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« on: November 08, 2022, 12:24:05 pm »
The guards fanned ahead to clear the junction, while one stayed behind to guard Elaros and Maya. Elaros took the chance to look back to Maya. He could feel her stress through their contact, and while they had a moment, he wanted to do what he could for her.
He didn't say anything to soothe her, instead opting for a more animalistic gesture. With a low purr and a few chuffles, he nuzzled his snout into her shoulder. A cold Drakkon was often an anxious one, and Elaros naturally sought to share some of his warmth with her. She herself was warm-blooded, but the intent and primal purpose of the action shone through.
"It will be fine," Elaros murmured, pushing up with his snout until he could give her a brief nuzzle beneath the jaw, an action that was adorably chaste by Drakkon standards.
One of the guards, an orange-streaked male, gave Maya a very short, jealous glance at the display.
A guard came back and hissed the all-clear to Elaros, who finally parted his snout from Maya.
"My quarters are just up ahead. The guards will take me the rest of the way..." he started, meeting her eyes.
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« on: November 08, 2022, 12:08:14 pm »
"Well, I knew that, but a girl can hope, right?" Serina said. Still, it seemed she understood Lynn's words for what they were, and smiled with her when she tried to lighten the mood.
"Well, you wouldn't be the only one, if it came to that," Serina said with more determination than one would expect from a reedy looking grad student such as herself. With a steeling breath and one last look down towards the written runes, she slid her hands into Lynn's, fingers spread. She took another breath and relaxed.
"I'm ready," she said. Her crimson eyes met Lynn's.
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« on: November 08, 2022, 12:01:41 pm »
"Well, it doesn't have to clean us realistically, we are in a simulation. Maybe the water resets your avatar to its default state, or is programmed to remove anything that isn't "clean," hm?" he offered. He was sorely tempted to take the spot up right behind her, but instead he drifted out in front of her, fingers ghosting along her forearm as he moved past her.
"What's the old adage about a stranger's shower?" he murmured. He turned his focus to the shower itself, extending a hand towards the wall and focusing on drawing out whatever interface it may have. A rather common task for the average Net user, although to Pink it'd probably look like more computer magic as he pulled up a band of holographic controls that went around the shower's interior walls in a ring. It had everything, from water temperature, pressure, soap infusions, romantic lighting, the works.
"Holy shit, this shower's a fucking spaceship," Kayse said with disbelief, chuckling as he turned a holographic dial to raise the water's temperature juuuuust a little.
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« on: November 08, 2022, 11:42:56 am »
(We got botted I'm shook. Also Seexa with the borger is too much for me T_T )
He couldn't help but laugh as she shouted, wincing internally as he thought about how much it hurt him just to speak at a normal volume. She wasn't exactly eating high cuisine, but Torien recognized that the raw steaks she'd had earlier was probably the closest thing she'd had to real food.
He watched her take her second bite as well before he reached down to the bag to get some more of the food out. Ever since Crembor had re-initiated many of his systems, his augmentations (and especially the new arm) had been drawing plenty of power. As a result, Torien felt famished, and he eagerly unwrapped a burger of his own. Settling with his side against Seexa's, he took a large bite with his sharpened chrome teeth.
"It is," was all he managed to say. As soon as the food hit his cybernetic stomach, it started being burnt like fuel. Another bite, and he was looking at Seexa with a goofy, satisfied grin, before his expression softened somewhat.
"Hold still a second..." he said, and he used his thumb to snatch up some rogue ketchup at the corner of her mouth, and then turned it to show her.
"You got ketchup on your face," he whispered and it took everything he had to not just laugh painfully.
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« on: November 08, 2022, 11:26:37 am »
A shot from Rigo cracked against the rock they were sheltering behind. During the pause, he'd popped back up to his firing position and drawn a bead, only to throw his aim off at the last second once he saw it was their objective and NOT Saendyr. He barked some warnings into his helmet, and Lauph made to move out of the way, but the lightning had already struck.
