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 Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:34 pm
[[The fact that this RP has already clutched violently my heartstrings and by consquence has had me reaching for a sketchbook to unhealthy extents of musing is concerning.
I'm pretty sure I am going to be a future contributer to the OOC/Art gallery thread. Future here meaning that I've already a number of established sketches being stuffed into the scanner.]]
[Galley]
"Oi-- Ma'am, what's your name?"
Something about societal standardized ettiqute in greeting a stranger in the palmar creases of her left hand; those younger than herself surely would have lost themselves within the trifold-godess caught in limber-limbo somewhere in between attempting to follow one's Heartline or Headline- Did she listen to either?
...How old was she, again?
"You look a bit dazed.."
Dazed, dazed, dazed; it's the craze, craze, craze~
Melanin's lips swiveling, though the universal clicking of recognition remained absent under visible acid apple globe, substituting human communication with internal ruminations over instances in which sadism proved beneficial to the progress of science.
Which, incidentally, upon a moment's contemplation, was resulted in the establishment that rarely significant scientific achievement is accomplished without slighted or pronounced grattification from others pain, if not ortherwise a slighted or prounounced callousness in regards to the human condition.
A' for Effort, Einstein!
When Melanin proceeded to place her palm upon the endearingly boney hinging of The Kannibal's shoulder, and mouth-speak reassurance, however, outside reality proved persistance in its delusions.
"You'll be Alright."
...Exchange of physical contact and assumptions of physical recovery, a curious thing, really.
...An irrational thing, really.
...Was she really in a position to really judge what should be accepted as irrational, really?
...She had been asked a question, hadn't she?
Choppy, sloppy flow in the rising, juggernaut in the disconcertingly long canine teeth rather the battefield; how the remaining iris shone. Singular sun in the shade of an LSD frequenter; an acid apple, indeed.
But a sun is still a sun, of course, and naturally should by no means be directly stared into for health concerns.
Careless of taking incentive of registering whom exactly she was conversing,
Statuesque, feline, mutedly emaciated, albinistic-tressed, eyepatch sporting, acid apple-eyed woman pirreoutted out of sitting and bowed.
Rust-saprano so spake; a hazy Zarathustra.
"Atashi, Watashi, Jibun, Wirchleich--- I exist currently as The Kannibal~"
Flash-flicker-flutter-butterfly gaze skyward. Found the latest prey's facial symmetry. "
Grinned.
Noah's Ark in the Red sea;
Crossover. Crossover. Crossover.
Grime over the Mirror of Time- it won't remain~
Politicians stick to dog-whistle ploys, leaders to toys, toys , toys,
I am the only Human in existance-!
True carnivores digest the trickiest of all Meat,
because Everyone knows You Are What You Eat.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:02 am
[labs]
Silas sat on the rubble, one foot resting on the dead lizard's neck. He had pulled his sword out and was now wiping it clean non-chalantly. Turning his head, he watched the struggling Captain.
"Would you like some help?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 10:06 am
[Cabin Hallway/In front of Penelope's door]
He froze. The fact that somebody caught him in his moment of utter humiliation made all of the colours in his face drain except a rather bright shade of red.
"I err......umm. This...was the...um...the cleanest thing...I had to wear?" He could quietly feel his dignity slipping away to the winds. His manly reputation, if he had any on this ship withered away into nothing. It felt as if his gut was being shred into tiny bits from the dread.
Then his stomach rumbled loudly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 4:13 pm
[rather broken labroatory of the construct king, Dr Steinken franz]
as the snake stopped thrasing, Dan perched on wuneyes shoulder. "Looks like our fighting is done, Silas" The bear and ape were still tearing into naught, with out much sucess at stopping it. the bears paws were being torn up from the sharp bits in naughts hide, but the ape seemd to not be harmed. Dan noticed the gray craggy 'skin' of the creatures hands and feet. the feet just as nimble as hands. the rock like skin must be a great protection. Taking a moment to study his arm a bit, the captain notices that the elbow and shoulder joints fit as easily as a normal joint should. the gun was running on some sort of energy, it took a bit to recharge between shots, (though faster than a rifel needed to reload) and didnt run out. the charge effect was another bonus. even in times of toruble, fate always dropped some small gift on him. being captured kidnapped and almost operated on, he still was given a weapon to fight back.
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the bear's strikes were beginning to slow. What ever it had been tearing at was so cold it had started to make it sleepy. in a half daze it bumped into the now exposed cooling system and got a full face and chest of frozen fur. tipping at the sudden weight and the sudden instinctual urge to sleep, it fell to the floor and began to snore.
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daniel noticed that sylvian an dher clanks were disabling each of the constructs with out much damage to them. looking at the mess he his team had made of the other two, he felt no remorse. the freak in the ape suit could make new ones or fix these, he didnt have the luxury of great knowledge. he was a soldier so he took down his opponent hard and fast.
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Franz howled in frustration and anger. he was being outwitted at every turn. hes reptiles were destroyed, and his mammals were disabled. leaping onto naught's chest, he dove his feet and one hand into naught. ripping the machinery away from the core and keeping his limbs spread, he thrust his remaining hand into the chest and tore out the glimmer of gold armor.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:22 pm
~ labs ~
Sylvian allows Naught to release her as she is pulled free and following through with the motion she drives an armored toe between the ape-man's wide spread legs.
