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Post by TrueBlue© on Jun 8, 2009 18:38:12 GMT -5
*Big Room*
"There, see?" The Guardian smirked, but the smirk seemed hollow. "Social progress already."
Aspectus looked like he was biting back some biddy reproach, if only for their guests' sakes. "...No. It's just you."
*Lava River*
It blasted straight down the animal's wide open maw, quenching its red hot throat and turning it black as its tyrannosaur teeth. The unending roar shriveled into a shriek, and the rock beast bucked backwards, throwing its head wildly in pain. White fluid flowed from its orbs like dinosaur tears, and soon the shriek turned into pitiful honking, like a really big goose.
Pieces fell from its rapidly cooled neck and jaw, loosening the head, but it stayed attached by some invisible spine. Hurling its immense bulk away from Amelia, the monster loped on two legs toward the river of fire, dragging a tail easily three car lengths long and just as heavy behind it.
"The River God thirsts!" A human voice piped, ringing like a crystal glass.
Popping out from behind another rock formation that might have been another monster was a bedraggled woman, perhaps in her thirties, darkhaired, but blue-skinned and robed in a bright pink wrap. The words she shouted didn't match her lips, but they seemed to come from her. "Praaaaise Henna!"
"Henna is praised!" came another voice, this one from the rocks where the beast had just run from. It was a girl, perhaps in her teens, the same hue as her sister and wrapped tightly in a white linen dress, but adorned from head to toe in necklaces upon necklaces and bracelets upon bracelets. "Praaaise the Ice Queen, Master of the Mythos Element!"
And they stood there, arms upraised, waiting for Amelia to say something divine.
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Post by zandyne on Jun 9, 2009 23:36:26 GMT -5
*Big Room*
Whatever cohesive discussion there was to be had had truly fizzled out at this point, Gen hated to be the ice breaker, it hadn't turned out well the first time. She did it anyway, "So, what exactly are were trying to figure out here? Everything is so...ambiguous."
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Post by Beanybag on Jun 10, 2009 16:23:08 GMT -5
*Big Room*
He had wanted to express just exactly how unsexy this entire situation was to him right now when Terry made his last comment, but Aden was feeling less and less willing to make conversation. However, it was comforting for Gen, a familiar face, to reappear on the scene here.
"I think a few of these guards here were trying to get a sense of our 'abilities'," commented the very able empath, looking around the room, "of which I have none, I might add."
Aden thought about looking towards the Skull King to make sure he wouldn't reveal anything inconvenient. However, if he was going to lie to those who couldn't be lied to, he thought it would be best to do so completely. Hopefully, the Skull King would not try to use his limited knowledge of Aden's abilities to gain any leverage here, but Aden was prepared to deny that entirely.
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Post by zandyne on Jun 11, 2009 0:00:43 GMT -5
*Big Room*
"Hmph, good luck at that," he'd managed to utter and realize too late. "I'm more of the adviser type, physical prowess is so very unrefined." It was a nice recovery and the best lies were partial truths. Though if anyone asked he'd have an interesting time explaining why he was wearing a helmet that had a striking similarity to the skull of the deceased.
Gen looked worried at such a thing, she really had no strengths to actually offer anymore, except for..."Well I suppose being resistant to destruction could count as a power." She nervously added. She received a steely glare from the Skull King but he said nothing else to contradict or admonish her.
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Post by Ninmast on Jun 11, 2009 11:54:37 GMT -5
*Lava River*
"Um ... thank you ..." Amelia answered in confusion at their reaction and where they came out. "I hope I didn't hurt it too badly ... it really sounded like it was in pain ... But ... who's Henna?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jun 13, 2009 12:57:17 GMT -5
*Big Room*
Imagine that. All of these offworlders were just rattling off their powers, and this wasn't even a formal interrogation. Aspectus took advantage, looking each one in the eye as they spoke.
After each finished, his eyes lidded like he was nodding off. "I believe you were told not to lie to us."
"Oh, lighten up." Rush waved him off, her fingers glittering though they hadn't changed. "I could take everybody in here by myself. Let 'em have their little secrets."
*Lava Place*
"I'm Henna!" The younger one chirped, arching her arms overhead and pointing down at herself, long enough for Amelia to see. "And she's Opi! We're sisters."
"Don't be rude," chided the thirty-something. She smiled sweetly at Amelia and waved with just her fingers. "What's your name? It doesn't have to be Ice Queen if you don't like it."
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Post by Ninmast on Jun 13, 2009 19:13:58 GMT -5
"Oh, it's Amelia," she introduced herself. "I'm not a queen, though. I'm just a girl." It wasn't entirely a lie, or even intended to be one at all. All the attention was making her timid.
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Post by Beanybag on Jun 14, 2009 20:37:29 GMT -5
*Big Room* Conceit took the best of him and Aden mumbled, "You said not to bother lying to you, never said we couldn't try."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jun 24, 2009 11:52:06 GMT -5
"All girls are at least princesses," Henna chided, wagging her finger like Amelia ought to know better.
"That's a pretty name!" Opi beamed, then scowled, deep in thought. "But I don't know. Maybe your name should be Blanca. But it's your name, Blanca. It can be whatever you want."
"I liked the Queen of Mythos one better," the younger complained. It seemed the duo was friendly enough, even if they had a few screws loose. They were the only bipeds in sight, though the boring facility she saw earlier suggested the planet was otherwise inhabited, but it was gone in the toxic fog.
*Big Room*
The psychic settled a withering stare on Aden. Something about that kid was getting right under his skin. "Actually, they mean the same thing."
