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The earth rumbled. The ground shook and the dust flew into the air. An energy—white and merciless—phased over the land holding the dust static and suspended against gravity. Its brilliance was accompanied by a shrill whine, one you could even feel uncomfortable hearing from the other side of the world. It soaked through the paths the streets of the city. Following the hexagonal grid of it. The light intensified and the dust, suspended, shook. Soon more than just the dust was shaking. It saturated the buildings. Anything not held down floated up with the energy of the white light. It shrilled louder still. Foundations quivered in anticipation. The shrill turning to throb, one you could feel in your bones. The throb got faster and faster until it mashed into one coherent sound. Then it hit. The pulse struck through the atmosphere scything through the sky and nearly incinerating the air itself. The buildings tore themselves apart, dying from the inside out. Their roots severed. Roads erupted as the water flash boiled in its pipes and smashed out of the ground. The destruction stretched over the whole city, laying everything to waste. With the destruction of the city Fiiel, Haniin is set upon by the Selvourilis…
* * * BackGround The Selvourilis have pounded through the galaxies for what could be an eternity. They take over civilisations and cannibalise the planets themselves to use them as their transport from system to system. Whole populations fleeing before them, unable to stop them We were blissfully unaware of them. Carefully minding our own simple wars. Fighting till we were blue in the face. Haniin was a quiet planet that was unfortunate to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Selvourilis stumbled upon an anomaly in space. A whole stolen planet havocked with Selvourilis fell through it to no more than half a light year away from Haniin. Haniin was about to be come ground zero. The Civilians started to panic first. They started to flee on the first transports out. Paying with anything they could muster. It wasn’t long until the mercenaries started moving their business elsewhere. It was the corporations that started pulling out next, until everyone was in a state of fleeing they hadn’t really even started though and it wasn’t until the destruction of Fiiel that the military started to help moving everyone and leaving themselves. This is what is happening right now Fiiel has just been destroyed. You: the lovely characters What you know: Location: Haniin – the planet is extremely similar to earth only slightly less gravity (0.9g). limited population. Close knit and compact into the cities. Poulation count: 2000 millionDestruction: You know that Fiiel has just been destroyed. You don’t know what else has been destroyed (there has been more destruction all across the planet) Common belief is that they will come to the city Exclasar next Public broadcasts say that there has been no contact with the assailant planet. You character Basically the idea was that you can be any one, anything. I was hoping that you could all bring your own imagination to this thread to add to my own. Ideas I had though are: -
I’d like the standard age appearance and history as for race, how I see it is that the majority is human, but there are a mishmash of other races (including Human grown subspecies) around. Please be as imaginative as you like with the histories. What I want is stuff that I can integrate into the story. Any thing you put in your history is truth basically and I will attempt to add it seamlessly into my dreamed up world. (Think about the fact that the buildings are grown. Think Philip k, Dick) Also if there is anything else about the world you would like to know just ask. There will be more posts soon, while you are adding your characters, hopefully they won’t deteriorate like this one has. Sorry about that, I’m tired… :D |
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Name: Bravin Terrosso Valden
Race: Human offshoot - Haniin decent Gender: Male Age: 57 Hair: White Eye Colour: Dark Blue Height: 6'8 Other Characteristics:
Father: Terrosso Vendir Valden Mother: Egedheln Histarta Siblings: - Spouse: - Children: - History: Born in Exclasar, Bravin has lived his entire life on Haniin and devoted it to the martial arts. He has trained and taught at the Jujudin Academy in Fiiel since the age of 7. It was on the eve of his 50th year at the acedemy when the Selvourilis attacked Fiiel. The academy masters and warriors fought a brave rearguard for the populace still attempting to escape the doomed city. Ultimately all but 6 of the acedemies 29 members had fallen by the time the convoy reached Exclasar. Bravin and the remenants of the academy have set up their abode in a unwanted building in the fringes of Exclasar. Unwanted because of the multitude of extra rooms growing in it, several in the middle of existing ones. Only three of the academies short range fighter crafts escaped, Bravin and two other members were the only members able to reach the dock in time. In their retreat the three fighters saved several hundred civilians but eventually they were forced to retreat to Exclasar and join the rest of the survivors. |
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(ooc: Bravin (Nakarti) good! not going to start gming yet, wait till more ppl move forward and take up the challenge)
