery spot where the supplies once were. The smoke disperses once more with Asteroth's song, leaving still-flickering flames behind.     Kyra stops suddenly as Asteroth brings her sword down in front of her, allowing her route to the others to be cut off instead of something more squishy and vital. She takes a few steps backwards, a hand digging underneath her hoodie as she reaches in and pulls out a very ornate-looking, large revolver. Something within the gun itself reeks with holy energy. "What, the peaceful way where I give up and let you guys open a portal to Hell here? I don't think so." She lifts the Luna's Resolve with her right hand to point at the flame-enwreathed demoness, firing off a shot from the weapon.     The soldiers circle up with their backs to each other, forming a tight ring to keep the demons from flanking their numbers or worse, back attacking them. They hold up...alright, but they're not invulnerable, claws clipping through armor, wounds sliced open. Ideally, Kyra would get herself to the middle of the circle to provide healing backup but Asteroth has put a stop to that, limiting the amount of time they'll be holding out against the demons before they need to retreat-or worse. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Kyra," Echo has the tone of a disappointed and furious mother in her voice when she chides the white mage from the air, idly flapping her wings to help clear some of the smoke and keep herself aloft and away from the fighting. "I had no idea you worked with /explosives!/" her tone immediately changed to that of disapproving to suddenly gleeful, clasping her hands together off to the side of her cheek as if she was overjoyed that the white mage girl could cause just so much destruction!      "Such potentiality for destruction... a pity it's being used instead by the union, hrm," Echo put a slender, 5-digited and red nailed hand to her chin, perhaps a plan was forming. With a snap of her fingers, Echo creates a giant phantasmic... big moogle? It's the size of an elephant, the sort with very squinty eyes and huge oversized features, stomping through and clearing a path towards Kyra, through the demons and union-men fighting. 

:'''{{#var:817|Asteroth (817)}} has posed:''' The demons scatter before the big moogle. I mean, its tromping through them, and demons are not really known for cohesion or bravery - unlike the human soldiers whom are also taking them down. The giant...thing is really the last straw, so they move apart in all directions like...well, like Imps are prone to do. Asteroth sighs, and tries to swipe in vein at the hero again. This is going downhill, fast. "The supplies have been destroyed!" she says, unnecessarily. "Retreat, demons! Over into the pit!" And, indeed, that does seem to unify them slightly, as they begin jumping over the edge, and into the bottomless pit. "You have not heard the last of us!" Asteroth vows, glancing at the Moogle and wondering what in the world it is doing, before diving over the edge herself, into the abyss. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "I'm a chemist!" Kyra declares proudly, "We run on explosives!!" She's not really sure how to handle the /approval/ of the bat sorceress, but errs on the side of accepting the compliment for now so she can focus on defending herself from the large, scary demon. First order of business was getting out of sword reach, which she does by backing up. This doesn't bring her any closer to hte contingent of soldiers.     But getting close doesn't seem to be much of a concern moments later when the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Moogle comes stomping in. The demons scatter and the soldiers scatter, one of the soldiers, who was evidently the leader, also calling for a retreat since they have effectively accomplished the mission. Turns out Kyra was NOT calling the shots here, being just a Union ally. She turns to see the giant moogle and...     ...immediately pulls out her mPhone to take a picture of it. Once that's out of the way, she too runs. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Damn item user," Echo sighs a bit, looking around at the various entities fighting. "It does no good to slug it out like this--those of you still remaining, if you follow me you should escape with your lives," Echo focuses and creates a spatial distortion behind her, which looked something like a rapidly blue-ish white whirlpool hanging in the air. She'd leave this open for the demons to fallback through along with her, if needed.      The ground shakes as the huge over-sized moogle stomps around, not actually stepping on anyone and smushing them to death but it does knock quite a few demons and humans out of it's way. It looks rather like a couple story tall plush moogle, but goddamn is it scary nonetheless. "Are we hoisted by our own petard here, Kyra-honey?" Echo snickers and flits around the white mage here and there, before teleporting behind her and reaching over to let something go--something small and airborne, which soon makes it's home inside the girl's moogle-themed hood without her noticing. (Possibly.) 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     The soldiers are /well/ on their way to retreating now, thank you very much! Though more will be sent in later to secure the area and prevent futher attempts to set up the waypoint. The last thing they want on their obituaries is 'crushed by giant plush moogle'.     "NUH UH!" Kyra fires back, probably lying, as she runs the hell away "I STILL THINK ITS ADORABLE!!" She's way too busy with her running to turn and look at Echo or whatever she might be sneaking into her hood. The gun is hastily slipped back into its holster as Kyra works to activate her Chocobo summon matrix. In a flash of green motes, the yellow-feathered bird appears.     Hastily, she leaps on it and kicks it forward, easily enabling her to flee the giant moogle. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah have fun with that," Echo laughs a little, retreating as well into the whirlpool distortion she had made to take herself and whatever demons wanted to come along with her out of the general vicinity. This is how the bat ran things like evacuations, you see. The giant moogle continues to plod along and follow Kyra for a time, before it gets bored, tired and retires into the depths of hell where it now works in accounting.      Echo on the other hand, has flown off into that whirlpool, which disappears after a short time. Meanwhile, montage of the CRAZY AND WHACKY ADVENTURES as Echo and the remaining demons raid a 7-11 for hotdogs and roadbeers, get drunk, have a pool-party and freeze frame, stop and print. 

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2495/Magic Card Tricks

2015-06-21T02:29:27Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The poorer section of Urbania somewhat reminded Ferham of a spot she'd been in not too long ago, in the Strait of Americas, or there abouts. Had it been Detroit? Somehow it looked like that but not quite as bad, somehow. There were quite a few rather rowdy and rough civilians out, she noticed--humans, really, to be more precise, not everyone was into the whole military thing. As she traipsed over the rooftops into the downtown area though she somehow questioned just how bad the place could get. Lots of drug dealing, pimps, and other assorted colorful things. As she descended to ground level however, heeled boots clicking against the pavement, she wondered if she might find who she was looking for down here, this would perhaps also give her some exposure to the kind of people living around here. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      The alleys hold quite a lot of interesting sights, some less acceptable than others. Whether or not it's what Ferham's actually looking for, there is, a few dozen feet away by the sound of it, a sizable gathering. It's not a roar or a block party by any means, but for an out-of-the way alley, there seems to be a goodly number of people assembled. At least seven different voices ring out. Rounding a corner, the men to whom the voices belong become visible, as does a flimsy folding table, a deck of cards, and Jimmy Wen. "Tough luck, man, tough luck. You wanna try again? You know you do--Red Queen's just another $20 away." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had briefly considered disguising herself, at least so as to not alarm the various shady types that had been loitering around the area of the alley. Undoubtedly her armor with it's daring crimson and pink accents was hard to miss. Still, she carried herself casually, her wings folded neatly behind her as she stepped into the alley, patiently making her way to the back of the crowd around the betting table. She sauntered calmly, hand on her hip, trying to come off as natural and unconcerned with those around her as possible. Course it might be more difficult to not get attention than she figured, as not every robot had gams like her's. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      Jimmy is in his element here--he was running cons long before he was ever a wizard. Three-Card Monte is a classic, but as they say, there's a sucker born every minute, and even an antiquated hustle like this one can still take the odd rube in. It looks like he's just shuffling cards and using the occasional sleight of hand to try and trip up the marks. What he's really doing is walking a tightrope. Two of the onlookers in particular seem to bet more and win more often than the others--but only just. Through the whole thing, Jimmy's talking. Cracking stupid jokes, making small talk with the marks, doing anything he can to keep his mouth running and to keep eyes on him. His head turns from player to player, watching all of them for any cues to pack it up--of course through this, he detects Ferham, but his showy grin never fades. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Mind if I try my luck, sir?" Ferham parts a few of the lowlifes on either side of her and stepped toward the betting tbale, boots clicking. Now more or less out in the open that female reploid would sort of be center of attention, one might think, even moreso than the slickster behind the table who'd been running the card game, making sure to stand just off to the side of it so she wasn't obscuring the entire view of Jimmy and his show. She'd wait till he was finished with whoever else first, of course, but now it was her turn. "What's the minimum bet? do you even cater to robots?" she leaned back a little, a hand on her hip with a wry smile on her features as she looked down. "I promise I won't cheat~" in a faux innocent tone. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "Don't mind at all, pretty lady! Step right up, find the Red Queen and buy yourself something nice. Minimum bet's twenty dollars, anyone can play, and anyone can win! You gentlemen want to step aside and let our lovely new friend give it a shot?" Jimmy takes Ferham's offer in stride, it seems, weaving her into the play. He waves the bystanders aside--one of whom seems to have lost interest in the con after a losing streak. "That's right, that's right, thank you very much. Appreciate it, appreciate it! Now..." Jimmy shuffles his deck of cards and produces the Queen of Hearts. "Simple enough--find this gentle woman of good temper and win double your bet!" He shuffles the other two cards into the deck, setting the Queen down. "What'll it be, miss?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Red Queen, hmm?" Ferham purred just a little, looking about to see if Wen had a credit chip or the like around to authorize such a small transaction to, before she took a crack at the game. She didn't usually keep physical money on her, she would joke that purse straps tended to get in the way of her wings. She stepped closer to the table after the losers cleared out and stood there poised just off to the side of it, likely giving a nice view to anyone who stuck around to watch. While Ferham could have simply watched his movements to track where the card was, she decided not to give Wen too much trouble with this little game of his and simply picked at random--selecting the middle card. Most people usually took the direction of their dominant hand when given a choice of left or right, though Ferham tended to use her left for her whip and most things she seemed to be deliberately random this time. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      There's unfortunately no credit chip or NFC reader nearby--the hexing effect'd fry it. However, there is an old cash register. "Credit transfer? No problem at all, gorgeous. Little street thaumaturgy can take care of that. Enter your bet on the register and hold the chip to it." Once that's done, Wen keeps his eyes on Ferham and shuffles the cards around in a standard spread. It'd be a little tricky for a beginner, but not /overly/ so. It's juuust within the realm of believability. He eventually stops, holding his hands flat against the table. "Good pick, good pick, right for the middle. Let's see what Fortune has in store for you, miss..." He flips over the chosen card, revealing the Jack of Diamonds. "Oh, too bad, too bad, Jack's in the house." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Huh," Ferham stood up again after she tapped a gloved finger down in front of her choice, raising an eyebrow, but her voice and expression soon return to something coy and soothing. "Ohh, looks like the Red Queen hasn't shown her face yet, can I get another go?" she kept that arched thin brow down at Wen, her smile becoming just a bit more predatory. Now she was going to actually put some effort into it, it would seem, though she didn't let that on just a bit yet. Time to predict within a %99.9 probability what the card was going to be, her posture becoming just a bit more confident with that hand on her hip, leaning off to one side and putting her weight on one leg. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "Course you can, course you can! Taking all bets, all day, that's me. Line 'em up and take another shot, folks! Anyone can play, anyone can win. Just give your charming host a bit to wet his whistle, huh? It's hot enough to fry an egg out here." This elicits a chuckle or two from his accomplices, and a smile from the unsuspecting mark who still hasn't wised up to the con. Jimmy shuffles all of the cards back into the deck and takes a water bottle full of red liquid out of a duffel bag.      Making a potion is easy. It's so easy, in fact, that a lot of wizards pass it off as kid stuff. The thing is, if you're better at thaumaturgy than evocation, you can make a brew with a hell of a punch and have it ready whenever you need it. There's value in that--no wizard likes to be caught with his pants down, and Jimmy knows when someone's reaching for his belt. That smile on Ferham's face is nothing but trouble. Maybe he likes that. But he can be trouble, too.          EARLIER TODAY      You need eight ingredients to make a potion. A liquid base, one ingredient for each of the five senses, one to engage the mind, and one to engage the spirit. Because it's a type of thaumaturgy, you also need preparation. That means a space to throw around his will, a few movements, a few symbolic links (covered with the whole 'ingredients' bit) and a power source--that'd be him. He's good like that.      He's got the ritual space covered, of course. Nice little Diagram of the Supreme Ultimate in the basement. Alchemy's a big part of Chinese mystical tradition, both internal and external, so he'd really be doing his teacher a disservice if he didn't at least pay it lip service. The vessel here is an old pot on a hot stove, filled with blue gatorade as a base.      It's going to be a potion of visibility, a potion which makes /him/ undoubtedly the most important thing in the room. Great for stealth! For visibility, he's going to need a few things. First, he starts the ritual movements... some dated dancing from a bygone era. For Sight, a disco ball dangles above the pot, shining its multitudinous rays into the Gatorade.      Nothing's hotter than a lit match, so Touch is thusly represented. It sizzles as he drops it into the mix. Grapefruit, the most annoyingly present of all fruit flavors, steps up to bat for Taste. The unmistakable aroma of Turpentine for smell. A fake gold medal bearing the number 1 for Spirit--when you're the winner, all eyes are on you. For Mind, a picture of the most visible man in the free world: the President of the United States. Sound needs a representative too.      As Jimmy continues to pour his Will into the mixture, he turns the record player on and adds the final ingredient: Sound.      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0xVLGssnwU      NOW      Jimmy throws the empty container aside and grins. "Who's ready to play?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The strange red liquid that Jimmy takes a hit off of isn't lost on Ferham, a little tendril of worry slipping into her gut. That is, her gut feeling, though she did have a little something in her chest to take care of that process. While she had been attempting to perfectly track the card this time as he shuffled, there was something odd--those green eyes of hers were brought back up to Jimmy and those sunglasses, thus distracting her from what he was doing with the cards themselves. Blinking a little, she tore her gaze back to the cards, trying to recall just what movements he'd been making to try and find that particular card. She gnawed her red lower lip for just a moment as there was some uncertainty there now, but she was still quite sure she had the right one.      "Alright, the Red Queen is... on the right," she finally composed herself and uttered gently, her deep feminine voice coming out like a purr, that of a winner? 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      Whatever Jimmy's hands are doing, it's inconsequential. He's just... here. So very, very, here. His smile seems like it's the essence of confidence, his sunglasses seem to reflect the entire world. His every word seems to have weight to it, the smell of his mid-tempo cologne seems like the memory of an old friend. He is /supposed/ to be here. A momentary distraction is all that's needed.      "Pretty lady says it's on the right! What about you three gentlemen? What'll it be, what'll it be? Choices, choices, decisions, decisions! Spoiled for choice, am I right, or am I right?" The two guys in on the con and the one remaining mark make their choices. "Middle, left, and left? Well, how about that, we have two winners! Sorry for your luck, lady and gentleman!" Jimmy reaches into a locked box and pays out the two guys in on the con.      The mark appears to have finally caught wise. "Hey, hold on a minute."      "Now, now, let's not be a poor sport, huh? I understand it's frustrating to lose, but you're not totally out of luck."      "This game is bullshit. I want my money back, or I'm calling the cops."      "Unfortunately, we've got to pack up right now, but I am prepared to offer you a fabulous consolation prize. Feast your eyes, sir, on this lovely little piece of electronics--ap, ap, I said /this/ one." He grins at his joke, and produces a box depicting a car stereo, continuing to talk and gesticulate. "One, read it, one, brand new stereo for the automobile in your life, free of charge, as a goodwill gesture and thank-you for your business today."      The verbal juke completely throws the mark off, possibly working in tandem with the potion. Without even opening the box, he takes it and grumbles, walking off. Jimmy watches him leave, as do the remaining two 'players.' 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham frowned a little, unsure of how she had gotten that wrong, her expression sort of a mixture of surprise and disappointment, there's even a ghost of what might have been a pout on her lips. "What the...?" she stepped back, allowing the wizard to begin packing up his stuff, and waited till the men had departed. "That was something you did earlier, right? when you drank that stuff?" Ferham sidled closer to the asian magician and raising a brow at him, perhaps having failed at determining the winning card but not at all the evidence she had seen.      "Are these two men with you, hmm? I don't mind losing the money, but I'd hate it if you were exposed as being some kind of griffter, or the like, Mr. Wen," a black polymer clawed glove soon reached over to cup the asian man's cheek, turning those aviators toward her, or trying to. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      There's something a bit strange going on. Before the two other men leave, Jimmy is careful to give them their cut--and it comes entirely from the register. /His/ on the other hand, comes entirely from a little lockbox. He pockets the bills after counting them satisfiedly. "And thank /you/ gentlemen for your cooperation. Don't spend it all in one place!"      Once they're gone, he responds to Ferham's inquiries. "I'd hate that, too. Maybe there's some kind of arrangement we can come to, Ferham?" He smiles at her behind those aviators, a lopsided, confident thing. "Oh, and... go ahead and check your credit chit. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." The moment she does, she'll find that the money never left the device in the first place. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Pausing for a moment, Ferham blinked and both brows lifted. "Oh, I see--you were snaring me as part of your ploy, how kind of you," she wouldn't menace him physically that much, removing her gloved hand from his cheek and stepping back to give him more personal space. "Well I had been looking for you for a few things, but I suppose we could come to some form of agreement," she nodded a little with a smile. "Is this your day job? Somehow I'd think someone with your... skills could put them to better use elsewhere," he of course knew that Fer was something of a covert agent type at times, and she had brought him strange objects to appraise at times. It was elementary to presume she sometimes knicked impressively rare or arcane things.      "That is if you'd be willing to go above these card tricks, I know danger isn't for everyone," she smiled a little, teasing him. She was leaving out that she'd just seen him at Yoda's arrival the other day, of course. 