Lauph yelled, an infuriated sound that was a mix of pain and surprise as the electric current made his suit's servos go taut with electricity. Rigo threw himself back down behind the rock while Jess tried to dive away, only to get lashed by a whip of raging energy as Lauph's suit power drained into the surrounding air.
By this point, smoke was rising from the panels and joints of his armor while Jess, caught without her helmet off, shook fully in the throes of a near-lethal shock, alleviated only by the insulation she DID have on. Finally, when Annabelle ripped her hand back, the entire back section of Lauph's suit exploded outwards in a shower of electric bolts and scrap metal, and the thunderclap cleared the storm away from them for a few brief moments before it came blowing back in.
The whole time, Saendyr had simply turned off the electronics in his helmet and put his arms over his head. Lightning cracked and left black marks and scores against his armor, but while the white plates blackened, they did not buckle. The lightning that wormed its way past didn't seem to bother him, in fact...
Saendyr tried to turn his helmet back on, but found that it had been drained by the experience. With a small huff, he quickly took it off, allowing Annabelle to see his face. His dark blue skin glimmered with lines of captured elecricity like a night sky filled with falling stars. Lightning crackled in between the lines of the crests that ran down his head in neat corn-rows. Contained energy glowed underneath the bony ridges that formed his jaws and eyebrows.
He took a few breaths, breathing out a static-filled electric haze, before helping Annabelle sit up against their cover, staying close enough to her to protect her with his armor as he took another look up above their cover.
"I'm fine. Them? Not so much..." he said, looking over to Lauph, still twitching on the ground, and Jess, rolling around and moaning plaintively as she clutched at her head.
Without saying much else, he looked back down to her to meet her eyes. She'd be able to see some of her own lightning streaking around in his eyes. "You?"
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« on: October 14, 2022, 11:50:00 pm »
Chrome Warrior.
It had always amazed Torien how powerful such a simple identity was. He remembered so little of his life before his reconstruction, that it was the closest thing he had to a proper identity. He’d heard it barked out over speakers so many times, by people who couldn’t care less of he lived or died. To them, he was just a chrome warrior, another in the long list of cyber-gladiators.
But to the few friends he’d made in the fighting pits, to Crem, he was The Chrome Warrior. He was a comrade, a confidant. Someone worth investing more than just spare parts in. And now… a hero? Well… someone’s personal hero at any rate.
“I don’t regret it, even if you did get me wet,” he said with a growing smile. Expertly holding the burger in one hand, he ventured out with his new limb and set the hand down on top of Seexa’s hands. The sensation of touch was still so marvelous to Torien that he ended up splaying his fingers against the back of her hand. “And I couldn’t leave you. Not in that place, with them.”
He turned towards her slightly, resting one of his knees against her own.
“Here, try this,” he said, smiling as he held the steamy burger out to her.
“Real cooked food. Not raw steaks and fish flakes.”
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« on: October 04, 2022, 02:35:41 pm »
Seexa confirmed she was hungry, and Torien matched her small smile. He hated eating by himself, especially when there were others around. Something about being watched while eating gave him unease, even if he didn’t remember why…
With a little “come on” gesture, he walked over to the (blessedly dry) bundle of food and picked up a synthpaper bag that smelled of greasy food and fried things, filled nearly to the brim. Crem had scribbled “starter fuel” on the bag in marker over the colorful Burger-Mat logo. The only true seat in the ship was the control station, so Torien made sure to recline it as far back as possible so he could use it as a “bench” of sorts.
“It’s the name they gave me,” he whispered, and he scooched over and patted the space next to him. From the burgeoning bag, he unveiled a foil-wrapped cheeseburger. “It’s what they call me whenever they make me fight, but… it’s not a bad name.”
As he spoke, he unwrapped the burger, fold by fold.
