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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 6:29 pm
LucastaWhite Moon MauvianMOOD: Hungry, but cautious. Also unimpressed. ACTION: Temporarily ignoring her hunger to group up with Sessrumnir and his companions. Critiquing Sessrumnir’s capabilities. Ah, the thief.
If Ganymede’s description was accurate, at least. Lucasta was sure it was. Ganymede could be difficult, but she was not a liar.
Lucasta slowed her approach. The smell of cheese had her nose twitching. She found herself caught between being cautious around a man whose motives they knew little of, and anxious to have a taste of his snacks. It seemed others knew of him, if some of the conversation that reached her ears was any indication.
Her tail flicked with aggravation and indecision. Fortunately, she caught sight of at least one familiar face approaching the party, accompanied by a Senshi and two young Pages.
Pages they’d clearly failed, if they were asking questions like that.
“They don’t seem mean?” she scoffed at the pale one (Ephesus). “Perhaps you’d like to offer them your starseed then.”
With a judging look, Lucasta stared up at Sessrumnir.
“Have you taught them nothing?”
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 6:42 pm
LARIMAR
NEGAVERSE CAPTAIN
MOOD: ******** this ******** this!!
ACTION: Yelling at Botein; leaving the immediate area.
Larimar didn't want people looking at zem. Or - talking to zem, or perceiving zem, or -- ze was in the losing position. Looking bad. With zyr fingers cutting pale circles into the meat of zyr palm, ze looked up at the polite Senshi, and didn't feel really anything but a flood of aggression.
It drowned out the panic, a little. Fight or flight, redirected to fight. Great. Okay. Fine. That was manageable.
In practice, it meant ze made eye contact with her and snapped "Don't ******** touch me, Senshi," with all the poison it was possible to convey; if she thought it was a faction thing, that was the point. If ze could disguise it as abhorrence for everything she was, and not feeling as if ze didn't fit in zyr skin at all and was falling to pieces, then that meant Larimar didn't look so weak.
Still, it was too much; ze stalked off somewhere else for real, now, somewhere with less people, and hoped like hell the Senshi didn't follow zem. If she did, it wasn't Larimar's fault if she ended up with a stab wound. Sometimes these things happened.
CHRYSOCOLLA
NEGAVERSE ETERNAL SENSHI OF MOODS
MOOD: Frustrated. Always frustrated.
ACTION: Pondering Astraya.
First off, Chrysocolla set her feet even-stanced, trying to give herself a little more presence: there were tall aliens here, and tall humans, too, and she was not a tall girl. People weren't too likely to knock her over, she was built big, but it helped.
Astraya, Astraya... it sounded familiar. She knew she'd heard of it somewhere...
There - she located the thought, grabbed it, pulled it back. Yes! She had heard of it. But it'd been only in passing. Chrysocolla had spent a lot of her time after being recruited to the Negaverse reading documents, reading information, reading every file she found, just to know the history of the thing and so she had firm context to fall back on. It'd been in the old ones, the ones not so much about the Negaverse; some kind of place of wonder, not a Wonder, where the people had done impossible things.
It hadn't been connected to Kurma's information at all, or had anything about robots. She didn't like that. There was something at play here Chrysocolla didn't see, wasn't seeing, and it made her shoulders tense - but only a little. It was important she didn't look too stressed or upset or annoyed. She needed to look like she was in control.
FIFI (NPC)
TRINITY V3 ACE: SAPIENT MACHINE, SOMETHING TRENDY
MOOD: ??? !!! 0n0 ??
ACTION: Waiting on the carpet! Thinking thinking.
Positive?? Things seemed positive. Outlook of the organics on the news seemed generally good, except - except one who was scared-worried, tremor-voiced, so intent on Delta-T ey worried a little to see it. He didn't look aggressive!! Good, good. After all this time, repairs were scarce, sometimes; even eir casing was scratched and worn, nowhere near as shiny and clean as it'd been originally.
But that was okay!! With the trials finally passed, everything was going to be just fine!