The Jujudin Academy was one of the few academies whose members stayed behind to help fend of the pre-wave attack. All the others left at the first sign of danger; to them Fiiel was dead at the first sign of attack. This is what they faced… * * * * * * * * * * * * Article 9.14.534 News Broadcast 18.543.23a A man—ordinary enough, no different than any other—just so happened to be in the building that the first one hit, and surprisingly live to spread the tale. News of the alien coming had found him, and terrified him. Sending him far in to the maze of the building to a point where he was lost. He was crouched foetal and distraught when it hit. The room screamed for a second as the ceiling was burnt through. The mans terror was turned, for a moment, to shock. It was tiny—the burning fire ball—and hovering just above the floor. Its fire when out with a suck, and it floated, a glistening metal orb. In front of the man, it started to transform. Legs sprouted from its underside, I say legs meaning two ungainly sticks, kinked in three places. A spine—cold and bristling with spines—grew out of the back as the orb dripped down into a more organic shape. The arms slunk out from the side almost reaching the floor before splitting in two to form four. At least the digits they formed at their ends were normal, three and a thumb, if that’s normal. The head pulled itself out of the chest, slinking to the upright. It solidified and lost all the shininess it had. It was hideous. A form of a gaunt gargoyle, lacking only wings. Its head was the worst, mean and sharp, and just a gaping hole for a mouth. Then the man saw it spasm and glow, like in a fit of rage before walking through the wall. How this man escapes slaughter, we will never know, as—regrettably—the man died shortly after retelling this part of his tale… Writen by John Wes Would you like to know more? * * * * * * * * * * * News Broadcast 18.543.24k – Written form of damaged pict transmission. [Crackling picture fades in to] Screaming. People running. The picture tilts sideways as the pict source is righted. Screen shudders. Building in picture right grows out into the road, bulging and malformed. Road runs away from source round building to the right. A man [close to the pict source] is gunned down. Alien comes through the new part of the building. Gun blazing. More screams. Pict source tracks round following the alien. Weapon fired from alien hits. [Image white out. Lasts 0 minutes 6 seconds with slow regeneration] Pict source tracks to search for alien. More screaming. The view flicks round to see alien pulverise human. Shrieks of pain. Alien stops. Glows and then hangs still. Light filters around the base of the buildings. Reaches the pict source. [Pict source rises and tilts slightly.] [Pict source starts shaking and vibrating. A shrill noise blanks all others. View still on the non-moving alien. Screen shakes and brakes.] [Bright pulse from the sky hits. To see the alien brake apart before the pict source shorts out.] —Transmission ends— Would you like to know more? |
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we only got one person thats wants to be in this?
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I'm in. Need to think about my character though.
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I'll take part in this. Just gotta do some thinking...
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i only reli got time for one rp at a time so i go straight to it when i find one that doesnt involve long character making + equiptment choosing
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Name: Staeus Alrek Wolfe
Race: Genetically altered human Gender: Male Age: 34 Hair: Black Eye Colour: Dark red Height: 5'10" Other Characteristics:
Father: None Mother: None Siblings: Omicron 16 [Failed experiment] Spouse: None Children: None History: [Will edit later with history data, currently very little time left in my Lunch break. ^__^;] |
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have there been survivors from other planets that could've possibly escaped... succesfully?
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hope htat answers your q, if not pm me (or messenger :P you have got me in amongst your contacts) Kal'rek |
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like ****, i do. blastin' :p
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Name: 7DeltaPi
Race: Experimental AI Gender: Unisex Age: 2yrs 4mo 1week 6days 12hrs ... Hair: He lives in cyber space, he has what ever hair he feels like Eye Colour: He lives in cyber space, he has what ever eye color he feels like Height: He lives in cyber space, he has what ever height he feels like Other Characteristics: He is in a supper computer at OmniTech reginoal laboratry Birthplace: Exclasar, OmniTech Regonail Lab Father: None he recognizes Mother: None he recognizes Siblings: None Spouse: None Children: None History: 7DeltaPi is one of the first true AIs to come into being. He was activated a little over two years ago. Since then he has mostly been doing testing as to his capablites. To the scinetist and enigneers who made him it is equations. However sevendee as he is called uses only a fraction of his mind on the tests they give him, the rest is spent on exploring. He has gained acsses to most networks on the planet at some point, and has spent the last hour playing with stoplights in a city half way around the world |
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well who is going to leave a shiny new AI that knows the eintire planets network behind?
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(ooc:Thanks for the interest. i will start gming htis thread a week on friday. so look forward to it.!)