“I like it when my friends call me Chrome Warrior. It makes me feel strong, like I’m important. Not… owned. Like I’m free.”
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« on: October 01, 2022, 03:56:31 am »
“Does it?” chirped Kayse, who had just wrangled off the very last of his clothes and carefully stepped into the running shower behind her. With a touch, the shower’s door sealed closed. The glass turned opaque, the bottom and tops lighting up to keep the two of them illuminated in gentle light. Kayse had taken the liberty of switching off his coldness so it wouldn’t feel weird in the shower, and he laid a hand on her back.
He dipped a hand in to scoop some water and let it flow through his fingers.
“Incredible. They’ve got to have the server on two, probably three physics cores.”
He stood close enough behind her to share the water and let it run over his face and front. “No, maybe even four. This actually feels real, holy shit…” he said with a breathless chuckle.
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« on: October 01, 2022, 03:40:18 am »
“She hates it,” Torien murmured, giving Seexa a reassuring little back rub. He was more comfortable once she had some semblance of decency. He was tired and he also wanted to spare himself the confusion that came with Naked Friends.
“But if we want to leave…” Although… he looked around at the goblin ship’s interior, and several small ideas sparked in his mind. No, that was for later.
“Well, erm… for now…” and he looked over to Crem, whose eyebrows nearly pierced the cieling. “Oh for-“ But Torien was already stepping up to make his whispered voice heard. “I’ll do all the work on the tank. And I’ll even do work on your place.” Torien strained to raise his voice confidently, but he stood in front of the old man.
Crem pointed his cane at Torien.
“It’s not you I’m worried about, Chrome Warrior,” he said, looking past him towards Seexa. He shifted on his feet, replaced his cane against the ground, and made for the ship’s entry ramp.
“I’ll get my truck. You should eat something, Torien. Kick start that interchanger.”
Torien shrugged, and once it was dark and quiet, Torien looked to Seexa, but not before eyeing the still-wrapped collection of burger-mat food brought alongside the steaks.
“Still hungry?”
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« on: September 19, 2022, 09:52:58 pm »
Okay. He could do this.
He would have continued that line of thinking, but then she waddled just that much closer to him and he felt her arms drape around his shoulder, her damp body come flush against him. He wasn’t a sailor, not by a long shot, but she certainly could have eaten him right then and there. Metal and all.
His own hands rise to her shoulders to better support her as she used him as a support. He retracted his foot talons so he could stand this close to her without bumping her with any sharp bits.
“Feeling pins and needles?” He said in an enthusiastic whisper, but then his smile faded somewhat when Crem cleared his throat.
“The lady’s cloak,” he said blithely, coming up and very lightly dropping it on her shoulders. It was a makeshift cloak with a hood, so she’d have to hold it closed with her hands as she walked. Torien adjusted on her shoulders and took her hands to show her how to properly “wear” it.
Crem’s eyes were hard an analytical as he took the two of them in, as if he was mulling over a nagging thought that he kept to himself. “I’m not a fancy geneticist, just a surgeon and cyber-doc. It’s my guess that you have “adapted” to land. Lungs instead of gills, feet in place of limbs. I don’t know how long you can stay without water, probably not long.”
He glanced to the fallen tank, which was on its side and blinking with red lights instead of its usually gentler glow.
“So we’ve still got a problem.”
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« on: September 08, 2022, 09:33:16 pm »
“Oh.” came Serina’s short reply, her eyebrows momentarily creeping upwards. A pensive moment passed, and she nodded. “Ok, cool. Great. We auto-pilot to the next stop, and then hopefully this… ancient predator thing will hop off,” she said, unaware of the irony of her present company. Serina stepped over to Lynn and joined her in the pentagram’s center. Carefully, as if Lynn was made of glass, Serina gently put her hand on her forearm and offered a comforting smile.
“Well, we have all these weapons, too,” she added, half-joking and half serious. “You look strong so maybe you can just… give it a good clonk over the head,” she said with a faint dusting of warmth on her face.