People still seemed too wary to come closer; Fifi waved, one arm above eir head, and generated some barely-there ENTICING/PARTY noises. Cheer noises!
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 7:36 pm
AshOrder Guardian CatMOOD: Excited and Curious ACTION: Flooding Virtual Lady Clarity with questions. "Many!" Ash chirped in echo, her soft grey tail flicking excitedly. "Yes! I want to meet everyone!"
It was a terrible temptation to stay and examine Helper, but there was still so much to see. And the new robot was speaking to her! And even more, there was another, welcoming them to a party and talking about a ship? Oh, there was too much... she couldn't be everywhere at once. It wasn't fair!
As the chalice came closer, Ash bounced on her toes and held her arms out to it.
"Hello, Darling! What a beautiful thing you are, too! Oh! I'm Ash! I'm a Mauvian, if you haven't seen one of those before. Shapeshifter, feline. What's your name? You are all just so wonderful! We robots on Earth, but nothing as advanced as any of you, and nothing sentient. You are all sentient, aren't you? How many of you are there? Do you all come from the same place? How did you end up here? Oh, I do so want to meet your spaceship!" She couldn't help her babble, her flood of questions.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 8:24 pm
VynVanguard CorporalMOOD: Back to being distressed and confused. ACTION: Feeling down on himself, as always. The Knight’s (Pendour’s) reasoning was duly noted and quickly found to be disgraceful. Not having considered how her magic might spread to others was negligent. Imposing foreign emotions on a friend, even with good intentions, was manipulative.
Vyn did not like her, nor would he forgive her. She went on to speak to her friend of the Commodore as if she had any right to call him by name. To acknowledge him that way, from someone who clearly thought poorly of him, seemed disparaging.
The Commodore had made mistakes. He likely would again, though Vyn hoped they would not be quite so considerable next time. The Commodore was, despite Vyn’s praise and lingering admiration, imperfect, but he was not a monster. He was a good man who found himself in an untenable situation, with no clear answers or easy choices, after centuries spent caring for and protecting their people.
Vyn would like to see any of these White Moon soldiers try to do better.
He would like to see some of his own people try to do better.
So far, no one measured up.
“Leave them to themselves,” he said to Aliez, and whoever else might be willing to listen to him. The White Moon was not their concern until they made themselves one.
Already, others were breaking away from the group. Nessaela wandered off after one of the robots. Itztenoch followed her. Vyn had advised them all to stick together, but… well, he supposed going off in pairs was acceptable. They could cover more ground that way, if they intended to gather further information about this place. As long as no one went off alone…
They were safer together.
Vyn frowned, his grip on his blaster tight at his side. He did not feel suited to his rank. He would never command the sort of respect the Commodore did. Even King Caedus managed better, and he was barely a King at all.
“Astraya,” Vyn said, glancing toward the welcome party. His brow creased, and he looked between those closest to him. “That can’t be true.”Quote: Still around the main group of the Vanguard, but I didn't want to quote wall everyone when he isn't doing much! Feel free to interact, of course! heart
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 8:29 pm
AlastorEternal Deep Space Senshi of Despair MOOD: Agitated/Trying to stay calm ACTION: Passing Ephesus a snack and talking to him and Lucasta, with Amarynthos and Sessrumnir Alastor had immediately bristled, first because Sessrumnir had identified the person who desecrated, who looted Sessrumnir’s wonder. His face twisted into a steely expression of disdain, and he immediately honed in on Almadel as if he intended to march over and have words with him. Maybe he’d speak with his fists.
But–
Sessrumnir’s necklace swirled with his mix of angry emotions, but Alastor seemed like he was quickly trying to suppress his own anger. He didn’t want to set a bad example for the boys. No matter how much he wanted to know what the thief had been doing in someone’s Wonder, what he’d been doing snooping, what else he’d taken, he knew this wasn’t the time or place. There were too many unknowns.
The boys were here, anyway.
There were too many people around. He couldn’t afford to be reckless.