Science Archive’s Tri-silot ‘Supper’ Computer MkI ref: 234-241k Documentation release date: 16.325.16 Created entirely by accident this computer was based upon the Tibernon concept. It incorporated some interesting changes in the initial stages. Use of intelligent programmer was intriguing change, and also what unequivocally led to the mistake that caused the creation of the ‘Supper’ computer. It started with a cumulative error on part of the programmer. A simple spelling mistake causing a contradiction in the intelligent software. Normally such a mistake would just cause an error resulting in inactivity. Instead the intelligent programmer started creating new pathways in the program ordering changes to the hardware and eventually causing it to scramble itself. This resultant was that an irreproducible system that was 14.05 times faster than anyone expected could be produced with current technology. The technical readouts and listings for schematics are available in article ref: 234-241m. Would you like to know more? Notes regarding the MkII Regenerator Combat Armour ref: 167-389k Based on technology used for the Hystin buildings. Their growing ability is incorporated but with more control. The armour is specifically designed to revitalise itself. Its almost organic properties mean that we are able to perfectly fit it to the user with no need of joins and week spots. Controlled by a wand it has the ability to form any shape directed. Migration that the buildings are accustom to is severely limited in this armour. Also the Armour cannot grow larger than its original size unlike the buildings. Wand functions also enable the user to change the structure inside the material making it rigid of liquid for different types of impact. The technical readouts and listings for schematics are available in article ref: 167-389m. Would you like to know more? (Ooc: the idea behind these entries is just to show you the kind of technology in the universe so that you can create your own with something to reference from) |
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eh dosen't really matter should be a fun character no mater what happens
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(OOC: mrmao needs someone to carry him about, any offers?)
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Name: Ethan Ser
Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 27 Hair: Black Eye Colour: Dark Green Height: 6'0 Other Characteristics: * scars inhabit his back from corporal punishment. * sarcastically morbid by nature * athletic but nimble build. Think ninja/assassin/special operations/killer persona. Birthplace: Exclasar Father: Vandon Locke Ser Mother: Alizia Morning Ser Siblings: - None Spouse: - Raine Loras - Deceased Children: - None History: Like many who were born on Exclasar. He was joined to an acadamy at a young age. His father approved of the discipline and his mother just wanted a young polite man. Of course he would be a man of war, nonetheless a man. He grew up living and breathing the arts of combat and attained a slight ambition to join the military as a career. As he matured his father and mother both supported him. He joined military ranks and became an assassin or more rather put He joined "The Black ". An academy of "ghosts". All that mattered more to him than life. Until he met Raine. She made the sky seem beautiful on a rainy day. She taught him to breathe. She was murdered. He found his murderer and exacted cold justice. The man was a member of "The Black". Corporal Punishment, Dishonorable Discharge and an assassination attempt on his life. Now he's a merc and part of a freelance militia. |
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hey guys, just an update. im writing, but i been getting drunk a bit too much recently. :P i would like it if those who need to update history or add charactor could do it soon. but mrmao, iconoclast and Nakarti will edit this post to be your first. so er... ill keep you posted.... bad pun.
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I'm having trouble thinking of something decent :(
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Heh. I had the same problem. So I just stopped drinking... too damn expensive. :p
Name: Hewitt Race: Failed genetic experiment Gender: Male Age: 19 Hair: None Eye colour: Gold/Yellow Height: 12' 8" Other Characteristics: Hewitt was human once. Now he's a creature born of dark bio-engineering experiments. He is draconic in appearance (*ignores the groans*), claws, wings, scales, horns, the works. The only thing remotely human about his appearance is a roughly bipedal stance and body structure, opposable thumbs and human facial expressions... although having a snout tends to negate this. His scales are a dark green colour, but hold a metallic sheen reminisent of most modern body armours. Though deep down Hewitt is a good-natured soul he is generally defensive and ill tempered. Then again, you would be defensive and ill tempered too if you had been abducted, tortured, twisted into a hideous monster and then left to rot in storage for three years. Birthplace: Unknown Father: Unknown Mother: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Spouse: Unknown Children: Unknown History: Hewitt learned of hardship at an early age. Abandoned by his birth parents when only a few months old, Hewitt was taken in by a homeless couple that had been sheltering themselves in the sewers where he had been dumped. Poor but kindly, the couple raised him as their own using whatever meagre resources they could find within their underground society. Hewitt obtained much wisdom from the many who had tales to tell, mostly of downfall and lessons learned, others of philosophy and others just plain nonsense. Neverless, early on he proved himself as a pretty cluely lad that picked up on things quickly. He would've had a bright future if he'd grown up in normal society. Instead, at the age of six he was on the streets conning people out of their loose change. Those he couldn't con, he robbed. Cunning and elusive, Hewitt made a game out of avoiding the law. He was wild and carefree. His foster parents didn't approve. But his adopted community did. His adeptness above ground proved prosperous below. Though the community had always relied on street urchins for survival, Hewitt's ability had him bringing in more trade goods and then as he grew, better trade goods. Jewellery. Fine clothes. Electronics. Booze. By the age of ten he was the kid the other urchins looked up to and through him they learned by example. The crime rate for petty theft above ground increased by 25%, below ground the underground community thrived and was now a major trading post in the underground black market. Unfortunately with properity