Meanwhile, Naught pulls himself into shape and aims a hammer blow down toward Steinkie's head.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:34 pm
(( I so want to see your drawings!! ))
[galley]
Alexandria stared at the Kannibal,
"Currently exist as? Did you used to be someone else dear?" she paused, and went over was the woman had just said, "who is the prey...?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:57 am
[Corridor]
Penelope's laughter stopped when she realized how embarassed Mr Finagle was. She fell quiet and her gaze dropped to the floor. "I--I'm sorry, that was rude of me." If he wanted to wear a dress, she wouldn't shame him about it. The grumbling of his stomach brought her attention back to the man in front of her.
"I think there may be some spare clothes in one of the unused rooms, not all of the boxes of stuff left were scrap metal. If you'd like, I'll get you some dinner while you look...so no one else has to see you." she offered.
((Me too!))
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:50 am
[Hallway]
"Its okay, I would laugh to....speaking of spare rooms, is next door spare?" He scratches head head nervously. "And have you seen Mochi? He wasn't in my room when I woke up."
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 1:25 am
((I'm so sorry I'm so behind!! But i ranked first in the Art's listings, and I've been having emotional problems. ^^UU If someone could fill me in i would be more than grateful. ^^))
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 10:40 pm
[Corridor]
Penelope knocked on the door next to hers, waited for a second to see if someone answered, opened it and looked around inside, then threw the door open wide. "Nobody's living in here, yet." She tried to remember the last time she had seen the little dog. "No, I don't suppose I've seen Mochi anywhere. I'll keep an eye out for him, he can't have gone far."
With that, Penelope left Mr Finagle to look in the room she had opened, and any other that he chose to look in, and went up to the galley to fetch him some dinner.
((Akira: You're really not far behind at all. Your characters joined those who were in the galley, and at the top of this page the Kannibal (Mistress Misanthrope) responded to your character's question, then Alexanrdia (Tok) asked her another question. Nothing else has happened there.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:34 am
[labs]
"Well, amusement is gone, yes? We need more..." Reaching into his coat, Silas pulled out a silver container and screwed open the top, taking a gulp from it. Holding it in the air, Lucien landed and took a sip before flying back up to the safety of the rafters. He smiled, winking at the Captain.
"Only a piffle! Would you like some? I do believe Sylvian has this one sorted." He threw the flask at the Captain. "1879. Southern Comfort. Cost me a fortune but it's damn good stuff."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 1:36 pm
{labs}
Catching the offered flask, Daniel looks wistfully at the bottle, but tosses the flask back. "I'm afraid my current anatomy does not allow for anything stronger than water. But I thank you for your offer. I wouldnt count the crazy monkey out just yet, sparks always have a backup plan that causes all kinds of problems."
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The ape grunted as the armored foot met his nether regions, but what sylivain had hit was not as sensitive as it should have been, the area in question was in fact a toughened plane of hide, lacking certain features.
"I may have given my toys too many animal parts, but i am a man too. I have felt a woman's scorn before, and i do not make the same mistake twice in similar instances. In fact I -HURK!" Caught monologueing, franz receives a blow to the back of his head from naught. dropping sylvian he staggers a moment before falling to his paws. shaking his head, he tries to get back up yet receives a swift kick from a boot shaped appendage that had sprouted from the amalgamative monster. crashing into the section of wall that the mutate switch had been installed the apes body disables whatever emitter and reverts back to a badly beaten up human.
"Ow." is all the madboy can say before passing out. the other constructs revert back to the muscle bound forms they had once been.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 2:56 pm
~ Labs ~
Sylvian looks down at the fallen madboy and gets a cheshire cat grin.
She strides purposefully to a nearby chemical table, selects a glass-chambered hypodermic syringe, and draws a few ounces of clear liquid into it. Leaving the container out on the table, its label boldly proclaims its contents to be Sulfuric Acid.
She turns back to Steinkie and pushes his inert body face-down roughly with her toe. Then she raises the syringe to Daniel and Silas, saying, "Cheers, boys."
Then with clear intent she lowers the needle to the man's spine, right between his shoulder blades...
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 8:20 am
[labs]
With a slight squint, almost as though it was a hallucination from the strong whiskey hitting his system, he stared intently at the label - blurred as it was - as Sylvian slowly inserted the needle into the spine.
"Drinking via lumbar puncture? How fascinating. What a lovely twist on a last meal or a cigarette. Cheers, and good health." With that, Silas drank, as Sylvian pushed down on the syringe, sending the deadly acid into the scientist's nervous system.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 1:27 pm
[lab]
with a great spasm, Franz flops around. his nerves quite literally aflame. with a rather nasty snap and a pop, his head disconnects from the rest of the body. rolling under a table, it sprouts several spider like appendages and scuttles into a chute.
"that was disturbing....both him and you Ms. Bruno." Daniel says walking over. he looks at silas for a moment, then orders Wuneye to gently carry the sodden noble. "It seems that drink is a bit too strong for you, my adventurous friend."
a thought struck him, how could he fly the Khaos with only one hand? the other hand ended in a blaster and would not be able to grip the helm.
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