“Be nice,” he said to the Mauvian instinctively, and there was something like a bit of warning in his voice. It was only partly for her--for Ephesus' sake, but mostly he was still regarding Almadel with agitation and displeasure. “We’ve had a long night.”
And yet, it felt like it had only just begun.
He reached into his subspace and extracted a granola bar, passing it to Ephesus. “I’ve got more, if you’re hungry, just let me know. Don’t trust anyone you don’t know right now, no matter how friendly they might seem.”
He spoke gently to Ephesus, because he didn’t want him to be worried or have hurt feelings about any of this. He was friendly–too friendly, sure, but he wasn’t going to try and scare the goodness out of him. He was here to make sure no one from Chaos got to him, he could look after him for now.AmarynthosPage of the Moon MOOD: Curious/Optimistic ACTION: Holding Ephesus' hand, standing with Alastor and Sessrumnir and talking to Lucasta Amarynthos was naturally curious, so talking robots, aliens, and chatty cats were all on his list of things that were great. But, he was naturally defensive when it came to Ephesus and Sessrumnir, and this cat was picking on his two favorite people here.
“Why would he give them his starseed?” he asked, looking down at her. She looked so soft and pretty and she had such a big bow and ugh he’d heard about Mauvians but he’d never seen one. She looked as beautiful as the one Ephesus always described.
“Sessrumnir’s teaching us everything, there’s just a lot to learn. And they aren’t seeming very mean,” he pointed out. “Some of them are hugging and laughing. It’s just weird, right? We know they’re bad.”
He squeezed Ephesus’ hand reassuringly. “And dangerous. We’re going to be careful, we’ve already had some bad run ins. Have you, too?” he asked, because if he was being honest she seemed a little stressed out and he did not want Ephesus to feel bad. He stepped a little closer and rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand. “Is that why you’re worried about us being safe, too?”
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 9:00 pm
AliezVanguard CorporalMOOD: Heavy hearted and confused. ACTION: Speaking to the Vanguard around him. Requesting a favor from Neryn. “Fangnyl,” Aliez greeted quietly, relieved that he was okay, but distressed that he was stuck in this place with them. “I am unsure. We are apparently being welcomed to Astraya, but…” He glanced over at Vyn, agreeing with his sentiment. Surely there was a mistake. Mistranslation, maybe. He didn’t want to assume things, but.
Even after Vyn tried keeping them all together, there were some that were wandering off. Aliez hoped it was because they were just hoping to cover more ground, but there was a heaviness in his chest.
They’d all been so close once. They’d all trained together. They’d traveled together. They’d been chosen by Velencya -- by the Commodore for this mission.
Velencya was dying. The Commodore was dying. And they were stuck at Astraya of all places.
He felt the heat in his eyes, not sure if he was glad the Commodore wasn’t there with them, or if he just desperately wanted to see him again. If they were stuck there, for how long? Would the Commodore worry? Would he try to look for them? He’d promoted many of them -- and yet the unknown of Earth had fractured them.
Back on Velencya, they would have been a community, an unstoppable force of Velencians who kept each other safe. Here…? He could see the dejection in Vyn’s expression. He could see the others still around them, unsettled by both Squires’ magic that affected them. He was glad his shield had managed to protect Fangnyl.
He stood up a little straighter and blinked the heat from his eyes away. This wasn’t the time, and definitely not the place.
For a moment, he reached out to place a hand on Vyn’s arm. It was meant to be a supportive, comforting gesture, but he soon lowered his hand so as not to distract Vyn if he needed to use his weapon. Vyn was doing his best. More than could be said of many of the others. Vyn was more of a Vanguard Corporal than Aliez could ever be.
“We will find out how we can get home. Maybe they will have information on how to help Velencya,” Aliez said to both Vyn and Fangnyl, and nodded to Andreiya and Naeria, to Fae-Fae and Caelyna (although they seemed a little distracted).
Even to Neryn, although she had not chosen to stand by the Commodore’s side after the battle on the hill, she was still Velencian. And to any of the others who might be paying attention.