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''      "Well, I've gotta have spending money somehow. White Council money is nice, but it doesn't pay the bills, y'know?" He almost seems... disappointed by the end of that brief physical contact. "At least, it doesn't suit my expensive tastes." He grins, and gestures to his blazer. "I was an urban entrepeneur for years--way before I ever became a wizard. It's only natural I should keep up, but..."      "What can I say? Danger just seems to find me." He shoves his hands in his pockets and smirks at the robot. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, if you'd like to get into something more high profile, let me know, I almost feel bad for you having to ply your trade on the streets here as a card dealer," she was using mainly neutral language, not wanting to say anything incriminating lest they were being recorded, perhaps. "Very charming, though I don't usually consider myself dangerous," she stepped closer to him, her face hovering mere inches from his. "Unless you want me to be," she kept herself there for a few moments, before finally stepping back, her tone and demeanor becoming suddenly business-like again.      "Well, I left you with my new number, so you can let me know what you think," she nodded, before giving him a little wink and would turn to scoot. 

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2234/A fox in the lab

2015-05-14T19:38:52Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The last rays of evening sunlight spill through the windows on the west side of the lab, and on the east side it's already darkening. The interior lights have already flicked on to keep the rooms in use bright, while those not occupied remain dark. While the city no longer suffers from an energy crisis, every watt is spent as wisely as possible.     Though many of the workers have gone home - and Ferham may have passed some of them on her way in - there are still a few techs hard at work at their stations. Taro has remained as well, holopen in hand, his full attention on the latest schematic that the holotable is rendering for him. Some sort of military vehicle, from the looks of it. Not a Ride Armor per se, but something that looks to be intended to be a multi-legged one-person attack craft of some kind. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There seems to be stillness all in all, not much sign of anyone having come to visit except for the sound of the lift activating and rising to Taro's laboratory. However, if he checks on camera feeds or visually inspects the area it appears the lift was sent up without an occupant? Was it malfunctioning? Odd.      Of course, the reploid scientist might be just a bit surprised when something brushes against his sides and stomach as what look like black clad arms and hands resembling a cross between a fox's and a human's suddenly curl around from behind him, sort of giving him a 'hug' out of nowhere.      "Oh hey, you're looking better," it's Ferham's voice, though she sounds like she's being a bit playful, clearly playing a bit of a prank on Taro in her fox-like trance armor. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Had Taro been paying greater attention, he may have noticed the lack of occupants in the lift. However, right now he is entirely caught up in his work and paying scant attention to the security feeds. How much armor mass will the frame hold, would it be better to use the lighter but more expensive ceramipolymer laminate, or the denser ceramiplast plating? Calculations are made...     ...and then arms out of seemingly nowhere move to embrace him. He tenses at the unexpected touch, regardless of the friendly intent, his lips curling back in a half-snarl as he moves to break free.     A moment and her spoken sentence later, and he realizes who it is. The angry glare he was about to deliver lessens to one of irritation. "Ferham. I see the armor is working as expected." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There is what sounds like a muted giggle from somewhere behind Taro, though it doesn't exactly sound like Fer's voice, either. "Sorry, Trance just likes to play tricks like that," Ferham shrugged a little, and had half-broken the embrace when Taro seemed to get startled, or aggrivated--but returns to a bit of a close snugness between them after. "It's got a built-in instinct to do things like that, disguise itself, play tricks, you know, I think Wily followed the 'kitsune' thing a bit too well, or maybe he just gets obsessed with certain concepts?" she shrugged, the fur ruff around her chest soft as she sort of snuggled up behind him.      "Now that you're back at peak efficiency, what have you been working on? is it classified?" she said the last word as if it was super secret or the like, her voice drawing to a whisper as her lips hovered about one of his ears. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "I see." Startled, annoyed, though his face returns to is usual slightly dour mask. "I'd suggest not sneaking up on me like that again."     He begins to pull away again, ostensibly so that he can reach forward and flick his hand just above the holotable's surface. This pivots the incomplete image so that it's facing them in profile. "Yes, and no. Certainly I would not want our enemies to see this before I send one out for field testing. That would ruin the surprise and skew the results." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Shouldn't be so afraid, it's not like I'd ever hurt you," Ferham uttered, sounding sincere as if the idea made her a bit emotional. She let him pull away from her, stepping alongside him, her three tails however remained entangled around his waist and legs, nevertheless. "You don't need to worry about that, foxes are secretive creatures, remember?" she gestured to the white fur ruff around her front, one of the ears of her mask twitching ever so slightly.      "I promise not to try and sneak up on you again, though... I am rather glad you're back in one piece," and she smiled because clearly she didn't mean it simply figuratively, Taro had literally been in two at one point before. "Oh, and I've recovered fine, as you can see." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "It's not necessarily you that I'm afraid of." Taro cannot seem to fully elude Ferham, and so (for now) accepts being snared by her/Trance's tritails. "It's nice to see that you've recovered as well, and that you and your support unit are so compatible."     He'll turn a bit, if so allowed, and sweep a hand at his work in progress. "Working with Zarenna on developing a new line of shinki has given me some other ideas...the ride armors could benefit from some of the same miniturazation techniques I've learned, to offer greater firepower and protection. What do you think?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It's kind of a symbiotic relationship, really. Trance is limited to what form she's in physically without her holograms, and she likes being able to explore while coupled with me," Ferham smiled a little. "Obviously they also like to play tricks when they can, that's a given," thankfully, those long fluffy tri-tails aren't grasping Taro that snugly, so he's able to move more or less freely. Well, mostly.      "Ooh, new line of our adorable and miniaturized shinki friends?" Fer seems curious about this, blinking. "So... ride armor for shinki? going to make them little attack platforms?" she seems to be glowing with the grin she has. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     The corners of Taro's lips twitch upward ever so slightly. A hint of a smile is about the closest he comes to that expression. "I've already built a shinki-sized ride armor. Fuki has one for field testing." He turns to face Ferham, and with another negligent flick of his hand, the image shifts. This time, a reference scale is included, marking it abot three and a half meters in height. "No, this is meant for androids and reploids of about our sizes. Perhaps another model for organics, later on. Once I've learned all I can from this design and improve upon it." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Aww, you have to show it to me! ...Well, sometime, if you'd like," Ferham could hardly contain her girlish glee as Taro confirmed the shinki-sized ride armors. "Ahh, Fuki. I hope the test goes well," she's still grinning when Taro turns to face her. "Ohh, I see... hmm, it looks interesting, sort of like some kind of invertebrate--shellfish?" she studies the diagram of his.      "I take it's for all-terrain or underwater transportation?" it perhaps reminds her of some of the amphibious mecha vehicles the maverick hunters had used. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     There is an echo of 21XX design in it, in fact. It's one of the many worlds and times from which he's studied and drawn from when designing his own machines, incorporating nearly seamlessly a number of ideas into one creation.     "Does it?" Taro turns back to the work in progress, and as he regards it, his hand tucks under his chin in thought. "Perhaps it does at that." Then, to answer her last question, "All-terrain in harsh environments. CyberGoddess knows how many parts of the multiverse qualify as that, outside the city walls included." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "It reminds me of an amphibious APC, more or less, but the way the cockpit is positioned it seems more like an overland combat vehicle?" Ferham rubbed her chin just a tad, peering at it. "Ahh, I see, well, one could say my overall design is sort of that, really, except I also fly," she shrugged, Trance's hologram system making a pair of angel wings appear phantasmically behind her for a brief instant, at least until Ferham noticed. The fembot gave an amused frown, and soon they were disappearing. "Well, not in this form, anyway," she nodded.      "Oh right, there is a lot of arid desert and scrubland around here, forgot about that. Something like this would probably handle the sand well," she'd find something to lean on, disentangling her tails from the manbot. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro makes a quiet amused sound at Trance's antics. "I've seen your other armor." Which while winged, isn't quite that angelic. "Flight is useful, yes, for those of us who are designed for it. But there are others who are not, and a full on sandstorm is no place to fly."     Free at last. He does not move far, though perhaps just out of the reach of those tails as he walks around the table. "Incidentally, I'd recommend asking Fuki for a demonstration of the shinki ride armor, rather than my showing you images. It is one thing to see, another to experience."     Another thought comes to him, and he turns to look back at her. "Is Trance compatible with your other armor set, or can she only accompany you as a companion?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "True, though I could go above it, if I needed to," Fer shrugged, peering back up at the other reploid. "I see, I'll do that, and no, well, it's more of a merging and reconfiguring of my base armor when Trance is with me, otherwise she stays in subspace or can move about alongside me--but I don't like to take her into combat situations like that," she shook ehr head.      "The trade off I cannot fly freely when I'm like this, because the mass for my wings is removed, but I can still use my gravity system as a sling-shot to move around," she doesn't seem too intent on snaring the poor Taro with her tails again, yet. "I tend to rely on her holographic systems and my weapons like this." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro arches a brow at the explanation. "Hm. I would think..." He catches himself, and shakes his head. "No, that would be an unfair comparison. Orbit was designed with combat in mind, and Trance is not. Her considerable talents lie elsewhere." Another vague hint of a smile. "The two of you do seem to get on very well. It's a good match." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Not combat, but she has several useful applications, such as stealth, deception... and well, I handle the combat aspect of operation," Ferham winked to Taro, giving him a wry smile. "She has her own mind, but so far we've been able to make it a... fulfilling work relationship, more or less," she folded her arms over her chest.      "Well then, it is getting a bit late, shall we perhaps go out for coffee or tea or the like one of these afternoons? I can't help but think you want to get back to your work." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "You did catch me in the middle of an idea," Taro acknowledges, sounding not quite apologetic while also not sounding too irritated by her interruption. Aside from the stolen hug. "I know of an excellent teahouse elsewhere in the tower. Perhaps next week, if your schedule allows?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ah, that would probably be why you seemed so ticked off with me interrupting you, I'm sorry," Ferham nodded, placing a hand against her mask and making sure the visor was in place. "Well then, I'll see myself out, and we can speak later, stay safe," Ferham bent her knees--the black boots that ran from shin-downward from her reddish furred legs bent as she bowed her knees and took off with a bit of a leap, the tri-tails following along behind her as she managed a fairly quick pace back to the elevator. Much more agile in that form, it seemed. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     It was perhaps not the full reason, but it was in part. Reardless, he accepts the apology with a nod. "You as well, Ferham, Trance." he says as the joined pair make their way out. They'll settle on a time for tea later, of course.     But for now...where was he? Ah, yes. He picks up his holopen again and resumes drawing... 