Then, she stepped back and cleared her throat lightly.
“Ready to begin when you are.”
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« on: September 08, 2022, 07:35:10 pm »
Skerrondus paid no mind to Esha’s contained sounds or her cringing against him. Besides, her scent betrayed her, along with the movements she wasn’t able to contain. If Skerrondus had suddenly started to find her displeasure bothersome, he wasn’t showing it. Instead, after he’d gotten his brief fill of fleshy dalliances, his arm came to rest across her lap and he used his other arm to switch on some communications equipment before gripping the top of Krushinya’s steering wheel.
”Great Warmasta, we’s got upturned NutTurnas all ova’. Too many to bring back,” came a female Rividean’s voice.
“Take your wing about. Pick up the drivers, the oilers. Leave the others to walk back home,” he growled with a growing smile.
“And the metal?”
Skerrondus’ finger started drumming a bored rhythm on Esha’s lap.
“Bullets and fuel. Burn the rest of that NutTurna junk.”
The radio cut off, and Skerrondus grinned to himself.
As he was talking, Esha’s glance towards Corto would find that he was looking sidelong in her direction as well. Not at her, but at Skerrondus himself, as if his narrowed glance could strike the warlord dead right then and there. His gaze lowered to meet Esha’s for a brief moment, and he nodded reassuringly. Skerrondus was done talking then, and so Corto’s attention returned to his station.
“And tell me, my dear little Esha, how do you think I got to this point?” He started, hand rising from her lap to brush the flat of a talon along her chin and lift her gaze to him, although if she turned her gaze away he wouldn’t force her to look.
“I’ve lived my entire life surrounded by the big fish. If one day, we find a people that can squash us like bugs, it won’t be long before their strength is our own. They may break us, they may free the Feylini. They may even drive us into extinction. Or maybe, just maybe… the guppy will tear out the shark’s throat.”
He clenched his free hand in the air.
“Your technology, your numbers, all your satellites, and starships, and all those little defense cannons perched up around Jeth, meant nothing. Your resistance means nothing, your leaders mean nothing. If one day, Jeth rises back up to tear out Rividea’s throat…”
He paused, smiling as his hand stroked her lap gently.
“Then our peoples will have more in common than ever. And I cannot wait for that day.”
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« on: September 08, 2022, 07:08:55 pm »
Pink slid up off of him and he let her go with merely an “ah, fuck,” on his part at the feeling of a quick slide, followed by his exposure to the air. His icy eyes still held sparks of that same burning passion kindled by their fiery encounter. He took a moment to clear his lungs, brushing a hand back through his sweat-dampened hair. Their tryst might have been over but gods damn him if it still wasn’t reverberating in his mind.
“It’s always better to do it manually, anyways,” Kayse started, and he would’ve gone on to ask her to tell him how the water felt when her sidelong look caught his eyes. In that brief moment, his curiosity about this place’s water simulation was set aside in favor of a more… hands-on experience.
She spoke, and didn’t need to ask him twice. He watched her shimmy out of her pants and make her way into the bathroom. He got up after her, and by the time she was in her underthings he’d already made it to the bathroom door. In a brisk movement, his jacket was shrugged off of his shoulders, disappearing halfway to the ground as he mentally put it into his drive. His shirt went up, over, and then was also flaking away into pixels before it could hit the ground.
He stood there, hands under the hem of his pants for a moment as he appreciated the sight of her, and then his fingers started working them downwards as he narrowed his eyes at her.
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« on: July 22, 2022, 01:37:43 pm »
"Precision? Forget precision, they have us outnumbered," came Saendyr's quick response, eyebrows turning upwards with some amusement at her forced casualness, which seemed all too sudden.
"Just focus on the targets I put out for you."
He tapped the side of his helmet, and his visor went fully opaque, then started to glow a dim green as he stopped using his eyesight and enabled the imaging systems.