“Stay close in case we need to defend each other, but let’s try to find out more information about where we are, exactly. And why our arrival was foretold. Maybe… maybe they have answers that we need. Let’s not waste this. Does that sound okay?” he asked them, knowing he was usually only around for medical emergencies, but he cared about all of them, and he was desperate to save their home, to save their families and friends still back on Velencya.
He didn’t immediately go to find one of the robots to talk to, letting the others pick if they wanted to find more answers like Nessaela had gone to do, and instead turned to Neryn.
“The Commodore is dying,” he said softly, his voice cracking a little with unbecoming emotion. Aliez cleared his throat and composed himself.
“I’m sorry, I just… I don’t know if anyone told you but… if you could… if you see them, could you tell the others? Aeleas, Lixian, Vaylin, Valnyr… and Caedus… please. If we don’t all work together to save our home, the Commodore will die with it. I don’t want Caedus to die, so… if we can find another way…”
He kept his eyes down, because he knew Vyn and probably Andreiya would easily take Caedus’ starseed the moment they could. And Aliez knew he should too -- there were so many lives at stake, but maybe if Caedus knew, he would work even harder to find an alternative. Quote: Anyone else near the rest of the Vanguard!
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 9:02 pm
LourdesVenus SquireMOOD: Shaken ACTION: If Lourdes heard anything the aliens told her, she did nothing to show it. Instead, she leaned heavily on her arms and tried to forget the color of her old uniform and the weight of the iron mace in her hands. That glimpse of who should could have been had she not been save was more than enough. As though the nightmares weren't still doing enough damage. She tried to anchor herself to Pendour's voice, tried to follow her instructions, but the edges of her vision were going dark and her heart was racing. Everything the alien and Pendour said made sense. It would be like holding Lourdes accountable for what the negaverse did... except that she didn't stay loyal to the negaverse. When she realized what they were, she renounced them. When she finally saw the lie, she left. She couldn't say the same for the aliens. When her breathing finally steadied, Lourdes rose and dusted off her uniform as best she could. Reality landed on her, cooling her head enough for shame to set in. She knew she'd acted poorly, to say the least. She knew that this would get back to her Brigade. She knew she'd have to answer for it. And she knew she'd probably have to work with these aliens to get back. A deep fluish was creeping up her neck to her cheeks, coloring her ears deep scarlet as well. She turned away, hiding her face in a fall of her hair and turned away. "They still answer to him, though," she muttered simply, turning her attention to the robots scuttling around her. Her mind was still racing with doubt. Uncertainty about the aliens' presence. Doubt in her own ability given what had just happened. The robots were something else to focus on for the time being. Sailor Moira]Basic White Moon SenshiMOOD: Suddenly very curious ACTION: Talking to Meissa and Fantasia while walking over to Fanny, Itztenoch, and Nessaela. Moira nodded and pulled herself away from Meissa. She wiped at her fuku where she had moistened with her tears whispering her apology. She "Oh... while coffee with you does sound lovely... it's not that. I could have had it and still would have lost it. I just... I just want to go home." There was a beat then, while Moira seemed to be considering something, and then she plastered a smile that did not reach her eyes onto her face. "But you're right. Breaking down won't get us home. And you're also right that this place is... very interesting." She finally looked around for the first time. The place was... beautiful to say the least. Haunting as well. Had Moira opted to come here, she might have enjoyed it. Looking around she noticed a bit of a commotion away from the Squire attacking the aliens. Another alien seemed to be working with a robot and Moira noticed something distinct about it. Well, not so much noticed but... felt... "Meissa... that... that robot..." "I feel it too," Fantasia confirmed, hopping off of Moira's shoulders. "Shall we investigate?" Moira considered the cat and the robot for a long moment before she nodded. She took Meissa's hand gently and led her and Fantasia towards the robot and the aliens. "Excuse me," she said softly. "Do you know