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2134/Taro, Resident M.D

2015-05-01T15:16:13Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham has been brought in a few days ago, and while the immediate major damage to her body and lack of energy has been dealt with, she seems to be still a bit... well, out of it. She's laying on a Reploid recharge bed in her black undersuit, a few wires snaking out here and there from around her body. Her helmet is off and that black hair of hers is pooled around her head. Though there is still the smell of ozone and maybe even a little burnt hair at that. She doesn't... look like a burn victim, good thing synthetic skin is easy to heal and replace. No Freddy Krueger look going on here. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     This is one of those cases which calls for an expert. And he -is- the greatest living roboticist that his world has ever produced.     Taro reads through Ferham's medical chart on his way to the bedside, a blue-purple glimmer of one of his cyber-elves fluttering along beside him. His expression is a touch darker than usual, brow more deeply furrowed. "They really should have called for me sooner," he mutters.     But that attitude is (mostly, not entirely) checked at the door as he arrives. Short steps lead him to the bedside monitors, which he appraises before turning to check on the reploid herself. "Ferham," he says quietly, calmly. "Are you awake?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There is a gentle stirring as Ferham blinks a little and her arms and legs shift, as if she's making sure they're still attached and work. "Oh, hey there, father... I think I failed us at that... rookery zone," her voice sounds a little hoarse, as if she hasn't had water in a long time. Perhaps immolation does that to one. She tries to sit up a bit, raising her head a little, her hair however didn't look singed, thankfully. "I'm a mess, unfortunately. Was worse when I came in," she shook her head a little, before putting it back down. "Turns out dragons have really powerful jaws," she winced as she flexed her left arm a bit, that part was one of the most severe areas, having been apparently bitten by huge, strong teeth. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     As she tries to sit up, Taro moves to set a gentle if firm hand on her shoulder in an attempt to prevent her from rising farther. "You should lie still. Moving will only aggrevate your injuries."     Provided she doesn't try to actually get up or out of bed, he'll move back, if only to take off his gloves and tuck them through his belt. "So long as you gave as good as you got, then it was worth it, hm?" He watches as she tries to move her arm, then glances at the monitor again. "Do you have any particular attachment to this shell of yours? It may be simpler to replace the arm than to repair it." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Ow... you're right," Ferham winced again, settling back against the recharge bed like she was becoming inert, like a crash dummy, almost. "To this shell? that's... my arm, are you talking about replacing my body? I'm... high performance," Ferham looks just a little distressed about this, nodding. "You should have seen the other guy... that's what they say, right? Yes, I gave it my all," she sighed a bit, leaning back against the bed, looking over. "I might have to have some parts replaced, but I'm not an automobile, I can't just swap out huge parts of me," though she made it sound like it was something she was not okay with, rather than impossible. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Not your entire body," Taro clarifies as he shakes his head. "Your core systems are intact and what damage those have taken are easily repairable. Just your arm." He personally seems to be unbothered by the idea of merely replacing it, though he doesn't seem to be deaf to her tone of voice. "Though if you'd rather I repair it, I will, even if it will take longer." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Maybe... maybe I'd have you do that, if you have time," Ferham sighed a little, her green eyes rolling about as she looks around the room, looking a little uncomfortable. Or maybe embarrassed. "I am just half ashamed at having dropped the ball and lost the area, and half at being made so helpless like this," she groaned. "I guess the whole non-violent approach didn't work out for me, this time... I gave them several chances to disengage, but... organics seemed to be impassioned for things like this," she shrugged. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Dragons, or at least many of them, have a tendency to feel emotions deeply," Taro observes, "and that can be a driving force for their objectives. Not to mention proud. To have disengaged may simply have not been an option in your opponent's opinion."     Taro turns away from her to begin rifling through cabinets, finding tools to supplement the ones on his belt and setting them on a tray. "Myrrh," he calls to the 'elf that's still fluttering about, "I'll be sending a list of components to the stores. Those which they can't provide I'll need fabricated. Go find one of out other priests and set them to that task, would you?"     'Of course, Em Taro!' the 'elf warbles. 'Be right back!' And it zips away on the errand.     The tray is picked up, only to be set on a rolling table, which is wheeled to her bedside. "You may be in for a long night," he warns. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Uhn.. so I noticed," Ferham shrugged a little, making a face at the discomfort from moving her arm the wrong way. "Well, I made an attempt, I suppose that's what the responsible thing might have been," she nodded a little. Her head snapped over as the manbot goes about rifling through his tools and setting them down. "Looks like you have good enough assistants," Fer teased Taro just a little, watching him confer with his cyber elf companion. "In for a long night? Pfft, if only," she shook her head a little, clearly facetiously there, leaning her head back. "How have things in the church been?" she nodded to him. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro then rolls over a chair to match the table, sits down, then adjusts till he finds the level to his liking. "Myrrh and the other cyber-elves think highly of me, even if they don't think as much of my titles," he says with a hint of amusement. Once he's settled, he moves to gently yet firmly stretch out Ferham's injured arm flat and slightly away from her body so that he can work. While waiting on the replacements, he can tend to disassembling and removing the damaged parts. "The Church is..." He makes an almost amused sound, "Well. There's been some debate about one of the finer points of the CyberGoddess' teachings, but I will not bore you with that. Overall, it's small but steady, and our work continues. I've seen a few new faces in the temple during services, along with the regularly devout." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, new converts, eh? That's good," Ferham said idly, turning her face away from the arm and where he was working on it. She didn't seem to want to examine the finer points of her body being opened up like that. It was a little unsightly for her to look at or think about, apparently. "Any new modeling careers being started?" she apparently was referencing the one member of his congregation she had suggested get into it. She vaguely remembered the blue haired Reploid girl. "You seem to have a hnack for attracting those sorts," she teased him just a little again, due to that little excursion he'd taken on her head that one time. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro is not offended by Ferham turning away as he works. While compared to organics there is a certain 'neatness' to machine physiology, there is a certain understandable squamishness to watching one's own repairs. Still, if she hasn't turned off her sensors in that arm, she may notice he has a deft hand. Only the exact amount of pressure needed to cut or to unplug and no more.     "Model...? Ah, that. No, Vicar Acacia is more likely to rework the design of any clothes you send her than to be photographed in them. I think she was flattered, though, once she got over her initial surprise at your suggestion." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I wasn't sending her any clothes, those are expensive, and besides... I like to think I'm more reserved than that," Ferham smiled, indeed having turned off her pain receptors in that limb. She still winced here and there when she felt the tension of what he was doing over there, still able to feel when he pressed or moved her around. Sort of like when a dentist's patient can still feel things in a base sense rather with fine things. "Ah yes, that was her name. Cute one she was, some potential there," she said cooley, her chest rising and falling as Taro worked. "What's the prognosis, doctor? am I to be fieldstripped for spare parts?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Quick, efficient, accentuated at times by the drop of a broken connector or actuator dropped into another tray for later recycling. "I meant that as theoretical example, Ferham. I didn't honestly suspect you or anyone else had been sending her any clothes. Except possibly Central Laundry." Humor delivered in deadpan form. He lapses into silence for a moment as he teases out the mangled servo that was keeping her arm from flexing properly. "I think you will survive, and be fit for either of your careers once your repairs are complete. I'm assuming you yourself are still keeping a hand in the modeling business?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Her eyelids twitched as did the corner of her mouth as the broken parts were removed and tossed into the tray. This was almost like the dentist's, in osme way. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, work has just been alright, since my time out patrolling has been a little light, I suspect I will need to make up a bit of that when I am repaired," Fer replied, shifting her legs about to see if her legs and knees were still flexible. "Least those are still working, so my modeling career isn't dead in the water. I am told my legs are one of my best qualities," she rolled her eyes. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Mm. Well, I'll let the experts in fashion to be the judge of such matters." Taro does a bit more checking to ensure that no damage has been overlooked, that all is to his satisfaction. A few suspect clips and a scre are removed because they just might be suspect.     He's finished just in time for the replacements to arrive. A human...well, no, cyborg in a cassock of a lighter shade than Taro arrives with a rolling cart with the needed compoenents, on which Myrrh has hitched a ride. One is deferential, one less so. "Your delivery, your Eminence." 'See, everything you needed, Em Taro!'     The elecronic fairy then alights, to land at the corner of the 'bed' where Ferham can see her. 'Are you feeling better?' 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Good thing I'm in very capable hands, many sets of them," Ferham smiled a little as she noticed Taro and his subordinate handling her replacement bits, peering at the cyberelf when it lands at the corner of her recharge bed. "Yes, I am, thank you," she replies swiftly, peering at the interesting looking being before looking back to Taro. "Thank you again for this, Taro.. I didn't want to part with one of my original limbs just yet," she grimaced just a tad before her face softened, peering up at the ceiling. "I think I might power myself down a little till you're done, as fun as this, just give me a signal, okay?" she asked, reaching over to squeeze one of his hands. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Ah. That explains the attachment. "Of course." Whether that's to the thanks or to her plans isn't entirely clear, though he does continue with, "I'll wake you once I've finished and it's safe to reactivate."     He'll fall silent then, letting Ferham rest while replaces that which he had removed. It will take some time still, but the results will be worth the wait - one fully functional arm, as good as if not better than before it had been mauled. 

