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 Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 12:55 pm
{franz's lab}
"Such theatrics." sighed the professor, brushing aside the rapier with the rotary saw. "You assume my work with constructs is limited to my subjects. I assure you that is not the case."
the nick in his neck stops bleeding and reseals itself, and with a snap of his fingers a dozen muscle bound constructs rush in from places unknown.
When Franz realizes that naught is eating and assimilating his machines, he crys out "Indeed i seem to have taken one of your toys, bedlam." he uses the nickname the nobleman with the sword had used. "I presume that you are the upstart that had the gall to 'improve' my technique? call off your dog, you can have the tin man back. but for insulting my creations, however you got hold of them, must be paid out"
a few of the constructs are surrounding silas, oblivious to the slashes that they recieve. the rest gather around silvian, wuneye and naught.
Wuneye sweeps two out of the way with his great arm. his own height well over the mad mans goons. with a heavy stomping gait, he reaches the table where the captain is strapped and prys him loose.
A spray of steel webbing binds wuneye to the wall, elicting a roar that shook the lab. With a great feat of strength wuneye tears a section of the wall out, and stands with it still webbed to his back.
Now free, the captain aims his gun arm at the spider construct and fires. a mechanisim more at home on a flintlock rifle snaps down and a bolt of blue spits from the barrel. the four armed construct takes the blast in the chest and goes down, spewing green goo all over the place.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 1:36 pm
~ labs ~
"Naught! Catch!"
Sylvian has been holding a handle on the side of her armor's lower torso, attached to a cable, and has been pulling this cable like curling a weight, a ratcheting noise coming from behind her. She now leaps upward with tremendous force away from the constructs, and begins falling toward Naught, which swallows her up.
Now her amplified voice reverberates from within Naught. "Insult your creations? How could I possibly INSULT something YOU THREW AWAY, you IDIOT?"
The massive pile of parts stands up and takes a monstrous bipedal form, twenty feet tall by now from the mass Naught had acquired.
"Technique? I saw your work with Wuneye, you have no technique to improve upon! No artistry! No soul! Your work is purely textbook and mechanical. I could teach a MONKEY to make constructs as well as you!"
The behemoth now bristles with spikes, blades, and grinding teeth all over its surface.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 5:08 pm
[Galley]
"That's odd. He's probably doing something important. I'll try not to bother him with my nonsense in that case."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:20 pm
(I lol'd at the extremity of Sylvian's post and Proff. Piss's right after, all mild like.)
[labs]
Hacking and slashing at the horrific constructed beasts which were beginning to surround him, Silas backed towards the wall. He was shocked that the scientist had been able to implement his mechanics into his own skin. What was even more of a shock, however, was the toughness of these creatures. Eventually, out of desperation, Silas stabbed one and twisted the blade. Suddenly the construct spasmed, and it collapsed in a congealed heap on the floor. "It seems their skeleton aren't fitted well..." Smiling roguishly, he launched upon the organics once more.
In the corner, Naught was beginning to get quite big...
(EDIT: Constructs from robots to organics.)
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:01 pm
(( Constructs aren't robots, they're organic creations, like Frankenstein's Monster or M:tG's Thrulls. ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 5:42 pm
[Franz's lab]
"No soul? my dear, you have not seen the true art that i have bestowed on them." professor F tuts, seeming unafraid and rahter unruffled about his machines being assimilated.
"Did you parchance find a little tidbit near Wuneye's crebrum? this little gadget allows for a whole new form and ability. Yes my constructs may be by the book, but its so much easier to make more of them that way. The real talent lies in the constructs true nature."
snapping his fingers a construct near one wall pulls a lever before breaking it off the wall. the four remaining constructs that have not been dismantled by Silas' blade or the naught/trisdecka/bruno monster, or the captian, begin to shift and change.
the once burly bodybuilders now stood about half the height of naught, yet half again as tall as wuneye(around 15 ft) each had undergone a twisted morph blending them with animal traits. One resembled a naga (half human half snake) another a were tiger, one a were bear, and the last a wiry lizard with a frilled collar.
The professor himself also changed "I too have had some work done." he had changed into a giant ape with rock like skin grafted to its hands and feet.
Captain Daniel (and Silas too be sure) felt like a fly caught in a Tesla coil. he and Silas were now the shortest ones in the room. grabbing the nobleman, Daniel grouped up with wuneye. "Stick close to wuneye mr silas, and Wuneye use that chunk of wall on your back as a shield."
the group of constructs had advanced and the lizard and the snake had charged his group.Daniel flies behind wuneye to avoid a strike from the snake. Wuneye turns and the snake slams into the masonry webbed to the smaller giant. Daniel moves around the shield and takes shots at the huge animals, scoreing hits but not doing much damage as the creatures would regenerate too quickly.
trying a tactic taken from earlier, Daniel shoots the ceiling causing a large machine mounted there to tear loose. the snake dodges the rubble but the lizard is pinned underneath spitting and clawing.
the professor, the tiger and the bear, team up on sylvian/naught. not a soul would come withing a block of the lab, and any withing the area quickly vacated. In a city of mad science, loud explosions, crashing, and battle crys were a sure sign of danger. survival called for making a quick escape.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 6:57 pm
~ labs ~
A Naught limb behind her burrows underground...
"A KITTY! So cute!" The area between the behemoth's shoulders twists into an expression of joy.
The Naught limb expands wider...
"But how much of a kitty is it?"