this robot?" FantasiaOrder MauvianMOOD: Also interested ACTION: Trying to protect Moira and now Meissa Fantasia's purring soon became genuine to some degree with Meissa's scratching. It became even more genuine when Meissa succeeded in calming Moira down. Fantasia had to agree with both of them. This place was interesting. It felt almost... impossible. A floating island under a magical dome in space. But then again... most things in Fantasia's life have felt impossible since she "came to" in that shelter. "Meissa... that... that robot..." Moira's voice suddenly cut through her wondering. She followed the line of Moira's finger and saw the small robot currently communing with the two aliens. In that moment, Fantasia felt that familiar tugging sensation, pulling her towards that robot. "I feel it too," Fantasia confirmed, hopping off of Moira's shoulders. "Shall we investigate?" Moira nodded and led the way, with Fantasia taking up the tail. Upon arrival, she let Moira speak with the aliens while she investigated the robot. She sniffed it gently, causing another jump from the mechanism as the hose, previously placed so carefully in the body cavity, to spring back out. the robot tucked it back away and turned it's attention to the cat, it's screen displaying eyes wide with curiosity. LogosDark Mirror SuperMOOD: Irritated ACTION: Branching off on her own Logos ignored whatever else Murkabushi and his group were saying and wandered off on her own. Somewhere within the party was a man that she recognized from various descriptions of people from the recent Star Festival. A Merchant of sorts... Logos largely ignored him. Mostly because some decorative motifs looked... familiar to Logos. Scroll work along some of the walls stood out and tickled a memory that she struggled to find. Where had she seen it? Why did it look so familiar. A look of profound thought shadowed Logo's face as she searched and searched her memories. Where had she been when she saw it? Like a rubber band snapping back into shape, she suddenly recalled. The scroll work had appeared on some debris in mirrorspace some time ago. Logos hadn't through much of it at the time but... but now... Color drained from her face as she realized the connection. Was this place... part of mirrorspace? Tied to it in some way? Her mine began working at dizzying speeds and she had to touch her fingertips to her temples to still her racing throughs. Deep breath, Logos. First step, recon.Glancing around her to ensure no one would miss her, Logos slipped away from the group to investigate another part of the city. Fannygardn-R, Personal Home Farm EquipmentMOOD: Curious ACTION: Investigating Fantasia Fanny jumped slightly when Nessaela grabbed a hold of them, eight spider legs scrambling in the air before they were set back down on something solid. They were trembling slightly, frightened eyes shifting one way and then the other before settling on Nessaela, her offering, and finally, the tools that Fanny had launched from their body cavity in their excitement. Cautiously, with a blush spready across their screen, they began taking tools one at a time and packing them back in carefully. After a short moment, they began beeping again, at first cautiously, and then with increasing excitement. While Nessaela would never understand what Fanny was trying to say, it was clear by the fading blush and the happiness in the eyes on her screen that she was coming back out of her sudden shell. At the mention of fixing their hatch, however, the beeping stopped and the eyes went wide with surprise. It would seem that Fanny had never considered that possibility. It had just... always happened when they got too excited. A moment later, their eyes were shut tight in an invisible smile and she nodded her body cavity in agreement. And then they felt something wet on her side. They jumped again, their hose springing back out in that surprise, and noticed another organic at her side. This one looked very different that the bipedal organics. And she was sniffing Fanny. They packed their hose away carefully and turned their attention to the other, quadrupedal organic, just as curious as she was.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 1:00 am
TIKAL
Page of Ganymede
MOOD: going from dour to apprehensive