He rose, and saw his targets. Lauph, standing front and center with his arms crossed and fully suited up, an automatic rifle gripped in one hand. Jess, standing and snarling behind and to his left, sans her helmet and still in the process of tearing net fragments from her armor's place. Rigo, their old sharpshooter, was behind a rock and with his rifle trained on their position.
Saendyr and Rigo made the briefest of eye contacts through their scopes before Saendyr fired first, sending stun rounds into the rock around him and forcing him into cover.
Jess ducked into cover and Lauph swore and moved to raise his own gun. Saendyr kept true to his promise and sent a stun round sticking into the chest and abdomen of his armor. Lauqh was forced to take a backwards step from the impacts, but found himself chuckling as the stunners started delivering their shocks into his suit to no effect.
"Stunners? Seriously? TRIM's cheaper than I thought."
Annabelle would be able to clearly see the stun rounds, blinking where they remained stuck. Their conductivity would draw in and excite the energy of the storm, basically forming little "targets" that would open a circuit between herself and the suits.
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« on: July 22, 2022, 01:10:59 pm »
[[Serina's not a dwarf ;P]]
With a curious widening of her eyes, Serina took the written incantation gently in one hand, eyebrows rising even further when she realized that this Serenian was, in fact, some of the best she'd ever seen. If the paper had looked old and dusty, she could have mistaken this for one of the old preserved scriptures she'd studied while preparing her thesis.
Still, she got over the nostalgic look on her face and focused on actually reading them. She mouthed the words, knowing better than to practice an incantation by reading it aloud, even at a whisper. At some point, she seemed to descend fully into her words, bracing her shoulders as she mouthed on.
After a moment, however, she paused, an analysis clicking to life in her mind, then a slow smile grew on her face. She could work with this.
"This... this could work, but..."
She kept thinking, and her smile slowly faded. She looked over to Lynn with something like dawning apprehension on her expression.
"What are we going to do if it works? Wards turn on, we know there's a Mind...thing, and... then what?"
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« on: February 20, 2022, 07:59:53 am »
Saendyr heard the tap against his helmet rather than feeling it, and his proximity sensor gave a a quick blip-blip and a small flashing light. He didn’t move his head, but he gave her a short, sidelong look. It was almost grateful, even. Eyebrows softening, he looked forwards again, and set his shoulders with a breath, closing his eyes as he spoke.
“Main power exchanger is near the base of the spine. The suits are designed to shut off if a catastrophic surge happens. Give it one last jump so the starter battery fries as well. You’ll know when it pops.”
He turned his head against hers just enough so he wasn’t looking with one eye.
“Same with the electric net. I’ve got one more of those. The storm will mess with my plasma sidearm unless they get close up, but that’s an option too,” he added, and even though his visor only showed the upper bridge of his nose to just barely the top of his eyebrows, she’d still see his eyes wrinkle under the effects of a smile. Or maybe a shitty grin.
“Feel free to share some of your own juice too, miss Annabelle Lightning.”
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« on: February 17, 2022, 11:12:07 pm »
"I'm hardly restraining you," came Kayse's breathy reply, unhooking his fingers from her pants and instead resting the flat palms on her outer thigh, slowly stroking over the fabric. He knew she had to go somewhere, but perhaps he could tempt a little reluctance into her and drag out the moment.
Regardless, he wouldn't resist her if she wanted to pull away from him. Thinking with a little foresight, he spoke up again.
"Shower's that-a-way," he said, motioning behind himself with his head.
"Could also just reset your avatar, but where's the satisfaction in that?"
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« on: January 04, 2022, 11:30:53 am »
Tucked next to her behind a rock, it wasn't hard to notice the sheer dread that washed through Annabelle right then and there. This specific scenario, pinned behind cover with stresses running high, was perhaps his most familiar one as a former soldier.