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2096/You're a wizard, Alberto!

2015-04-26T13:01:32Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The strait of the Americas held many different versions of various citiies from the North American region, the problem was finding which one sometimes. It could be difficult of course, with so many of them, and from differing time periods. It had only been a few weeks since Ferham had run into Drifter around here, she realized. It felt like just yesterday somehow, though she had become more mindful of where she landed this time, at least. At least this area was a decently inhabited area, one could grab a bite to eat or a drink here easily enough. 

:'''{{#var:746|Alberto Guardeira (746)}} has posed:'''     Alberto, in the meanwhile, was still on his 'tourist' trip. Well, it was more getting familiar with some places in the multiverse than actual sightseeing, but the process was the same.     It was on the middle of his visit to this place that he felt like stopping for a moment and taking a rest, probably some refreshments as well. After all, after a stop where he had to help dealing with a group of bandits, he figured it would be better to play safe in this strange (for him) new world. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      There is a click of what sounds like heels, it would appear that Alberto has a visitor. Or someone has found him. "What's your destination, stranger?" there is a deep, feminine voice, sultry, almost. A pair of red heeled boots stop finally near Alberto, and standing there is Ferham. She's just sort of peering down a thim, a gloved hand on her hip, with her wings sliding back behind her. She's clearly some kind of robotic lady, or maybe just a woman in some kind of suit? It's difficult to tell. Her green eyes give him a once over, dark lashes batting lightly. 

:'''{{#var:746|Alberto Guardeira (746)}} has posed:'''     The mage turned his head to regard this newcomer. The sight... well, the sight had him blinking twice, in case his eyesight was failing for whatever reason. Yup, wings. And a very, very risqu� toilette, at least to his sensibilities. Still, he refrains from making any comments on it, opting to reply to her question.     "My destination? I'm not sure of it either, but for now, all I'm looking for is for some rest before I resume my journey."     And yet, his mind cannot help but be reminded of his last trip to Paris. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The clicking of her heeled boots stopped as she sidled up there beside him, just kinda peering down at him with a hand on her hip, sort of regarding him with a raised brow. "You're not lost are you? do you need directions?" she paused, her right hand hanging down at her side, lightly. "I'd hope not, this can be an easy place to get lost in," she nodded, her legs moving again as she stepped around where he was sitting, or standing.      "Is there... something wrong? you seem to be staring," she smirked a little. 

:'''{{#var:746|Alberto Guardeira (746)}} has posed:'''     "I might not have a set destination, but I know where I tread." he smiles. After all, he is going where his feet take him. "I would appreciate if you could be so kind as to tell me where I could find some place with good food, though." well, she did look like she knew this place well.     Her last question took a little longer to answer, though. "No, I was just... surprised at your choice of clothing. I'm still not used to how fashion differs from place to place in the Multiverse." he admits. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Cuisine? or are you looking for a store?" Ferham looked around, back and forth, some mist that had apparently turned into condensation from wherever she had just been dripped off one of the fins of her helmet. "I can't say I live around here, but it also depends entirely on your tastes, too," she shrugged. "Speaking of tastes, this isn't exactly formal attire, it's my personal armor, I need this to fly," she turned and would fall in along side him, careful not to knock him over with those broad wings of her's. She'd lean up against the side of a building, or bench, if there was one present.      "You seem like you're from somewhere... rustic, I guess you've never seen a robot woman before, eh?" 

:'''{{#var:746|Alberto Guardeira (746)}} has posed:'''     He nods. "Armor? That puts things into perspective," he scratches his chin, comparing what he has seen, "and yes, neither technology nor magic have reached the point of creating sentience. Golems are probably the closest thing, and those are very basic constructs." He sounds very interested by this particular turn of events, his scholar side finding an exciting new mystery to study.... later.     His eyes narrow in thought as he tries to decide on what to do, his shoulder leaning against a streetlight. "I guess a proper restaurant would be nice, to take time to properly appreciate the food."     That, and the fact that those thrice-forsaken Twinkies should be banned by the Geneva Conventions! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Huh, bet you never saw a golem with legs like these, eh Rincewind?" Ferham seems to be surprised that the man is suddenly speaking about magic, and the like, perhaps assuming he himself is a practitioner. Still, she seems rather cocky, for a machine. "I might be able to direct you to a place that isn't serving vermin or expired food, if you'd like?" she gestured with a gloved hand, to no where in particular. "Course, we might have to go airborne, you're not afraid of heights... are you?" she looked down at him. She must have really thought he had the 'wizardly' look to him, what with that beard, and all. 

:'''{{#var:746|Alberto Guardeira (746)}} has posed:'''     Alberto tilts his head, puzzzled by the Rincewind reference. Still, he got the general gist of her comment. "No madam, I can't say I ever had the pleasure." Hey, he was just dedicated to his occupation, not a celibate priest. And human or machine, he could appreciate good curves when he saw them.     "As for the place to eat, I would appreciate that very much, and regarding the flight part..." he trailed off with a smirk, even as he straightened himself and started floating a few centimeters off the ground, "... shouldn't be a problem at all." The lady might be an amazing product of technology, but he had some tricks up his sleeve himself. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Understandable, I take it they don't have people like me where you come from," Ferham smiled a bit, nodding her head. She stepped back as she saw him begin to levitate, or float--she hadn't expected that. Her eyes widened a fair bit. "I guess can do this too, I'll have to show you a few tricks of mine sometime then," she nodded with a smile.      Stepping away, her wings swung out to either side of her, like the fixed wings of an aircraft, almost--except well, these seemed to be able to rotate about on the joints on her back.      "I wonder, do you like sushi?" she called, her knees flexing as she vaulted into the air, and kept on going. 

:'''{{#var:746|Alberto Guardeira (746)}} has posed:'''     "Sushi, I am familiar with. Lead the way, then!" he said, as he willed himself to fly after the robot, which, he just realized, he still doesn't know the name. He raised an eyebrow in annoyance, he probably got too distracted by the blatant display of armor, of all things. Oh, and cutting edge technology. Not his fault she seems to be interesting, he reckons. 

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2040/Girltalk for Villainesses