Rush kept rocking on her heels, batting her cat eyes at Terry. Lucubro cleared his throat, but that was all he did. For every awkward silence, it is said, a retarded baby is born, or a kitten is killed. And then one is instructed to think of the babies, or the kittens.
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Post by zandyne on Jun 25, 2009 21:03:58 GMT -5
Gen frowned at the tightening air and nudged the Skull King for something. He glanced at her, making no real motions to retaliate or meet her gaze, she waved her hands flimsily at the current situation. He pressed his thin fingers to his skull-helmet because he couldn't very well rub at his temples or forehead.
He spoke up after practicing his habit, "Pardon the bluntness and however hostile this will most likely sound, but what purpose does 'revealing' our abilities prove? Perhaps if you provided more incentive or more mutual exchange of information the others would be more willing to talk. I think it goes without saying that if you truly had the means to pry the information out of us so readily you would have done so already."
The Skull King quieted after conjuring up a lax ice-breaker. The conversation was already taxed and dead as it was, his talking had probably just added a few more kicks to the carcass and nothing more.
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Post by Ninmast on Jun 26, 2009 11:07:57 GMT -5
*Lava River*
"Amenia is the only name I've known, to be honest," the girl told the well-meaning kooks shyly. "But so long as I know you're referring to me, I don't mind what you call me. Where are we?"
*Big Room*
Terry caught Rush's gaze and grinned. "So, it seems like Mr. Psychic can handle things here. I don't suppose your people have soda shops?"
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Post by Toriji on Jun 26, 2009 15:21:11 GMT -5
*Somewhere?*
A pitch black pool formed on the ground, and seemed to stir with some sort of sentient life. As it started to convulse and grow in diameter a seemingly human hand lurched forth for it. Immediately it began clawing at the dirt around the puddle, as if it were afraid of falling back in to the inky dark. Another hand shot forth to assist the first, and they scratched in unison to haul themselves and the body they were attached to up to the surface.
Minutes later, a mutated bone demon pulled himself from the teleportation that almost claimed him. His pants were now tattered shorts, and everything else he was wearing was torn and tattered as well. He looked down in dismay at his ruined clothing. The strangers had thrown off his calculations. They had caused him to injure himself and he had to retreat, but in his injured state, his teleport Ninpo had backfire somewhat. "Wait," He looked up from his clothes. "Where the hell am I?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jun 26, 2009 20:49:26 GMT -5
Aspectus' frown relaxed at the Skull King's question. "We didn't ask you to reveal anything. You just kept talking and did it, yourself. In all honesty, you're only sitting here because we can't do anything else with you until Commander gets here."
"Well," Rush interrupted in a hurry, "I'm gonna take this guy to the kitchen and find out what soda is." Presumably, "this guy" was Terry, and the psychic just stared at him, then back to Rush. "Maybe he needs soda to survive and could die without it," she was quick to spit, practically accusing Aspectus of murder. "What then?"
"Oh, go, for all I care." Defended he. "I wasn't gonna say no."
The Delta Guardian grabbed Terry's now-human arm and dragged him through the door they'd come in, and Lucubro cleared his throat again.
*Lava Place*
"Maybe Penelope?" Henna offered airily.
"You're in Big Trouble land!" Opi waved her arms, her pink sleeves billowing around the thin limbs. "But the Guardians call it 'Base.'"
"We're not supposed to be over here," the impish Henna winked.
"But we followed the River God!" Opi waved her flagish arms in the direction the beast went. "And hid while he slept, in rapturous awe at his mighty form!"
"And what a mighty form it was!"
"And then Queen Amelia Blanca Penelope appeared and told him it was time to awaken, and to drink life!"
"That's you!" Chimed Henna.
"Come, Queen Amelia Blanca Penelope! We must tell sister Lusina!"
Henna had moved around the boulder, jingling with all her necklaces and bracelets and grabbed Amelia by the arm. "Come with us! We have tea from Hell!"
*Medieval England*
All around him were trees, green with moss and grown up to hide the sun. Dead leaves still clung to his fingers where he had clawed at the dirt for a hold, and not a soul was in sight, except off to his left.
The little girl's lower lip trembled. She was a dwarf of some kind, and just a child, with wild black hair that had twigs and burrs caught up in it, and wood colored clothing that hadn't seen a wash in weeks. But then she opened her mouth and wailed.
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Post by Toriji on Jun 26, 2009 21:05:16 GMT -5
*England*
"Shhhh, Little One." He kneeled down to her immediately after wrapping himself in a more appropriate illusion. He kept the same general look, but took away the tentacles, crystal, and changed his snowy hair to a soft brown. He hoped she would chalk the original image up to childly imagination of something of the like. "There is no need to fear. I won't harm you."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 1, 2009 11:43:56 GMT -5
The little dwarf jumped back from the Bone Demon, clapping her hands to her mouth and cutting off the squeal, fear shining in her green eyes. The girl stayed there, staring silently at Cadaervec, but then she whipped around and ran into the trees, screaming again.
"Moooonsterrr!" He heard her call, fading as she escaped.
*Base - The Kitchen*
Terry was probably lost by the time they reached it, Rush had pulled him through so many dizzying halls that were black and white, and white and black, and then white and black striped vertical, and then black and white striped horizontal, and all that was kept to just the ceilings and floors, and the walls were wholly without detail.
The kitchen was a neutral gray like them, but both the floor and ceiling were flat white. It was a short tunnel, one cafeteria table forming a thin strip of black down the center, guarded on either side by gray machines that hemmed and hawed, not really humming,
To these Rush went up, releasing Terry's arm to pull down a little metal door that let one peek inside a machine. There were at least twenty of the things, but she only looked in that one. "What does soda look like?"
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