ACTION: still sorta trying to help Terebellum de-crisisTikal had, of course, not seen the followers of Chaos until she had gotten closer to the senshi on the ground, and resolutely ignored them. They were leaving by the time she got there, and she didn't think it was wise to start any more fights in this area. There was a party off in that direction--would their hosts, if that's what they were, tolerate a disruption to it? The robots were probably benign. Probably. Maybe. Something had to have teleported them all this way, after all. She didn't push the senshi to respond yet, settling back on her heels and taking a look around. At that moment, one of the aliens came through the throng of people and approached them. She looked up at him, an eyebrow raised in silent inquiry, a clear, 'who the hell are you?'. a-disgruntled-dragon Tikal is still not very charismatic sry
Vanguard Cadet
MOOD: alright this is getting a bit weird for his comfort--
ACTION: checking on Terebellum with Tikal, eyeballing the party layout and AlmadelYddagen had had to get away from the noise, from the splashes of water. He was loathe to split from Lysvi, but the area was small enough that he was fairly certain he couldn't lose his twin in the crowd. As soon as he took a step to the side, he saw an order page--which allegiance, he wasn't quite sure off of the top of his head-- The robot with the scuffs and tarnishes caught his attention, and Yddagen paused in his motions to hear what it--he?--was saying. Their arrival was foretold? A minute frown crossed his face. He was not terribly sure how good that made him feel. If his time reading stories on Earth had taught him anything, it was that prophecies were rarely a favourable thing... And that this was the Astraya he'd vaguely heard about did not help. The myths of Astraya were, to his understanding, exactly, precisely, and only that. Myths. Nothing more. A reality that matched the stories was too good to be true, and Yddagen was tiring of things feeling too good to be true. For now, he would wait before approaching the party. For now, he turned his attention to the order page sitting in front of a senshi from the deep cosmos--evidenced by the teal skin, to start. He saw the page make a face at him, but he didn't register what, precisely, the expression was or what it meant. It didn't mean much to him in general if she wasn't going to make herself a threat to him. "Do you require medical assistance?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 1:04 am
Encke
Transcendent Eternal Senshi of Plasma
MOOD: wtf
ACTION: Literally watching everyone, Pendour, Basiluzzo, and Viatrix just a bit tighter.Viatrix
Order Mauvian, Bonded to Encke
MOOD: Hold up is the ship alive?!
ACTION: Following Basiluzzo's cautious lead and then someEncke saw Basiluzzo's gaze of alarm and ultimately found himself returning it. So much for them not getting separated, though at least it seemed the squire was listening and calming down and the ire that Velencian had been aiming at Pendour seemed to at least not be aimed directly at her anymore. Pendour would be alright. He trusted her. And yet-- "You're not always right about it," insisted Viatrix again, to Encke's slightly harder gaze and a quirk of his brow. She rolled her eyes in response, with a quiet, "Yeah, yeah, you said more often than not." She let him have that one, partially because Basiluzzo was wandering a bit closer to the party too, and partially because she was very curious about the party. Were there legitimately living machines over there? Living? She followed him, which, naturally, left Encke looking at his feet and wondering if he should stay put like Kurma had said or if he should just follow and make sure no one got themselves in trouble. It was that one he decided on, eyes still darting to Pendour, and now Basiluzzo, and now Viatrix-- Wait. Was that " Almadel?" Encke's brows lifted. When did he get here-- Viatrix did like Almadel and his very cool Mauvian GPS that he had given her that she was trying to standardize into a senshi phone app, and she waved brightly at him, but her attention was taken almost entirely by what the other robot said. Wait. If they were alive, and the robot wanted to take it to see the ship so it could see them, was the ship alive? Without much of another thought, Viatrix's feet carried her ahead of Basiluzzo as she ran at the party and Almadel and its apparently living robots. Encke would have cursed a few times under his breath, but it was cut off by the name Astraya."Did you hear the rumours our ambassador returned with?"
"About that place Astraya?"
"Supposedly they got that eternality s**t figured out--"He stepped alongside Basiluzzo and murmured, "I know that name." A pause. "Or I did, anyway."
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 1:22 am
Lysvi
Velencian Cadet
MOOD: Guess our academies got the myth part wrong.