comes envy and those who seek to take it for themselves. One night a group of thugs moved en mass on the community and began looting and pillaging. The communtiy had it's protectors, but the thugs - from an above ground crime syndicate - were better armed and more numerous. In hours they had savagely beaten most of the members in the community and stolen most of it's goods. Hewitt didn't see much of this occur however, he'd been king hit early on. Hewitt woke to a spliting headache and a community in ruins. Worse, he was soon to learn both his adoptive parents had both been on the receiving end of the savage beatings. Being of an older age in the community, they soon died. Hewitt was utterly devastated. Like most people who grieve for loved ones, Hewitt blamed himself for their deaths. His efforts had brought down the attack which the community never recovered from. Despite the words of many to the contrary, Hewitt never listened to reason until eventually one night he just up and left, fearing his continued presence would bring more grief down on the battered community. His departure was one of the main reasons the community never recovered...... By the age of sixteen Hewitt had become a souless individual. Having an instinct to live too strong to let himself die, Hewitt's sole existance had become centred on survival. He felt little else from misery, and wept every night over his life. He was a broken man. It was probably for these reasons that he'd been abducted. One night a dark featureless vehicle just drove up beside him and took him, from the side of a street busy with night life no less. No one took any notice. No reports were filed over his disappearance. He was just another street bum with no identity - a perfect guinea pig. They took him to some secret lab of some sort. Within it's sterile white walls, they visited upon him the most excurciating pain and suffering imaginable, all in the name of science and profit. Utilising their arcane theorems and advanced technology, they used Hewitt to test their vision for the next stage in utlimate combat biology. He felt every cell rupture as they grafted their experimental bio-armour to his skin, every electric shock and impulse as they flooded his neural nets with their intricate programs. For months they pumped him with wild concoctions of weird proteins and chemicals designed to serve their needs, and worst of all they keep him alive. Every now and then a scientist would idly talk to him about his purpose as they performed the next painful task. Always they regretted the pain they subjected, but reasoned it was a competive marketplace thus speed in the project was required. Speed meant pain they explained, not that it needed explaining. They would often get this distant look next, as they quietly discussed the beauty of their goal. That it was all worth while. That they would be the first to create a body armour that could change it's wearer into any shape imaginable and then back again. The possiblities were endless they said. Hewitt had his own words for what his tormentors invisioned - "God complex". So Hewitt learned he was to become the next generation military hardware. A super soldier that could take the form of massive war machines during battle then return home in time for tea with his family. At least the test version anyway. Not that he cared much. All he wished for was peace through death but again, that nuisance of a survival instinct made him endure. He hated himself for that more than anything. After a long, agonising process the time eventually came for the first of a final series of tests. Everyone was excited. Hewitt was looking for escape. He found none. Instead he found himself loose in the testing chamber, the shimmering dark green form of the prototype armour on his small frame reflected in the walls of one way mirrors. Then came the activation. He didn't know the science behind it, but it hurt. A lot. In absolute horror and agony his watched as his human form was grotesquely twisted and grown by the bio-suit until he finally resembled the monster he was today. By the end he'd fallen to his knees close to the edge of conscience. His green, clawed hands were the first thing he saw. Getting up slowly prevented him from bashing his head against the plush white ceiling that had before been more than twice his height away from the floor. In utter amazement, he just stared through wide golden eyes at the alien reflection hunched in the mirrors. For a brief moment he understood the scientists previous motivations, this was indeed incredible... beautiful. He felt powerful. Then reality returned and he'd realised the thing looking back at him was not beautiful. They'd made him into a monster, something parents used to scare little children. It wasn't too bad... His survival instinct was going nuts. He knew that it wasn't long now before he became disposable again. Maybe they would just throw him back out on the streets. Maybe they'd dump him in the nutrient tanks. Hewitt hoped for the later. Taking a deep breath, he sighed as he waited for the promised change back. And waited. And waited. Three hours of waiting later knock out gas started pouring into the chamber. Three weeks later while being held in a makeshift cell he found out the scientists were having some troubles. Three months later they'd stuck him in a cage along with the rest of the lab animals. Apparently funding had run out, the project abandoned. The armour classed as a failure. Hewitt resigned himself to his fate of life imprisoned as a freak. For almost three years this cell remained his home and Hewitt remained, a monster. He wouldn't have minded much - he'd grown used to his new body - except he had been doomed to an existance as a lab animal, subjected to painful and humilating tests daily. Again that annoying instinct always persisted, keeping him alive. His thick, body arnour hide also didn't help. Exercise involved weekly supervised walkabouts and intensive self work out regimes - all monitored. Apart from the tests, there was not much else to do. Then that one fateful day arrived. On this day, the lab servant that normally brought his food in the morning instead came rushing down flustered and desperate. To Hewitt's surprise the first thing the woman did was open his cage. This quickly disappeared when the explaination came, the city was under attack by an overwhelming force. They had to escape...... (Wow. That became longer than I thought it would... :rolleyes: I'll let you write the bit between here and the present yeah? ;) ) |
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well, my last post was a lie, here you go, all of you at once (cept you Io Cor sorry, thought id wait till you posted your history.) yeah so enjoy and stuff.