The "palm" of a pseudopod reveals a half dozen pots full of live bushy catnip, retrieved from the nearby botanical shop, which are tossed roughly in a pile at the tiger-man's feet.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 5:13 pm
[labs]
"Fancy a hand there, fellows?" he said, "Wuneye, take the naga. I'll dispatch the lizard."
Silas ran over to the trapped lizard. It clawed at his legs, but he blocked the slashes and hacked at its wrists. Blood seeped from the cuts, but no real damage had been done. Sighing, Silas stepped onto its hand. It thrashed madly, throwing the Lord onto it. Unfortunately, he was not as graceful as he believed, and fell on his back. Standing up, rubbing his bruised spine, he peered over the edge of the rubble at the hissing lizard. It looked at him, straight in the eyes, and spat. Stinging mucus covered his face. Rubbing it off with his hankerchief, he lifts his sword high into the air.
"You damn near ruined my suit, darn scoundrel!" shouted Silas, plunging the blade deep through the lizard's skull and out its jaw. It let off a low hiss, then lay still.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:58 pm
[stienken franz constructs]
Wuneye used the section of wall that he had been webbed to as a shield for the captain. Repeatedly the big snake would slam against the the stone. with a loud hiss it spread its hood like a cobra and spat a steaming spry of venom on the shield. as the stone work fell apart form the acidity level of the venom, the now free wuneye unsheathed his firebrand and shield. with a roar, wuneye kept himself in front of the captain, and blocked the fangs and claws of the snake creature, his flaming sword (a big sword even form him) warding off the foes attacks. the shots from the captains strange new arm were leaving serious burns on the snake but it didn't seem to slow it down. the captain aimed and held the charge as a small ball of blue light formed in front of the gun barrel. the ball grew to the size of a bowling ball before the captain had to let it go. the charged shot hit the snake badly crisping one side of it and dropping it on wuneye who blocked with his shield.
grunting under the weight, wuneye had rammed the sword into the region where the human body and snake body joined. writhing the snake man went down.
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across the room, the tiger man was under compete thrall of the plants, its sense were failing on all counts. Swiping the pots out of the naughts 'palm' it bounced around the room, causing reverberating tremors each time it landed. after a few circuits around the room, it jumped to an eve of the roof and curled up with the catnip and fell asleep purring.
"I guess i put too many animal traits in that one..." growled the giant ape. (the ape is the evil spark Franz) each time the bear and the ape tried to tear apart naughts structure, with strength that was clearly able to rend the clank like card board, it would reform.
(note:
super constructs of a naga, bear, tiger, and frilled lizard led by the super construct ape Professor Stienken Franz
vs.
Sylvian Bruno with her clanks, Capt Daniel and his gun arm, Wuneye with a flaming buster sword and shield, and Silias with his rapier. i just started replaying the metroid prime series and loosely based dans gun arm off samus' charge beam)
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 8:03 am
[Finagle's Cabin]
He rubbed his head sorely as he sat up, blinking in a daze. Wasn't he in the hanger with the exhibitionist elf girl? How long was he out? He swung his legs around to the side of the bed, at lest he was still wearing his towel. He saw a trunk at the end of the bed and walked to it opening it up.
"Oh you have GOT to be kidding." He picked up one of the many dresses in the truck and irked, his own clothes were still a bloody, grimy, disgusting mess. And he couldn't go running around naked, he already made the elf girl do that just by running around with just a towel.
He gulps and shudders. "It'll...just have to do." He glumly puts the dress on and throws his grimy clothes in the now dry tub and precedes to fill up again with hot water and soap.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 11:54 am
~ labs ~
Fighting Naught is like fighting a mound of clay filled with razor blades. Pieces get pulled off, but it probably does the puller more harm than it does to Naught.
Within the Naught structure, Sylvian has been working rapidly.
And now the area near the bear-man begins to rapidly drop in temperature, nearing the point where hibernation is induced. The section the bear-man is attacking, containing the newly built high-power cooling device, allows itself to be grabbed by the bear.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 7:02 pm
[cabins hallway]
He opens the door of his cabin and peers about, quietly wondering where everyone was. He didn't see his pet dog Mochi in the cabin with him, it was most likely that the pup was in the kitchen or with the Doc.
Cautiously stepping into the hallway after making sure that no one would catch him in this moment of humiliation, carefully he slinks towards the gallery to see if he could barter some more manlier clothes.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 7:37 pm
[[Motherplowing Hell Dx
Sorry; family hauled me involuntarily off mid-way across the state for the Fourth (Which, being Maine, is like... two-esque Delawares, in my defence. Okay. Point being I'm trying), during which aforementioned hauling I was kept disgustingly busy and therefore no bueno es keyboarding.
This apology should follow quite soon enough a rectum-load of text.
God help us all <3]]
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 8:26 pm
Mistress Misanthrope [[Motherplowing Hell Dx
Sorry; family hauled me involuntarily off mid-way across the state for the Fourth (Which, being Maine, is like... two-esque Delawares, in my defence. Okay. Point being I'm trying), during which aforementioned hauling I was kept disgustingly busy and therefore no bueno es keyboarding.
This apology should follow quite soon enough a rectum-load of text.
God help us all <3]] hurray! I await happily!
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 10:33 pm
[Cabin/Corridor]
Penelope woke from her light nap as someone passed by her room. She yawned and tried to find her way to the door in the dark. Her shin met with the corner of the dresser, which made her cry out in pain. The door was much easier to find when she needed the light.
She wrenched it open and forgot her barely injured shin when her gaze fell upon Mr Finagle in a dress. Unable to contain it, Penelope burst out laughing. "Why--why are you dressed like that?!"
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