ACTION: Shouting after YddagenStole his girlfriend? Really? He was still on that? As the sibling love and affection faded to general loving background noise, and other things started happening, and the humans seemed to be handling themselves, Lysvi leveled Yddagen with A Look, which they filled in the gaps with, " Oh please," which they would have added more to if the corporals and their apparent hosts weren't talking. Astraya? Really? They had learned of that myth in school. Even translated a couple of texts that backed up the apparent mythological theory. Except it clearly wasn't a theory at all because they were clearly on Astraya. If half the myths were true, even half, the corporals were right that there may be something useful there, they'd just have to find it -- wait, was Yddagen leaving? Lysvi shouted after him, "Can't steal a girlfriend you never had!" And with that solid twin last word, they wandered a bit closer to the party to try and do some reconaissance.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 2:10 am
Home Helper
Sapient Machine, Something Domestic (NPC)
MOOD: Proud of its work
ACTION: Chatting with Ash and Clarity, pointing out FifiHearing that it had been helpful brought a bloom of pride into everything from its wheels to its tentacles. Not a problem, Clarity! Do let me know if you need any other assistance!It remained patient as Clarity neared and showed her face to Ash. Yes, a personal assistant would be useful to this apparent "Mauvian" shapeshifting organic. By the same measure, though, it had been asked to show Ash more robots. What was the right response here? An interruption was likely what the organics considered rude even if a task was being fulfilled. It spun in a circle on its wheels as it thought and Ash asked Clarity many questions. Clarity would be pleased! Its lights flashed across its surface as it offered, to Ash, when the organic finally took a moment of breath that was unnecessary to it. "We are several! There is another of us over there," it used a tentacle to gesture in Fifi's direction, spotting the way ey waited patiently. "Clarity can assist with your curiosity, I am certain!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 5:50 am
NPC Friender
A Friend: Quadrupedal Mammal-Shaped Healer.
MOOD: Friendly (♡ ´･ᴗ･ `♡)
ACTION: Making an Entrance. Ready to Friend! Delta-T had appeared, and Friender felt oh so very late to arrive, caught with nubbed metal claw over freshly rolled red carpet, and was awed at all those who'd arrived. *So many friends of so many types!!!*New sounds, and loud voices, and life. Real Life. Friender hadn't made a new friend in soo long...and set out to do so, quickly as his limbs would carry him. Pausing briefly by an old friend in passing. Friender tucked their nose against Fifi's bright pink casing; an enigmatic flashing of lights across it's houndlike faceplate slowly pixelated into a bright smile and heart-shaped eyes. Friender increased the nudge, once, twice, a third time. Gentle as a buzzy bee touching down on a flower. Encouraging. Friender liked Fifi's noises, they were good noises, the best noises ever! Surely Fifi would be beloved by all ey encountered. Ey simply had to take that first step.Friender decided to lead by example! Set their tail to 'wag mode', and bounded out into the crowd. Daekie @ passing by Fifi encouragingly! Quote: Friender is available for Friending!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 9:19 am
Botein
Senshi of Amulets
MOOD: Sad, like a puppy who had just been kicked
ACTION: Meeting up with Meissa, Moira, & FantasiaShe hadn't touched them, had given them space to be aware that there was another person there, and then... they yelled at her. They cursed at her! Honestly Botein was more hurt from being cursed at then yelled at. That kind of language was just not needed at all let alone directed at her. It hurt, a lot. She didn't like it at all, but there was also nothing she could do about it since the person just up and ran away. They needed help but the turned it down. Sadly there wasn't anything more she could do about it. Yes she could have chased after them but honestly Botein didn't want to be cursed at again, and besides they turned down the offer of help. Forcing help on them is just rude. With a sigh and a shake of her head the senshi turned away from the direction the darkly clothed person ran off to, she just hopped they didn't get into any further trouble. Botein faced the larger cluster of people, and now robots, and decided that maybe sticking with familiar faces would be for the best. It took a few moments but she finally found the duo and made her way over, only to find that the duo was a trio since there was a cat there too, and they were talking to others too. Maybe they wouldn't want her there just like the person from before... "Um, hi?" She said quietly, her normal bubbly self nowhere to be seen. She really was quite out of her depth at that moment. tefla ((Its been a while but she hadn't forgotten about ya'll)) Shiningamisgirl ((Botein is joining the growing crowd ^.^' )) Daekie ((She was only trying to help XD )) ====::===::==== Mlinzi
Order Guardian Cat
MOOD: FOOD????