Nakarti The room was cold and almost pulsing. Its’ form was subtly shifting and warping with every passing second. The landing of the first ‘alien’ had had a profound effect on the organic buildings. They were sloshing and warping and going against their gene coding. Rooms were sprouting ten fold their original rate and in positions that defied logic. Warped and deformed some of them leached out onto the street, warping to trap people for what could be forever. It was like they had been entranced by the falling orbs and had been infected by them. And the infection spread like ripples on a pond. The outer edges reaching as far as Rasis and Anithin.Mrmao 7DeltaPi felt a certain pulling sensation. If you could really call it ‘feeling’. He noticed his connections were dropping off slowly, about one every 4 microseconds, very slow to a computer. It seamed like his consciousness was being brought back to its source. Like he was being reeled in, and he was! His whole self was being coalesced, back to the lab where he was brought into being. He didn’t know why this was happening at first. For the first two microseconds he was confused. Then he saw all the news broadcasts.Mrfluffie You are a security for Isstrenzy corp. You’re human, pure breed. Only been in security for a few years. They treat you good occasionally. (you can do your age, name and height and appearance, ill pm you history)Iconoclast The job was easy for the first part. Well it should have been, all it was, was a meet and greet to get the outline. The usual stealthy meeting place. Only he had received a communiqué upon landing moving the meet to Exclaser. Ethan didn’t know the contact, one of those ‘friend of a friends.’ The mission was an assassination and retrieval, and that’s all Ethan knew so far. He was outside now, he had managed do drop in onto the planet easy enough. It had been rough on his last few hours though, the city had gone wild. With the attacks and everything, but he needed this. Work had been hard to come by lately and he was broke. He had to check.Hewitt The women went into Hewitt’s cage and practically pushed him out of the door. She wasn’t scared or just plain crazy. Hewitt could have killed her easily enough, yet she was pushing him up the stairs. |
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I'll post around lunch on the 18th.
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Bravin rose from his seat and beckoned to Bekneelin to follow him. When he reached the door he stopped and turned around.
"Master Redin, may we take two of the short range fighters? We might possibly find one of the academy Corvettes still operational, Preferably the 'Nightingale', she's a wonderful blockade runner. If I remember correctly, she wasn't in the hanger at the time of the attack, she was in the forest, at the research facility. It may have not fallen yet." The research facility was a breakoff faction of the academy, it no longer strictly belonged to it, but the two groups still talked and exchanged infromation and knowledge. The Nightingale is an ancient ship, one of the fastest on the Planet, and one of the most durable as well. She is a sleek ship, darkly painted, very similar looking to an ancient stealth plane, although slightly larger. She had the latest shield and stealth technology and, along with her impressive firepower, she made a perfect blockade runner. With Master Redin's permission, Bravin and Bekneelin went to their fighters and set off for the research facility. As they passed over towns and villages they saw the effect of the buildings unusual growth. They were joining together, changing colour, gradually fusing into a giant symbol. The symbol was not yet fully grown, but it was obvious what it was. The enamy came from above, they dropped down from space. Yet, they came from the land as well, not physically, but phsycologically, From beneath them, not yet smooth, a silver orb with a red crystal glared up at them. |
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The two pistols at his sides were clean looking as always and gleamed off the dim light. He looked toward the entrance and his dark green eyes grew darker. Sometimes bad things happen. He had to be careful as always. Then again, death would be quite a dream. Maybe even release. He shook his head at the thoughts and stepped foreward to the door in a confident stride. You could die tonight! That thought was a little too excited; he almost laughed at himself.