2015-04-18T12:40:56Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' With Sanary having a rough time, what better thing to do that to grab two close to her and have a proper girl's night in? Yari has invited Ferham and Sanary over to her quarters on the Citadel. While she's sure that the Legatus would allow them aboard the Dreadnaught, it's best to keep such visits official! So her quarters it is. The Citadel is often a more convenient base for a scout Centurion and spy, and so it's about as decorated as the one back home. Wall scrolls written in Doman, all spouting Garlean propaganda, a few framed poems and paintings, a rather decadently equipped kitchen, and a nice bed and living room rounds out her quarters. Oddly enough, if one spies the bedroom, there's a number of lava lamps, it's warm, and the bed itself is...round? Strange! The living room is a bit more normal: a big, black couch with enough room for two to stretch out, and three to generally lounge about in a pile of limbs. A plasma tv and magitek-player is in front of it, and a few side-tables with various drinks are carefully set about. When Yari comes to the door, she's dressed in a cotton blue shirt, some sweatpants, and slippers. Tonberry-shaped slippers complete with little fake knives. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Thinking too much rarely helps in Sanary's case. The more she thinks, the more she's reminded about things she'd rather not be reminded by. Hanging out with close friends is always a good way to get around that little problem, though, and she practically jumps on the invitation from Yari. Sure, there's still technically work to be done, but that's what the weekend is for!     And so, she shows up in (what else) her usual coat. Instead of her ratty old tunic or not-nearly-as-old-but-still-crappy tank top and sweatpants combo underneath it, though, she's wearing... A t-shirt and sweatpants! Plus, rubbery plastic slippers instead of the usual boots.     It's a soft t-shirt, at least. Very good for sleeping in.     "Hey, Yari. Thanks for having us over." She taps two fingers to her head in a lazy salute, already looking ready to collapse onto something or someone. "Ferham's coming too, yeah?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Since it's a girl's night 'in', (rather than out) Ferham has invited along with her a guest of her own, of sorts. As such, when she finally does appear, she's got a special friend of her's with her. She'd show up in the door not in her armor, but in a sort of fox-like full-body suit.      "Sorry it took me so long, I didn't have time to get an outfit together, so thought this might work," she shrugged and rested a hand on her hip, the garment she wore seeming to ripple and change into an appropriately fuzzy and warm-looking fox-themed onesie, with the fur ruff around the chest, and yes, three tails. "You'll have to excuse Trance, she has an... interesting sense of humor," she looked down. Yeah, the legs below the knees had turned into black socks.      "So, how are you two doing?" she'd try to snare the two girls in a group hug, if she could, with both arms. They had been through a bit, the three, after all. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Sanary's arrival and lazy salute is met with a sharp salute that's only missing a snap of heels. Mostly because tonberry slippers don't make snap noises. At least before Yari reaches out, a smile blossoms, and she squeezes Sanary's hand as she softens just a touch. There's still that ever-present tenseness of her body like any good over-working Garlean, but her features are nothing less than warm. "It's fine, Sanary. As long as you're comfortable...though we do need to get you a dress-down uniform if you visit the Dreadnought." And then Ferham! Yari leans aside, blinking, at the very fox-like Ferham. She can't help it. She laughs a little. "It's..." Pause. She /giggles/. "Very /you/, Ferham. Mmm? Trance?" Hugs! Yari returns the hugs with tail and arm respectively, her own tip tickling away at one of those fuzzy tails of Ferham. Squeeeeze! She grows more serious as she finally lets go, and motions the others in. She's pouring drinks: lemonade for Sanary, vodka for herself, and something that says 'Robo-cola' for FErham. "...Difficult times. The negotiations with Zeal ended poor for us. The Queen is willing to let the Unionites relocate the magic-less ones. Not that I necessarily disagree. But I'd rather they belong to us. Thankfully their general, Dalton, is a more open to negotiations. The Queen is insane. And matters close to home are...I fear we might have a second front opening." She'll tug the pair over to the couch as she distributes drinks. "How're you two? Oh, I had two movies: Historical Battles of Magitech-Earth-205799, or Space Wizard Cowboys." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Doesn't it look familiar to that night we busted out there? with the mobsters?" Ferham gestured to herself, showing off the foxy attire. "She's my support unit. I am kind of cheating at the moment due to not having an appropriate... slumber party outfit? is that what they'd call it?" the 'hamfer' (as Sanary has referred to as before, while drunk) steps out of the way, and walks around the girls, after having giving the other girls a big hug. She blinked, hearing Yari. "Dalton, queen? Oh, this is business currently, I take it?"      Fer's tails do tickle Yari's back, then moved to lean against the wall. "Those are recordings you wanted to watch tonight? Don't us girls watch romantic comedies or something on night's like this?" Fer folded her arms over her front, smirking a little, those red lips of hers curling upwards. "Maybe something riveting? what do you girls feel like?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary relaxes visibly at the small gesture, squeezing Yari's hand back lightly while shuffling about at the entrance. "Dress-down? I've got this, I've got stuff under this, a suit, a dress... Oh! I still got that police uniform from way back."     At least she's getting better with having options. Maybe not comfortable options, but still.     Turning to Ferham, the healer gives her the same lazy salute from before and practically falls into the hug. "Hey, Ferham. Trance is... Oh! Your clothes. Uh. Somehow." As confused as she sounds, she doesn't sound too worried about any of the details and just nuzzles the two/three during the hug. She even holds onto them for a bit longer than she normally would before letting go to step inside.     Taking a look around the inside of Yari's quarters, it's easy to tell that Sanary's quite intrigued by the look of the place. "Mm... Well, if the general's willing to work with us, then what if we try and get him more authority with that place? Maybe... Get rid of the Queen if that'll work out better?"     That sounded better in her head than it did coming out of her mouth.     Taking a seat, she practically melts onto the couch while balancing the cup on her chest near the chin. "I'm... Ah, you know. Just gotta not think about stuff for a while. What's a cow.. Boy?" She sounds just a little worried about that one. "I dont know much about any of these movie things, so I could go for whatever." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari blinks, and memory finally returns to her! She laughs. Perhaps one too many days out drinking! "All too well. Additional limbs are, of course, excellent for balance and hand-holds when infiltrating buildings!" Trust Yari to hyperfocus right now. "Yes, Queen Zeal of the Zeal Kingdom. A magitech fueled kingdom that draws its power from this supposed 'God' Lavos. Those with magic, called the Enlightened Ones, are using those without, called the Earthbound Ones, as slave labor to build an underwater fortress known as the Ocean Palace that will supposedly allow them to commune with this 'God'." Yari's disgust is written in her features. "I'm currently currying favor with the General and Queen, in the hopes of sabotaging the Union. Or failing that, to ensure the Earthbound ones are set free and their talents used for the Confederacy." Then she waves her hand. "But I'll have a report on all of that soon enough. Tonight, we relax." Ferham's comments on her movie choices has her pouting just a bit, tail drooping. "...They're educational." Someone isn't used to movies. But she pulls up Pay-Per-View, and looks to the two before sitting down. "What do you two like? I've only seen a few movies. Mostly documentaries." EEeek! Tickles! She wiggles, and curls up on the cough, protecting herself from horrid Ferham tails as she relaxes! "M...mercy! My tail is sensitive!" Then a glance to Sanary. Sigh. "I met like a real...nevermind, I'll get you fitted when I go to get mine repaired. WE'll have you a proper uniform like a real soldier yet, Sanary! It's important!" "That's certainly possible. The Queen is obsessed, and the General is both ambitious and far more reasonable." Hrrmn. Yari rubs her chin, and then grins! "I know!" Click! She picks out a movie, a little zombie-themed romantic-slash-horror-comedy film set in Earth-17922's England! "I saw this one a few weeks ago. It's interesting! The zombies look fake though." Then she's standing. "I can make some popcorn if you two are hungry." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "She merges with me as part an armor unit, yes, though right now she's having a little fun and mimicking a set of pajamas of sorts for me, since I didn't well, own any," Ferham sighed a little, shrugging. "She's also fairly playful, being a fox-like AI, so there is that," Fer smiles as she hugs the girls back, nuzzling back into the group up, before disentangling from them. The three tails billowing around behind Ferham noticably move on their own, so it's obvious this isn't just a set of pajamas, though it might look deceptively like it.      "That sounds... rather disturbing, I think I've heard a story about something like that before, something about old gods?" Fer frowned a little, her large expressive green eyes settling on Yari for the time being, before disentangling her tails from her too, not trying to tickle her too much more. Heck, Trance was probably doing that on her own, quite intelligent, she was. Leave it to Kitsune's to enjoy playing with people. "Popcorn? sure, what do you think, Sanary?" she sighed a little bit and leaned against the healer's shoulder, not seeming to mind the entertainment. "This is some... low tech prosthetics," she raised a brow, realizing what Yari said about the zombies in this movie. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Would be interesting having a tail. Or an extra hand, even." Sanary picks up the cup from her chest to take a sip from it, glancing around for a moment before pointing at it. "Hold this with one, eat with another, still have one free to... To. Uh. Wipe my mouth?" She shrugs, having trouble thinking up just what she could actually do with the extra hand.     One day.     Laughing softly at Yari's reaction to Ferham's reaction, she reaches over to give the former's tail a light poke before doing the same to the latter, comparing the texture and reactions of the tails from idle curiousity. "I heard there's some places that sell these... Belt things with fake tails on 'em that are supposed to be really sensitive. But how's that supposed to work if it's not actually part of someone?"     She lets the question linger while turning to stare at the screen, thoughts of tails and uniforms fluttering about in the healer's head while she pats Ferham's head lightly.     "You know... I don't think I've actually tried popcorn yet. If it's not too much work." The movie certainly seems to be drawing a good reaction from Sanary, although it's more of an amused expression rather than any sort of fear or shock. "These zombies are so... Weird looking. Probably easier than getting actual ones, though." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari smiles a little bit. "That's...odd. But useful. And I like their sense of humor. You look adorable." Yari's tail flicks in mischief! Poor Ferham isn't getting any respect! One of Ferham's fox-ears gets tweaked and petted before she's up! As those tails let go, she briefly hugs one! Inwardly, she's a little jealous. Her own tail is just scaley, but Ferham's is so soft and fluffy! Tail envy go! Yari sighs a touch. "And I doubt it'll end well." Ominously states, shivering a little. Which Sanary soon jolts her out of! Her tail wiggles in Sanary's hand, wrapping about. Despite being scaled, it's pretty smooth! "I've seen some of those things in Techno-Urbania. I'm not sure. My arm doesn't have pain sensors. Couldn't really say." She's then glancing to Ferham the robot expert here. Surely she'd know! "Heh heh, actor's pretty good though! I like the big lazy one. Reminds me of a few Eorzeans I encountered during my work." Burn. Then she's to her sanctuary, the kitchen! Grabbing a pan, oiling it up, and grabbing some kernels, she takes out the artisan salt and starts the heat on the riiight temperature. Soon enough, she starts to add butter and the right amount of salt, all concentration for a bit. Pop! Pop pop pop! The movie keeps playing! There's even a scene where the main characters walk out of a bar, completely oblivious to the zombies. It's that kind of movie. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary snickers lightly and reaches over to pet Ferham's tail again, wiggling the tips idly to keep her hands occupied. Or is it actually Trance? It's hard to tell sometimes. "Aah, both of your tails are fun. One's fuzzy, the other's cris.. py? No, that's not the word." She furrows her brow while switching back to Yari's tail, letting go to observe it as she heads into the kitchen.     Just what /is/ the word she's looking for? It's probably not too important either way. Taking another sip of her lemonade, the healer jerks up in her seat slightly at one of the few jump scares in the movie caused by (what else) a cat in the shadows!     "Is... Is that cat gonna be important later? They talked about foreshortening in class today and-" The popping from the kitchen makes the healer jump in her seat again, actually hopping onto her feet in alarm and grasping for the axe that's... Not actually attached to her side or anywhere. "You okay over there, Yari? Are we under attack?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      As Sanary sips her drink, one of the fluffy tails of Ferham's likely wind up hoisting the drink for her at some point too, just to see if the eye-patch girl notices. "Fake prosthetic tails? hrm... it might be fun for you, actually having a tail and having tactile and pain sense attached to it? ...not all it's cracked up to be," Fer is a little surprised at the head patting Sanary gives her, of course, likely confuses Trance a little too, since they're essentially sharing the same body at the moment. Both seem to allow it for now.      "Popcorn is nice, it's crunchy, salty, sort of like potato crisps, as the humans call them," Fer chided herself mentally. "Err, sorry, didn't mean to say that, I need to remember I'm not always around other synthetics..." she leans her cheek and head against the healer's shoulder still, watching the movie. Despite the movie's content...? Hanging out with these two like this was uniquely calming.      "So you haven't had any nightmares or been worried about that time with the mobsters, have you?" Fer murmured, more or less into Sanary's ear as she's so close to it, keeping her voice somewhat low. She was somewhat amused by the situation on screen right now, meanwhile Trance likely kept trying to fool San by hefting her drink for her from time to time. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari tilts her head slightly. "...Crispy." Pause. She looks down at her tail. Eep! More tail-pets! She seems slightly mollified at least. Leeeean! Yari looks at poor Sanary slightly oddly. Sigh. "Calm down, popcorn does that. The heat from the pan and oil causes the kernals to..." Pop pop! She rushes back in with ninja speed to save the popcorn from burning! After a minute or two, she walks back in with a big bowl of freshly made popcorn. She sits down, eventually just deciding to sprawl over the pair like some lazy lizard after downing whiskey and popcorn. Nomf! Sip! "The cat's just a running gag! Until later. I won't spoil it though." Eventually the cat saves the characters from a massive, tubby three-armed zombie! The team then defeats it with whiffle balls and pool cues. Yari just smiles. "...Having friends like you two is great. Thanks." One more lazy hug! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "... R-right. Okay. Not a. Right." Blushing brightly at looking rather silly from her alarmed state, Sanary settles back down quickly and slouches on the couch once more to provide Ferham with a convenient headrest! "Not liking the sound of the pain part. Maaaybe not a tail, then."     She doesn't notice the drink-snatching with her gaze focused on the screen, continuing to pet Ferham and Trance lightly. Even with the skin of her hand being as rough as it is, the actual petting is still quite gentle. The healer laughs at the Reploid's description and following apology, shaking her head lightly while resting her head against hers.     "It's fine, don't worry. Hell, none of us are really the same... Anything, anyway. " Laughing again, she lets out a relaxed sigh and raises her arms to give Yari extra room to snuggle in before using her as an arm rest. And more petting just for good measure! "Hell, I'm probably the weird one here since I don't have a tail at all."      She lets out a content sigh and reaches over to pick up a piece of popcorn, sniffing it lightly before popping it in her mouth. "... Huh. Feels weird, but I like it!" She meeps lightly at the lazy hug, chuckling a moment later before returning it.     "Same to you two. Thanks for having us over... I needed this." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The sound of the popcorn causes Ferham to startle just a little, before she realizes what it is and relaxes again, sinking/melding into Sanary's side again. There is a friendly pat against the girl's shoulder. "Yari... are you drinking /alcohol/ with that snack food?" Ferham sniffed at the air a little and looked over, at first her senses having been invited due to the smell of the popcorn. The lizard girl however is tugged into the girl couch.      "You clerics must work hard, your hand Sanary dear," she snickers a little, teasing the healer next to her, her other arm going around Yari's shoulders as well, linking them together. "I'm glad, by the way--that you guys haven't been bothered by that still, it was a rough time," she sighed a little, returning her gaze to the movie and trying some of the popcorn. Hrmph, Yari likely burned just a bit of it. Ninja girl she is, professional hostess she is not. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "It's good to be alert. But paranoia is just as dangerous, Sanary." Imparts the Centurion a bit of wisdom to the one-magi-eyed girl before resuming using the pair as a lounging spot. "Getting your tail stuck in a door is terrible." Mentions Yari on the prospect of the downsides of tails. She hugs hers momentarily! Petting makes Au Ra good arm rests apparently, as the woman is completely unfocused on the movie. She's already seen it, and honestly, the best relaxation is being with two dear friends. She soaks in the moment, tail flicking and giving little hisses as she's rubbed! Like having some sort of very docile pet lizard. "We're here for you, whenever you need, Sanary. Mmm. Should've had more companions back home." While she loves her fellow Garleans, she's never felt care for other people without the rigidity of military service. It forced distance. Here? She feels close. It's a wonderful, if odd, feeling. And then she's huggled by Ferham too. Truly, now is the night of comfort. "Mmm-hmm." She's already devoured one glass of whiskey! "Popcorn and whiskey is delicious." "I'm used to things like that. It's part of my job as a soldier. How about you? Are you holding up?" She glances at the both of them this time. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Wouldn't be Yari if she wasn't." Sanary lets out another laugh before raising an eyebrow at Ferham, glancing at her hand in confusion. "Huh? What about it? It's... Hand?" As if to demonstrate... Something, she picks up a few more pieces of popcorn and just shoves it into her mouth. She's definitely enjoying the popcorn, but controlling her consumption for the time being.     "Mrph... Honestly? I don't remember too much of it. I got shot by something, and then I was wearing this frilly pink thing that I still... Have in my closet. Also, lots of dead people." A normal person might lose their appetite thinking about that, but not Sanary! No, she just keeps going right on and eating more of that popcorn in the middle of that girl pile. She's definitely making herself comfortable in there, lounging against the two while keeping her eye glued to that movie.     "... I mean that I remember dead people! Not having them in my closet. That would be weird." A faint blush colors her cheeks again as she clears her throat, finishing the rest of the lemonade in her cup before eyeing the whiskey. "Can I get some of that? Don't think I'll be getting any reading done tonight, anyway. This is... This is nice." She sounds a little awkward at that last part, but in the good way where she's confortable enough to say it without trailing off or sputtering or even getting drunk! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I forgot you were seeming so reptilian lately, Yari," Ferham peered over after realizing her contact was causing the Au Ra to emit some... interesting hissing noises. "Yeah, that's what I mean, you don't want to get it trapped in a door, especially not a car door," Ferham reaches back temporarily and rubs one of those tails, perhaps having encountered such a horrible fate herself at some point. Ferham kicks her feet back and up and crosses her legs daintily, both her arms around the other girl's shoulders, likely providing her lap to seat the popcorn bowl on in between servings.      "Did you even put any salt or butter on that popcorn, Yari, or does it not agree with your Au Ra physiology?" she raises a thin brow at the lizard girl. "I see the booze does, so there's that," she blinked. "So, you don't remember too much of it either Sanary? My memories of it were... faulty at best," she looks a little embarrassed, likely not recalling much of that period at all. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "It's good for morale!" Protests Yari to the pair over her drinking. From how relaxed she is, that much must be right. Pause. "That happens more than you'd think. Though usually only during assassination missions. A bad sign, usually. Always check the closet." "The outfit might be useful for future missions, at least. After all, there /was/ that maid cafe." Sanary could have blended in perfectly! Reeach. Yari picks up the drink, and pours Sanary some whiskey, then puts the bottle to her own lips and chugs a good third of it. Her head pops up slightly at Ferham's comments! Her tail flicks, and there's this tiny little indignant hiss! "It's...it's not reptillian! These are traditional Au Ran noises of contentment." A swift nod! And then she's hissing again as she leans back down. She pats one of those poor tails in sympathy. "And then there was that time one of the Troopers had their tails stepped on by a Reaper armor. Poor thing couldn't walk straight for weeks and kept...chasing her damaged tail." "Light salt, an ounce of butter! That's what the recipe called for." She might have gotten it from a diety website. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Relaxing with the two is definitely doing wonders for Sanary, and she even snickers lightly at Ferham bringing up Yari's lizardy-ness. "I think it's cute. Then again... I did grow up kinda weird, too. Definitely never relaxed with any of the other people back home like this." There's a chuckle, although it's one of those vaugely distant chuckles rather than a regular amused one.     Thankfully, having these two around helps take her mind off that fairly quickly. Taking the cup of whiskey, she gives it a quick sniff and grimaces slightly. "Hope it doesn't taste like it smells... Mm. I wore a suit to that, actually." Taking a sip of the whiskey, she makes an odd noise and doesn't seem to enjoy the taste all that much, but she's got a good hold on that cup. "F-figured I'd fit in better with a suit than one of those... That outfit."     Is she blushing again? Yep. Luckily, there's a popcorn distraction! "Probably better that I don't remember what happened, anyway. I mean, I was wearing /that/ of all things." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, it came out well enough, if a little too... coked? overdone? is that what they call it?" she nodded. "I've come to understand the need for good... disguises, as well as alternate outfits, for different occasions," Ferham looked about a little self-consciously. "I just hate having to shop for dresses, I keep worrying I'm going to be wearing something inappropriate," Ferham shrugged, looking over at Sanary as she began to sip that whiskey. Uh oh. Good things didn't happen when Sanary got into the ethanol. Of course, it wasn't as heartening to realize that /Yari/ of all people was over there /chugging/ that stuff. Double Uh oh.      "Hey, I was running around looking like Jessica Rabbit at one point, I think you got off a little light there, ninja maid," Fer reached over and tweaked one of Sanary's ears ever so gentle, one of Fer's own foxy ones twitching just a bit. Yep, that was some compromising situation time for the two girls. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's Yari's turn to blush! "R..really?" Suddenly, there's a happy hiss from the woman! Her head and tail bobs just a little happily. Yup, that movie's all forgotten. Somehow, Sanary knows just how to cheer up lizards. She should've been a Beastmaster instead of a cleric. "You grew up strong, and interesting." Counters Yari, reaching up to ruffle Sanary's head! "Much better! Delicious, it burns the throat, and toughens the scales!" Then the Lizard just giggles a bit, a little buzzed. "I like the suit, and the outfit. You have to be diverse in covert operations, Sanary! We need to get you a proper bathing suit and camo outfit too." A grin over to Ferham. "...I think we all need to go shopping one day." That certainly couldn't end in disaster." Cue more booze chugging. When she puts down the bottle, her tongue is lolling out the corner of her mouth. Hiss. "Mmm...all about style and flattery...strappy black dresses, cute skirts, sundresses would look good on you and accentuate your features. A strapless one for when you need to be distracting." Mutters Yari. By now, she's curled up across the two, a happy-warm Au RA. "Mmm...shouldn't have walked away. Decrease time two minutes, double butter amount..." She's a perfectionist this one. The movie by now has the protagonist dealing with his undead mom, in one of the few serious moments of the film. It's actually quite sad. Yari's sobbing a little. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Is it? Hm.. Well, whichever way it's supposed to be, I like the crunchy parts." Sanary wiggles her finger to the bottom of the popcorn, fishing out one of the partially popped kernels before popping it into her mouth with a hard crunch. Is it bad for her teeth? Probably. But... Yeah.     "Guess I could go for some more disguises, though... Or regular clothes, even." She snickers lightly at the hair ruffling, looking a little wobbly herself despite not moving anywhere from her spot on the couch. "Aren't you supposed to be naked taking a bath, though? Sounds like a waste to wear a suit for that..."     "And who's this Jessica Rabbit? Is that someone else that wa-" The healer lets out an uncharacteristically timid squeak at the ear tweaking, squirming against Ferham and Yari in response. "I'm pretty sure Yari's more of a ninja, anyway... Flipping's hard. And.. I don't think I could pull off any o' those." She lets out a groggy yawn before leaning over against her companions on the couch, paying a bit closer attention to the movie at noticing Yari's sobs.     Sanary, however, just looks even more confused. "Wouldn't she.. Make more sense to go outside, then? Or unless.. Wait. Yeah. Wait. No..?" Yep. She's drunk. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Fer has to duck a little as Yari reaches over to pat Sanary, like leaning herself back a bit. She at least is glad the lizard girl is paying attention to her culinary arts. "I wasn't aware I had trouble being distracting normally," Ferham nodded a little, grinning as she reached over and gave Yari a little squeeze to her shoulder. "I wouldn't mind going shopping with you guys," she raised a brow at the movie now, realizing there was something heavy...ish going on. Call it her lack of having parents, but this was a little confusing for Ferham at first.      "Careful there, Sanary. You don't want to have to visit the dental technician they have on base," Fer apparently noticed that crunchy munchy noise coming from the healer's snacking. Course, who would want to visit a dentist, but nevermind the /confed/ Dentist? It would be a miracle if he wasn't suddenly asking one, 'is it safe?' or the like.      "It's a cartoon character, Sanary. I unfortunately lack the red hair to pull off the look exactly," she sighed a bit. "Long red strapless cocktail dress, heels, sorta like how I was dressed when we came to," she nodded. She however was quite pleased with the noise that Sanary made at the ear-tweak. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari turns over onto her stomach now, tail claiming whatever bits of laps aren't already covered by her. Thankfully Yari is thin, and so isn't very heavy at all. "Flipping and other maneuvers are just practice." Assures the ninja. Having full sight and being naturally light does help matters though. "Definitely shopping, then. It's a suit used for being in water, when you're swimming." Educates Yari to Sanary. Reeeach. FErham gets a poke on the nose suddenly! Silly drunk ninja girls! Then Yari audibly perks up. "I'll look forward to it! We'll find you something nice!" Finally the movie seems to wrap up, and Yari just goes back to laying over the pair. She doesn't look long for collapsing, but holds on to consciousness as she peers at the pair. "It's really good to have friends. I just hope we can all achieve our goals in the Confederacy." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "You, you have it easy. Just wear the right outfit, walk in... I gotta make noise if I wanna distract anyone." Sanary slumps slightly as she says that, running a hand through her hair and just tugging it out of that ponytail a moment later. Her hair is actually quite long without being bound up, reaching to mid-back. "That's better.. Aah. Going shopping would be fun. Get some now outfits, eat everything, maybe crack some thieves' necks and do flips on top of 'em...." 5TOne of these things is not like the others.     "Iiiit's fine. It makes the teeth stronger." It probably doesn't, but it makes the healer feel better. Besides, she can always heal it up later or something, right?     Maybe the alcohol really is starting to impair her judgment.     "Cartoon, eh? Well, I could probably see you two pullin' that look off. I could probably fit in better with a... The suit or somethin'." Yawning again, Sanary slumps against Ferham and Yari lightly while palming their heads softly.     "Reminds me... Besides gettin' stronger. You two got any.. Sutff you wanna do with the Fed?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham reached down with her arm that had been draped over Yari to make sure the popcorn bowl wasn't totally flipped over as suddenly, Yari's lizard tail was draped over half of it. It was almost like that scene in beetlejuice when snake!juice was zipping down under Catherine O'Hara. That tail was scaly, after all. Aaand there we go, drunk kunoichi. This party just went from a little light hang out to potentially hazardous to the health.      "Yeah, we should help Yari into bed, I think, she's pretty fargone," oh, lizard alcohol tolerances/metabolisms, they left a bit to be desired. "Well it's simple Sanary, you just make noise, that's your talent, you know, this one over here, well, she's more into combat," Ferham reached over and poked Yari's cheek sa little, lightly teasing her. "Me? Eh, it's difficult to explain. I'm comitted to working with the faction, and I also needed a benefactor, we top of the line Reploids aren't serviceable by parts out of a radio store, so," she shrugged. "It was a marriage of convenience sort of thing," Fer picked up the remote and relented, sitting back and letting the two girls swoon against her. She'd flip channels and likely start watching something discovery related. Animals were curious creatures. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari /definitely/ likes this plan. She mmm's enthusiastically at the whole idea. If there's something she can get behind, it's shopping, food, and killing horrible bandits. "Even better!" Far too enthusiastic with the thief and bandit murder, this ninja. There's probably some irony in there somewhere. Then she's nodding to SAnary. "A suit does look good on you. Makes you classy!" Siiiip. Delicious booze. Then she goes slightly serious. "What do I want? Simple. I want to make Hydaelyn strong enough to fight its enemies." She answers easily enough, given how sloshed she is. "And the Lord Legatus and the Emperor believes that the Confederacy can help. So far? They've been right." A good little soldier-spy-ninja, this one. Yari wiggles at the poke. Snort. Hiss. "Mmm...command, tactics, and infiltration. Sanary is an excellent medic and shock trooper." Comes Yari's sloshed reading of Sanary's capabilities. Her tail flicks as it's touched, and she's barely saved from tipping popcorn! That poke to the cheek has her hiss-giggling. Other than that? She's soon a snore-hissing lizard curled up with her two best friends. Right about now, she's one lucky hisser! 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:694|Wally West (694)}} has posed:''' Urbania is a busy place tonight. The city lights light up the sky and many people planning for their big April Fools surprises last minute. This means extra help is wanted to keep an eye on trouble, robbers, and other type issues. Someone hired to keep an eye on the streets is the speedster mercenary known as Drift. Who speeds up and down the streets in a blur of black and red streaks. His silver visor reflecting the world as it speeds by and he easily flips over a car, before landing on the ground and bolting across. As he runs, he checks the time and then skids to a halt right outside a dinner. He then slides right inside and sits at the bar, before smiling boyish at the waitress, "Hey there babe, do you mind a strange request? I'm getting pretty famished here and need to know if you guys can grill up like twenty hamburgers, ten hot dogs, make two, no, five chocolate milkshakes and some of those wonderful cinnamon buns." A few people give the speedster a very strange look at this request. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had been over this part of the Urbania sector, but right now she's getting some really /funky/ readings coming from the streets below. As she soared over the landscape from the heavens above, she dipped and dived down lower for a closer look, finally having triangulated the likely position of the strange phenomeon she had encountered. As a result, there is what looks like an armored valkyrie woman coming down right in the street outside the diner, metal wings sliding behind fabulously gorgeous female form, before she's blanketed in headlights.      Oh damn, Ferham must have been thinking, keep forgetting this tech level has those damn automobiles! 