ACTION: Begging for foodSo Mel had gotten a little distracted from his hunt for snackies, like seriously who wouldn't get distracted by a robot ralphing up tools or a fancy cup looking thing turning into a see through lady? Like really! It was so fascinating! So it took a bit longer then it should have before the large guardian cat caught wind, quite literally, of the great and powerful scent of melty-gooey-greatness that was cheese. His nose led him to a fellow in purple. Lots of purple. Maybe too much purple. Personally Mel liked gold more but hey, to each their own. "Hey? Hey! Down here!" He cried up at the tall fellow, meowing plaintively while patting at his coat. "Spare some cheese? Maybe some of the other stuff you have there too? Really anything will do, I'm practically starving down here!" Mel dramatically flopped over on his side, pretending to 'die' from hunger, only to sit up and eye the tin man robot who mentioned something about a ship. "Is there food on this ship of yours? What kind of food? Can I have some? Do you have sushi? Sushi is the best! Its just so good!" He rambled and asked the tin man, even while he didn't move from the purple guy who had the cheese. The promise of future food did not trump the food of here and now. The Space Cauldron ((Spare some cheese for a cat?)) cibarium ((Does the ship have food???))
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 10:55 am
Virtual Lady Clarity
Model Type: Holographic Personal Assistant
MOOD: What are these furry beings? I wish I could touch them.
ACTION: Answer mode activated!Virtual Lady Clarity reached down to pet the cat as he passed. But her hand passed right through him. She looked to her hand sadly as the furry being passed her by. “Ash. Designation: Mauvian; sub-designation: shapeshifter, feline. Name and designation registered.” Her eyes flitted to Ash. She noted the ears and tail that was the same as the smaller being she had tried to touch. “I am Virtual Lady Clarity. Designation: holographic personal assistant. You may call me Clarity if you so desire. We are sentient. However, we do not know when we acquired that sub-designation. We are many. We all come from different spaces and times. I was assigned on the Moon. Our spaceship took us here. Delta-T can tell you more about our ship.”All of this she said as if reading from a manual. But then, after a moment, she added tentatively as if suddenly not sure of herself. “Does that being share your designation?”Her eyes light up for a moment as she looked to Mlinzi.
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 1:13 pm
Itztenoch
Vanguard Cadet
MOOD: Coming to his senses.
ACTION: Eying the ever growing crowd of new 'friends'.There was a familiar children's nursery rhyme that came to mind for all of this, though actually? It was far closer to a whole book than a rhyme, where the pictures grew larger and larger still as the elderly farmer-type woman continued to swallow more and more creatures in order to chase out what ailed her. Spiders to chase flies, dogs to catch cats, horses to catch cows; to a prevailing chorus of 'perhaps she'll die!' Until she had become dead. Children's rhymes were always the most wonderfully informative things! Tenochs mind whirred with a the memory of sitting down to read it once in the corner of a dusty library after-dark. It was the only thing he could seem to think of, as the designated host showed itself; speaking of ships and mythical cities. Because much like most nursery rhymes? Astraya was a myth. They were being played... He just didn't know how, and he quickly forgot to ask once he felt Nessa stop in front of him. Spotting One Senshi, Another, A Cat, Another, A spiderlike contraption with a boxy body and softly blushing face....then the crowd grew...leaving Tenoch to haul on the breaks as nearly slammed into Nessa from behind as he realized they were center mass of curios onlookers lobbing questions; if he twisted round he could still see their team, huddled pack of safety paces and paces back. Vyn and Aliez had them, everything was under control, they'd be fine. Paired up as he and Nessa were? Maybe they could bring something valuable back info wise. So long as everyone seemed to remain friendly. "Hello..." offered in order to acknowledge the tentative 'hi' from the brightly colored one, watching as Nessa worked her magic with the creature that'd curled nearly catlike into her embrace in order to be fixed. She was concentrating on her task, clearly, so it was fine if he answered "The designated host called this one 'Fanny', though we haven't been properly introduced. Nessa is simply being helpful...."
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