He had been betrayed before in the past, and in a matter of moments, his bretrayers, who thought they had him felt the hot steel of his weapons. He smiled. It's probably legit. Probably nothing. You need the money Ethan. He opened the door and stepped inside. His dark clothes seemed to absorbe the light, it made the very air around him seem darker. The lights were all off and he stood waiting. |
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7DeltaPi was being moved, he had just been placed in a mobile mainframe. He had no idea what he could do in this box. The limited capabilities he was aware of were not encouraging. He had single camera and one mike/speaker. So, he began searching the box to see what it could do.
It was soon clear why he was able to fit in it. It had rudimentary organic circuitry, this wasn’t surprising. It was the best way to store information. However, organic technology was notoriously picky when it came to being connected to more conventional technology. He couldn’t really complain though he would eventually be taken from this box. He was looking for ways to interact with world, whether it be through wire or wifi he wanted to know what was going on. It was rather simple to find the ports, there was of course the standard wire port. He was surprised to find that the box could be configured for wifi but right now it did not have the capability. That left him only one way to talk to the outside world. “Hello?” 7Delta Pi asked the man in the truck next to him. |
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*Hewitt blinked repeatedly, squinting eyes that had not seen natural light for over three years. His mind was fuzzy. For the first few moments as his rescuer explained herself all he could remember last was waking up in the dark of his cell, resigned to yet another day of aimless tests and monotonous misery. His life. His fate. Then images for the last few moments came flooding back, along with normal thought as he came out of whatever trance the telepath had placed over him. People packing, frightened faces everywhere. But not because he was loose, no... his new caretaker had taken care of that. Something else was amiss, something that had normally placid, calm, cold people paniced. Words entered his head now, what the girl moving him had just said... an apology. A telepath. Sharing his pain. Feeling it. Mitigating little of it, or at least trying to. Karyen. Yes, that was his rescuers name... questions. Lot's of questions... a response...* "Thank you... Karyen." *No pain. No darkness. No scientists. A realisation.* "I'm free..." "Free..." *Beautiful colours. Fresh air. Wonder. * "I'm actually free." *Freedom... Elation. Sweet, joyous elation.* "I'm frrrreeee!!" *The world was getting ready to crumble, but Hewitt didn't notice. Not right then. So filled with happiness and joy over being realised from his pitiful fate, Hewitt lifted Karyen from the ground and hugged her whilst jumping up and down in circles. For the moment, he was that happy, carefree ten year old again.* "Oh thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" *grins* *And thus, in a time of impending doom and ultimate destruction one soul was happy.* |
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Fluffie thought for a second and made up his mind. Though he had mixed feelings about it, he didn't really want to stay here. He didn't stand a chance at the moment, not against the onslaught that was or would be wrecked here soon... Looking down to the box inside his hands, he is suprised to hear it talk to him.
"Hello. I am your escort it seems, little box. Now you just sit there, okay?" Opening the door to the passengers' side of his truck, Fluffie puts it into a seat. Closing the door and looking around, he decides he has some room spare. Breathing in deep, he raises his voice to a shouting and addresses the people around. "Leaving for Rasis sky port, all aboard!" As he shouts, Fluffie gestures to the open back of his truck (which looks kind of like a deuce and a half or however those American WWII trucks). He himself walks around the front of the truck, getting in and turning the ignition. Satisfied to hear the truck's engine work, he looks around the back of his truck using the mirrors. He'd wait a minute or so at most, before departing... |
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Sorry for the late-ness of the post.
Fluffie is human, bit of average of everything, well in shape and so. Particular information will come when needed and thought of ;) |
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sh1t, i've become one of those gm's that never posts. :S
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harr harr :p
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i take it this is one of those dead threads now eh?
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maybe it was Dachi in disguise
or maybe an innocent kid brain controlled by dachi! or maybe a child of dachi! will dachi haunt us forever!? noooo etc |
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I'll go with option number two, sounds more sinister. :p
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slightly confused here
not been here long/got involved much who's dachi and - i take it threads dont make it v far of the starting blocks a lot of the time? |
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No Dachi, evil conspirator and killer of people's spirits.
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