:'''{{#var:694|Wally West (694)}} has posed:''' The waitress looked at Drift about then with a near deadpan look. "What?" He said with a helpless shrug, "I burn a ton of calories doing what I do you know?" Though that is when a strange shadow glides down and due to the vehicles outside casts a strange shadow over the figure that arrived. Drift narrows his eyes before his visor as he stares at the form, but given the headlights, the details are hard to make out. His first thought it was Hawkgirl coming to try and talk him to come back, but why would /she/ come out all this way? Hell-- why would /any/ of them come now? The speedster looks back at the Waitress, "Seriously, I will make it worth your while." The Waitress huffs and then walks off. It was hard to say if she was actually going to place that order or not, however Drift's interest was up one who was stalking outside the doors as his gazed moved back. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      The figure was definitely feminine, though the details were quite unlike Hawkgirl, bit too much armor, and those wings were solid, red and metallic, more mechanized and bereft of any feather patterns. There was that helmet too, quite a bit valkyrie-esque--but did Wonder Woman have any heroes exactly like that associated with her?      Right now however, the woman was illuminated heavily by those headlights coming from an oncoming semi-truck, which didn't look like it could stop safetly in time, the driver laying on the horn frantically.      Ferham, to her credit, had reflexes enough to turn and try to dive out of the way, though it didn't look clear if she had time to make it. This was a bout of carelessness that seemed to be costly. 