Her words started choking out, and he put a stiff, steadying arm against the front of her shoulder.
"You won't. Those suits are rated for void combat, user's completely insulated," he said, and with a tap on the side of his helmet, his visor shimmered away. Annabelle would see bright yellow pupils staring at her, surrounded by dark brown irises and a black sclera. These eyes, set into an angular, squareish face that was definitely not human (as if the dark blue skin wasn't a giveaway), looked back at her with the hard sympathy only a soldier could give. Now that his body was directly exposed to the charged storm, Annabelle'd be able to see small lines of energy run along the bony plates on his jaw and set around his eyes as his body redirected the static in the air.
"But if we can fry the suit itself, guy inside's going to take a little lie down whether he likes it or not," he started. He would've continued, had a voice not come booming out from the storm ahead, a man's voice amplified by a helmet's speaker.
"Phylips! Come on, is this any way to treat some old friends?" came the voice, speaking in a spacer's thick drawl. At the sound of his name, of that voice Saendyr's fingers tightened audibly on his rifle.
"And to think Trenk wanted to see you again! You haven't lost your touch, he's deader than a doorknob now. Why don't you walk the little bitch over to us and we won't make this any more unpleasant than it has to be, hmm? Maybe I'll even talk Jess out of cutting your crests off after that pussy shit with the net."
The entire time the man was speaking, Saendyr had his head leaned forwards, helmet leaned against the sight rail of his weapon, shoulders rising and falling with his breathing, now heavier and deliberate.
His expression was that of surprise, apprehension, and just a little bit of... grief? He bumped his helmet a few times with his rifle as he smiled grimly and muttered something to himself.
"Idiot. Always knew that back-up pistol would get him killed..."
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« on: December 26, 2021, 03:25:11 am »
She was still the closest thing to a naked woman that he'd held in a long time. Somehow, he knew she wasn't the first, despite the shattered memories that his conversion left him with. His vision returned to her once she started to move, too worried that she could still topple over at any moment.
She had an odd sort of density her that he supposed was a side effect of her aquatic nature, and he noted that she was definitely heavier than she looked as she leaned on him for support. One of his hands went to her side to help keep her steady, his new one.
He made a startled sound as the advanced limb registered the coldness of her skin and the texture of the scaly skin along her sides. His eyes set onto that point of contact, which made it easy for them to wander along.
She was definitely not mammalian in the slightest, even if her smooth underbelly, hips, and body shape were crafted to suggest otherwise. She was piscine, cetacean, and even batrachian all at once, but still human enough that it had his color flaring anew once his eyes wandered low enough.
When she spoke, he looked back up to her with a "deer in headlights" look on his face.
"It doesn't hurt!" Torien repeated with a beaming smile, sooooooooo happy to have something to latch on.
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« on: December 26, 2021, 02:44:47 am »
Serina nodded when Lynn affirmed her usefulness, and the young woman couldn't help but smile and cross her arms as she watched Lynn work. It had been a long time since she'd seen a ritual pentagram put up, and so she watched Lynn with an analyzing eye, committing the lines and words to memory.
When asked about her thesis, Serina blinked and started in place, before clearing her throat.
"I did my thesis on the genealogical fate of the Serenian people. Even in the records from that time, that was a mysterious topic," she started, eyes tracing the ritual circle as it got more and more complex. She settled on a safe place to stand, and continued.
"There's still folks with Serenian "blood" in the population today. They're rare but their hair color's always off a shade or not one of the usual colors. Anyhow, I decided to do an ancestral survey on all the Serenians I could find."
She smiled as she got to her favorite part.
"It sounds so hard to believe unless you see the data for yourself. Each and every single one has geneaology that stretches back to the Feudal Era, one-hundred percent! And a portion of their DNA isn't even human! My theory was that the Serenians are partially mixed with Fey. Sadly, with no more Fey on Aedolis, it's a trait that's destined to go extinct in the next dozen generations or so."
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