:'''{{#var:694|Wally West (694)}} has posed:''' Drift started to take notice that this woman was /no/ Hawkgirl or anyone he knew from he young days leading up to some events. Yet when the the horn lays on and those green eyes view out for the speedster it was obvious things were about to go very /very/ wrong. He was /not/ his mentor, he was /not/ Barry Allen, and while he may have tossed away every mantle, he still had that heart. Like slow motion for Drift, he moves across the distance, running outside and sliding out in front of Ferham, before spinning up his arms. In doing so he starts to generate a cyclone of air to rush right at the semi. The hope was to cushion it, forcefully slow it down and keep it from just-- flipping over as well. To the actual eye? Ferham would see that red and black blur and then suddenly a young man standing in front of her creating a cyclone of wind with his arms moving so quickly that they are impossible to differentiate the rotation speed. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham was fast, though she had no warning, and the light had confused her--as sudden bright light is wont to do, and she wasn't sure she was fast enough--      Thens uddenly, a red... cyclone? Something in front of her, suddenly buffeting the front of the semi-truck and causing it to skid to a stop, just inches away from the tips of the man's fingers. He'd be able to feel the heat generated from the engine from beyond the truck's massive grill.      Fer had stumbled, picking herself up from the rough asphault of the paved road and up on her knees.      "Who... who are you?" she asked, looking up at him from her hands and knees. Probably not the worst way to meet a lady. 

:'''{{#var:694|Wally West (694)}} has posed:''' Drift doesn't move nor does he flinch either when the Semi truck comes only inches from him. His black covered finger tips just inches from that grill he can feel the heat coming off of and while he stands there for a bit, he nearly lets out a sigh of relief. The people in the restaurant cheer from their sudden hiding behind their tables and more then likely that Waitress probably wont have any trouble making him that order this time. Though the sounds of cheers causes him to lower his head. Not in joy or embarrassment, but there is slight frown on his face. Though when Ferham speaks up, the young man turns to face her and puts on a smirk on his face. Her reflection in his silver mirror visor that hides his eyes. "Who am I?" He asks her back, before grinning and extending his hand out to her, "I'm Drift, but you can call me whatever you like babe." He says with that grin becoming a bit more playful. "You're lucky I was around or this may played out a bit differently and that would be a real shame." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Drift," Ferham muttered under her breath, picking herself up off the street from her hands and knees. She'd lend her gloved hand out, just in case he wanted to try and help her up, otherwise brushing herself off and getting back to her heeled boots. "I'm just glad you were here, I had been tracking a strange reading--something moving very fast, almost missed it, was that you?" she took it as this was a fine time to step out of the street and to the sidewalk, to relative safety.      "I'm Ferham, by the way, it's nice to meet you," she scanned him with her eyes again, looking over his costume. "Something tells me you're a metahuman, am I correct?" she put her left hand on her hip, looking him over with a bit of scrutiny. 

:'''{{#var:694|Wally West (694)}} has posed:''' Once Ferham moves her hand out, Drift makes sure to take hold with firm grasp and give her a lift up to her feet. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back slightly on his heels, though keeping at least enough balance on one foot to not topple over backwards. "Yep, that was probably me. I am one of the fastest alive and able to travel at mach speeds with ease." He says with some pride in his voice. "As for a Metahuman? Yeah I am." He tilts his head as he stands up fully and arms move to rest at his hips. "Though not by choice, but then again," he muses a bit before he continues, "Who is by choice, right?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Much faster than even me, a high-performance model, it appears," Ferham accepted the helping hand from Drift, getting herself up and safetly out of the way of anymore traffic. She blinked a little at his question, considering it. "Well, maybe some people choose things like this, powers, but I didn't choose to be made, so I think I know what you mean," she nodded, leaning back a little, eyes peering at the truck as it might have still been stopped. The poor driver, she briefly considers.      "Is he going to be okay? maybe he needs medical attention," she gestures with her chin, her own arms wrapping around herself, as if she might still be recovering from the shock of almost becoming a hood ornament. 

:'''{{#var:694|Wally West (694)}} has posed:''' Drift tilts his head as Ferham brings up the driver, "Huh? Oh yeah!" Oops! Somewhere in his grave, Barry Allen just face-palmed. The Speedster moves from where he was standing to the door and opening it carefully in all but a split second. If the door was jammed, he would just vibrate it off the hinges, while speaking to the drive. "Hey, you alright in there? Need me to take you a near by hospital or anything?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      As Drift moves toward the driver, she follows, curious. Her boots make a click-clack noise on the pavement that's suggestive of heels, well, because they were heeled. "He looks alright, he might just be in shock, lets help him and get his vehicle off the road, huh?" Ferham offers, gesturing to the large semi-truck and then looking back at Drift. "Funny, with an outfit like that you sure seem to be a nice guy, what's that mark? Shazam?" Ferham had apparently mulled over what she knew about costumed, tight-wearing superheroes in the short time the man had been distracted. "Look is a little dark, though," she winked. 

:'''{{#var:694|Wally West (694)}} has posed:''' Drift helps the man out and gives the guy a pat on the shoulder, including letting him no damage came to his rig and no one got hurt. Though to Ferham's remark he rolls his green eyes behind the visor and then stares at her, "Seriously?" "Shazam?" Drift shakes his head before he faces her fully and crosses his arms over his chest. "Its a lightning bolt which represents the ability to move at the streak of lightning and act as part of the Speed Force." The young man places up both of his hands there. "...and before you ask what is the Speed Force. It is a complicated deal and take far to long to explain." Drift then places his hands down. "And I guess I'm a nice guy, but in the end I'm a mercenary and who says mercs can't be nice guys right? We just do stuff for money instead of for free charity." He then jabs his thumb to the dinner, "They owe me dinner and besides," Drift then steps up a bit closer to Ferham, crossing his arms over his chest once more. "If I didn't act this once out of charity, a beautiful lady would have been street pizza." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Well, I didn't mean to be offensive," Ferham replies, her voice a deep but velvety mutter, shrugging a little. "Speed force, so you're... the Flash?" she asked, she then peered toward the driver's truck, noticing it was likely still idling there, in park. "I see, so a mercenary?" she asked, turning back to speak to Drift.      "I have to thank you for saving me, I do not think that would have killed me, but it would have been very... unpleasant," she bowed her head a little, then smiled. "And besides, compliments will get you lots of places with me," she winked at him again, then climbed half into the man's truck to pull it over to the curb. "There, should be good now, sorry for taking so much of your time. 

:'''{{#var:694|Wally West (694)}} has posed:''' Drift watches Ferham move the truck off the curb, something he maybe /could/ do, but wasn't going too. Mostly cause while he wasn't saying it out loud, his body was getting pretty famished. "Me? The Flash? Hahaha. No. I mean, there is a /ton/ of other Speedsters out there that use the Speed Force, some the so called good guys and others who are dirt scum." The Speedster then shakes his head slightly. "But nah, I'm no Flash, he is... he was... well... I suppose is be right depending on which world but... anyways... they are far better people then I am." He rubs the back of his neck slightly, "And like I said, my name is Drift and I'm not insulted at all. I mean, pff, this is a massive universe and all." The Speedster shrugs a little, "No worries about time, as I can easily make it up. I'm just waiting for my large order." He then gets a sheepish smile, "Curse of speed, you know? Your body just chews through whatever you give it." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "So... you're 'A' Flash? Or just someone with powers like him?" Ferham shrugged, she didn't seem too concerned with details or someone's life story, she did seem grateful that she had been saved however. She held out a hand for him to shake. "Well, I hope we can meet again soon, I think I may have interrupted your dinner experience," she pointed toward the diner.      "Alright, well I should be going now, I might be in need of your... special skills sometime in the future, stay safe," her wings slid out from her back and she seemed to lift up--her heeled feet hovering off the sidewalk for just a moment, giving him a little waggling finger wave and blowing him a kiss before she took off into the sky, the stars above twinkling like diamonds in black velvet. 

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1905/Batfight

2015-03-29T22:18:14Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      It's a bad scene. A quiet, pastoral looking small village in the countryside. It looks like it might be English, or maybe Irish, but not that rustic, either. It looks about last century, if compared to modern times, where the countryside and the beauty of it still hasn't left, despite the effects of industrialization and science.      That is of course before these poor people and their families were horribly mutilated and their village razed by some kind of maraurdering band of raiders. The smoke filled skies and smouldering, charred buildings do tend to put a bit of a cramp on the lovely scenery. It is in this state that Echo makes good on her proclamation of 'taking a walk', of course with her this is much more likely to mean 'fly' and as these lands were around her personal domicile the streaks of smoke rising up into the sky were likely not difficult to notice.      Red vinyl 6-inch stiletto pumps set down in a dirt road just outside of town, the rest of the bat following, the wide sleeves of her longsleeved but only thigh-length red gauzey dress billowing in the wind. The wind helped carry the smoke, and as the conical pink-lined ears of the bat perked up she noticed the deathly silence over the entire area.      To Echo, with her morbid sensibilities, the quiet was almost too serene and lovely to break by interfering, but it was the proper thing to do, she supposed.      "Rise," came a single command uttered from her red lips, snapping her fingers. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     For the bulk of the day, Kyra's attentions had been elsewhere, arranging for future employment and gigs at various clubs throughout the multiverse. It'd occupied a good deal of her attention too-excited that she may be able to spread her art in the future. Not too long ago, however, she received a report via the usual connections of a zombie infestation in a small town. Apparently the /entire/ population and been slaughtered and raised.     Kyra was quick to respond, her own skillset being very heavily slanted for dispatching the undead. While other monsters she would usually never engage without a party before her (at least not the stronger varieties that aren't normally encountered in everyday Galiandan life), undead were something Kyra could easily tackle on her own. Between her arsenal and her magic, she was set and ready to go!     It takes her time to arrive, the village being rather remote, but when she does show up she's already armed with her Galiandan-style gun in her hands. There's a shimmer of green energy around her, indicating that she's already laid some protective spells down upon her before arriving. "Ugh..." she murmurs, "IS THERE ANYONE WITH A PULSE HERE?!" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      There is at first nothing but the sound of the wind, to reply to Kyra. But then, after many moments, there is the noise of a bit of wood being scuttled aside--then what sounds like footsteps. The footsteps are heavy, plodding, and soon silhouettes begin to come into view--men, women... children, walking as if in a daze out of the smoke and the fog that seems to roll in from deeper into the village. Their pace is leisurely, as if Kyra's shout had woken them from a mid-afternoon nap, but as they begin to come closer she will notice they were likely not just sleeping.      Some sleepwalk, others stumble, some waddle on the stumps of legs they were left with, many raise their arms and stare from ruined eyes in her direction. And in the middle of it all comes Echo, walking with her legs close together from the heart of the throng of zombies, who seem very uninterested in her, despite that strut and the sway of her white-furred hips.      "Good evening, may you come freely and of your own free will, and leave some of the happiness you bring... which is so lacking in their own!" she gestured to the crowd of zombies, who stopped and paused at a simple gesture from her. She definitely had some kind of hold over them. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra has enough experience to not make the mistake of 'oh they're just sleepwalking' as the former townsfolk approach. She knows that sleepy shuffle and liesurely pace. These are basic zombies, she realizes, meaning that clean-up is going to be pretty easy. Just as long as she kept moving, she should be fine. Getting surrounded wasn't such a bad thing since she did have AoE at her disposal for mopping up foes.     Then she spots Echo. "...what? What the hell are you doing here?" Kyra asks in an incredulous tone, lifting her gun, ready to shoot the closest zombie when they stop. Her words bring a frown to her face. "Oh, so you did this to him. I see. Ugh. /No/."     Calmly, she shoots one of the zombies in the head. "There's no happiness in being a basic, easily-controlled zombie!" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      The zombie's head explodes like a watermelon with an M-80 stuck into it, collapsing back with a wet smack and clapping of joints as his legs and back buckled back under his own weight.      The spray comes quite near to Echo, who is quite surprised by this! "What are you talking about? He was in much worse state when I found him," the bat woman sounds a bit confused, surprised still, but her yellow eyes train themselves on Kyra, those white legs of hers moving as she comes closer.      "Do you have something against the pulse-challenged...? are you /life-ist/?" Echo narrows her eyes a bit as she saunters right up to arms reach of Kyra. Sure, she knew the white mage girl from before, but now she was mussing up her craft, and well, you might as well have insulted a girl's hair or her clothes at this rate! Echo was quite proud of her unnatural powers of necromancy. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Yep, definitely basic zombies. Kyra hasn't seen one's head pop like that since her early days of white mage training-the homeschool equivalent of first grade white mage classes. Weak undead like that rarely lasted much longer than a few hours after they were raised and really couldn't do much. "Being dead is not worse than being /undead/." Kyra scowls. "Yeah, I do have a thing against waving around dead bodies for fun and profit! You're the type of Necromancer that makes other Necromancers look bad on my world!"     She shoots another zombie, unitimidated by how close Echo is to her. "Also your zombies are /weak/." Uh oh.     Shots fired. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "I'm sure there are plenty who would disagree with you, you... Life-supremacist!" Echo's confusion and shock had soon turned into an annoyed frown and a narrowing of her yellow eyes. The other zombies look on with dull eyes as the next one goes splattering down, Kyra's gun apparently remarably effective on it. However, this does not make her immune to the sudden bat having a hissy-fit in her face!      The White mage's arsenal perhaps is a bit ill-prepared for the sudden tugging and grabbing at clothes, hair and light slapping and clawing that commences, of course, this is a mage hand to hand fight, and a feminine one at that, so there is much impotent yelling and clawing/tugging at one another, it's not very pretty, but likely something most men would pay to see very much for. Unfortunately, most of the men present here are dead, and missing parts of their eyes, craniums or other bits entirely. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "And there are plenty who agree with me! And want bodies to be returning to the earth instead of walking around smelling /up/ the place!" One of her hands drops away from her gun to point fiercely at Echo!     This, this right here is why Kyra tries to keep her fighting at range. She's a teenage girl and no kind of hand to hand fighter at ALL. Sure, hauling around the heavy-ass CURE-ALL was kind of starting to counter that a little but in hand to hand combat it's still weak mage flap fight mode. "HEY!" she yelps as Echo's suddenly on her, clawing and grabbing. Her hoodie is pulled upward, obscuring her head and blocking her vision.     Though unable to see, she can still feel, and grabs and flails back, using the gun as a blunt object, swinging it wildly. There are no misfires with this weapon since Kyra has to consciously supply MP to it for it to fire. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      Echo's red nails find the conveniently located top of Kyra's hooded sweatshirt and that moogle-themed fabric is soon pulled over her eyes, robbing her of her sight. The magic-fuelled weapon clocks against the side of Echo's head, bringing a few surprised, pained cries.      "Owww--ow! hey, stop that, you white magic using hussy!" Echo snarls a bit and there is a playful CHOMP on the dominant hand Kyra has around that gun of hers. Echo perhaps has the upper hand with those fangs, though despite her ability to draw blood there is none this time. Instead, there is more slapping and tearing at Kyra's shirt and such. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "HUSSY?!" Kyra yells, muffled from beneath her hoodie, "Did you seriously just say HUSSY? What old woman insult are you gonna use next, lady? You gonna call me a trollop? A gutter snipe?! A scofflaw! Hashtag oldasshit!!!"     Echo bites down on her wrist and Kyra suddenly recoils in horror, dropping her gun and pulling her hand away. "Don't you even start!" She shouts, grabbing for the bat's ears for a few moments before pulling away and whipping down the front zipper to her hoodie so she can actually see again. Of course, beneath that are her bandoliers and gear and, perhaps more importantly, two more guns.     Dropping low, she hurls herself head-first at Echo's stomach. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Aiieee!" Echo's screech, well, echoes through the night as those big white-furred conical ears of hers are tugged, causing her to yowl and double over as she tries to give them more slack as Kyra pulls on them, not wanting them to get yanked on understandably. Her hands scrabble and claw at the bandoliers and clothes Kyra might be wearing beneath that hoodie of hers, not trying to grab her guns, however.      And here is where the fact that such stiletto heels are not great to wrestle in, as the sudden tackle by Kyra right in her stomach has knocked the bat lady off-balance and set her careening back into the dirt and the grass, though not without her red nailed hands latch onto the white mage girl to bring her with her!      "Aieeeah! Grrr, leggo, holy concubine!" oh snap, now it's on. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     As Kyra had suspected, those big ears of Echo's were sensitive. She also wondered if Echo could do the echolocation thing like normal bats could...her name kind of suggested it. And if so then maybe the ears were even MORE sensitive! Mwahaha!     So the bandoliers are leather and fairly thick. Her straps to her holsters are also leather of some kind and durable. It's all top of the line adventuring gear meant to survive in the field. The undershirt beneath it, however, is kind of thin and easily torn, meant to be light because carrying all that gear makes a layer of HOT beneath her hoodie that needed to be offset somehow.     Dragged down with Echo, Kyra immediately starts grabbing for those ears again. "NO YOU!!!" Kyra retorts with all the elegance of a pissy teenager. To add insult to injury, she tries to rub Echo into the dirt since she has white fur and that's just a jerk move to pull. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      "Gaaaahh!" Echo is not happy her red dress and white fur is getting rubbed into that dirt, her red nails soon seeking out that white undershirt the white mage is wearing to pad the space between the bandoliers and her skin.      Riiiip~ Well, there goes the neighborhood, or rather, Kyra's undershirt. Echo's clawing hands nad nails are tearing that thing into long strips, shredding it more or less and leaving it falling away from the other girl's chest.      By this point Echo is grimacing in rage and trying to bring her legs up to try and latch onto Kyra to get some leverage from under her, her wings pressed painfully down beneath her back. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "HAH! See, you shouldn't have dragged me down with you!!" Kyra growls as she continues to rub dirt into her fir. "SEE?!" Of course, her clothes are getting pretty dirty too but she's actually used to that kind of thing happening. Medics rarely got away with not being dirty after a fight no matter how far back in the back row they were. Blood gets everywhere!     Kyra more or less doesn't really notice her shirt being shredded until the nails start to scrape against her skin, leaving agitated marks in their wake. "What the-HEY! My shirt! You bitch!" The furred legs latch around her torso, just beneath her arms, and Kyra flails, trying to wedge one of her arms under a leg so she can shove it away from her. "Get the hell off of me, bat!" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      Echo is not exactly the best choice for hand to hand combat, or heck, even wrestling, and especially not what's happening right now. Her legs are fairly strong, so there is some difficulty in just prising them away from Kyra's sides, however, Echo is distracted by the last shreds of the shirt coming away and bam--black silk bra under there.      "What the--oh my, you little tramp, look at this," she has to gesture with her chin at the surprising number Kyra had been hiding under that white undershrit of hers. "Looks like the white mage wasn't so innocent after all, eh honey?" she sneered, reaching up to give Kyra a pinch through the fabric with the thumbs and forefingers of both hands. Giving her both barrels, you might say. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra's face turns bright red in both embarassment and pure fury. "Hey, shut up!!" Kyra's hand suddenly stops trying to pry the leg away, slapping away Echo's hands as she reaches up to pinch. Moving quickly, she reaches behind her and pries one of Echo's heels off her feet. Angrily, she hurls the shoe at Echo's face.     In that moment of distraction, she ducks her head down and shifts her body sideways so she can slide out from between Echo's death grip with her legs.     "Screw you, grandma, and your reading into underwear colors too much! MAYBE I JUST WANT TO MATCH MY BOOTS, DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT? HUH?" Scrambling away, she goes looking for that gun she lost earlier. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      Echo likely wasn't expecting one of her own stilettos to be turned into a deadly projectile against her, and it is quite an incentive to cause the bat to duck her head and shield her face. It wasn't just that those shoes were italian and thus quite expensive, they could cause some damage if the pointy heel got close to one of her eyes. Now half-shod and with the white mage squirming out from under her, Echo is left scrambling around trying to tussle with Kyra for that gun, not wanting her to regain control of it.      "Black leather boots, no less, perfect for a little streetwalker like you--auuggh!" Echo is unable to finish most of that sentence due to grappling with Kyra, the two girls quite literally wrestling in the dirt now as the crowd of zombies just sort of look on.      Uncomfortably. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Streetwalker! Streetwalker, says the bat lady wearing nothing but a red lace doily!" Kyra hisses out, clawing her way over the ground awkwardly, spotting her discarded gun. "You are the last person EVAR to accuse other people of dressing up like ladies of the night seeing how you're, like, a LITERAL LADY OF THE NIGHT! A /nechomancer/, even!!!" She hacks out a cough as she tries to regain her breath before Echo more or less leaps on her back. "GAAAH!"     More flailing follows and she repeatedly jams her elbows backwards as she tries to eject the bat off her back. She even resorts to biting to try and get away, which might be shocking, but doesn't hurt all that much since she's lacking in the pointy teeth department. 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      Echo takes the elbows to her chest like a champ, giving a hearty 'oof!' as they contact her stomach. The biting however does surprise her, as she honestly didn't expect Kyra to do that.      "Owww hey!" she yelps, half latched onto Kyra's back and having nothing to hold onto--her fingers slip under that bra strap, getting bucked around on the angry white mage girl's back and using it like reigns, literally!      Of coruse, Echo is taking more blows to the chest, and despite what a champ she can be when determined she's going to come off soon, however it's going to be at the cost of that bra hasp as she isn't letting go! Whoops. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Sometimes sacrifices must be made...and if this was the sacrifice Kyra had to endure to get this crazy necromancer off her back (literally), then it is one she would GLADLY make. With a frustrated burst of speed, she pushes herself to her feet and flings Echo off of her, the back strap breaking in the process. Fortunately, the pair of thick bandoliers keep her decent-but still, she's pretty aware of the extent of damage to her outfit.     With one final scramble, she grabs her gun and whirls, holdig it with one hand while drawing the front flaps of her hoodie closed over her chest.     She stands there, breathing hard, red in the face. "You come at me again and I start busting out the holy magic!!" 

:'''{{#var:640|Echo (640)}} has posed:'''      However, by the time Kyra can swing around to bring that gun to bear on the bat, she's... gone? Even that high heeled shoe she'd wrenched off to hit her with is missing, the only thing that seemed to imply she was ever there was that crowd of zombified villagers. Who now, without Echo, were masterless. Uh oh.      Well, at least Kyra could say that she had this awful wardrobe malfunction while... fighting off this massive horde of undead. A little bit of a parting f**k you from the bat it would appear, though she seemed to expect the white mage to be able to handle herself. She was a big girl, she could handle those WEAK zombies all by her lonesome~ <3 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "...what the..." Kyra wheels around, looking about, looking up, trying to find that bat and having no luck whatsoever. Nothing left but the whole zombified town, it seems. Fortunately, yes, she could handle this all by her lonesome! White magic was pretty 'lethal' against undead and a bit of holy and healing spells has her mopping it up pretty quickly.     Plus shooting zombies in the head, of course. Can't forget /that/. It's messy business that leaves her pretty grimy afterwards. "Urrgh, I'll get that bat." 

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