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 Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 12:20 am
NightshadeEXE strolled through the forest glen nearby to his home. His regular spark of life was slowly diming as he realized he was becoming depressed by the stale aspect of his life. He aimed his canon towards a dead branch of a nearby tree and shot. The branch splintered and all that was left was a handful of sawdust. Nightshade didn’t smile like he used to at the sight of destruction. Instead he felt empty upset over his inability to feel any joy at life’s little happiness’s. Perhaps he longed to see his sister BelladonnaEXE who seemed busy holding the leash of her Crazy Organic mate. Playing in the digital world could always lift his spirits but even the thought of adventure in the digital world filled him with dread. Nightshade just felt like he lacked the energy or the will for his regular haunts.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 9:26 pm
 Home was a place of smooth, clean lines, and pearly white surfaces, where the curves were elegant in their simplicity and the lights were soft and invitingly clean. Where angles existed only to supplement the rounded edges, and "dirt" was a bad word. This planet was nothing like that--buildings were brick, wood, and plaster rather than metal and plastic. They were surrounded by rough and unruly gardens that gardeners never touched, and the smells were a confusing miasma of organic stenches and artificial fumes. Creatures, small and gangly, crawled out of frames and foundations, and everywhere there was dust, mud, and filth.
In short, Earth was proving to be a far more interesting place than Teon Nessis's native Teggera. Ever since coming here, Teon had decided to take one new experience every other day. Last week she had seen an action movie at a cinema, eaten at a Mexican restaurant, ridden in a boat, and baked something; this week, she had swum in the river (well, waded into it, but that was a start, wasn't it?), and today she was going for a walk in the woods. Dust seemed to swirl up from her every footstep, and all around was the smell of rotting trees, animals, and leaves. Dead branches crackled when she stepped on them, and the rough and random texture of the bark was unreal. She paused by a tree to feel its bark, so grainy and--what was that?
A cannon had fired off not far away in the forest. Quickly, Teon moved in the direction of the sound, pulling a pistol out of its holster on her hip. Hiding behind a tree and keeping the weapon at the ready, she peered out from behind it at the purple noodle with the cannon on his arm.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:29 am
Nightshade's ears picked up as nearby he heard the crackling of dead branches. He made out an armed noodle and smiled wickedly-things were starting to become interesting. His nose perked up as he scented the air noting the strangers sent. He ran through his data like memories but could not place a similar smell. The scent was unusual, unearthly, un-organic and alien like. Nightshade felt himself go on guard by this potential new threat. Well he was no light weight and both his mothers had taught him a level of viciousness he could protect himself. However his cold emotionless mothers had always advised him never go into any fight lightly and always appraise the threat. Nightshade narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the mysterious noodle. Sunlight made the noodle armor appear like glittering precious stones. Nightshade felt his familiar weakness start to reveal itself. His body became motionless as he stared as the mysterious noodle shinny armor. Nightshade tried to break himself free from his fascination for shinny objects. Bringing his eyes downcast he glanced at the ground and spoke, “Did I startle you or were you merely walking by.”
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:49 am
The stranger seemed to be looking her up and down as if appraising her, though for what, Teon couldn't tell. Her best guess was that he was probably appraising her as a threat. After all, he was clearly a fighter of some level, to judge by his weaponry. She found herself fascinated by his weapon--who made it? How did it work? How powerful was it? A pile of dead branches nearby were reduced to scorched shrapnel. Powerful, then--they were both lucky it hadn't set the forest on fire. She knew just barely enough about forests to know about forest fires, reputed to be among the worst kinds of conflagrations.
But suddenly the stranger's eyes went to the ground, as if he didn't think it right to look at her. Teon's fingers involuntarily squeezed around the grip of her pistol. She didn't like that. Not at all. If her opponent knew who she was--if they were genuinely frightened or ashamed and they were willing to go without a fight--then Teon didn't mind. But she did mind strangers averting their eyes, as if there was something wrong with her, as if--
She put the pistol back in its holster, but didn't let her arm fall back to her side. Instead, she let it rest on her hip where she could easily reach her electro-whip if he should show any further signs of aggression. "No, just came to investigate the sound of a shot, see if anyone was hurt."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 6:25 pm
Nightshade tried to let the tension flow out of his body as he tried to fight the compulsion. While he deeply loved his cold emotionless mother kaderin-some traits she had left him were less then desirable. Like her gift of her pretty curly purple hair that looked beautiful on a female but when placed on nightshade just made him appear very feminine. Well Nightshade could forgive kaderin passing on the DNA for her hair. After all many noodles underestimated Nightshade thinking he was girly or he swung towards liking males. Foolish organics he smirked a little at the thought. He was a virus based noodle and above the concept of looking for a mate based on gender and besides part of him rather like being underestimated by foolish noodles because it was far easier to gain the upper hand. Still he couldn’t forgive his thief-warrior mother for her weakness towards shinning objects or the streak of longing to possess a hoard of glittery belongings. He felt the female warrior’s anger at the aversion of his eyes and knew he needed to be careful with his words. “Nobody was hurt ..well besides this dead branch. Which needed to be removed for the safety of all but I’ll admit part of my motivation for its removal was to relieve my boredom.” Nightshade tried to speak in a calm manner while he slowly gained control of his racing emotions but while he sensed the noodle in front of him was warrior bred he didn’t sense outright cruelty in her demeanor and gauged himself safe enough in her presence.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 9:02 pm
For public safety. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Suuuuuuuuuuuure. Teon couldn't help but stare at the cannon the other noodle was carrying. It sure looked nice, and she found herself wanting to try it out. How did it work? How much of a punch could it pack? Could it be adjusted for a narrower diameter, to be stronger, to be weaker? And how long between blasts? Admittedly, part of that was a bounty hunter's fascination with new weapons, and another part was wanting to be prepared should she be attacked. Oh, she was ready for a confrontation at all times, but that required actually being, y'know, ready, and part of preparedness was knowing what you were going up against.
But mostly it was just a bounty hunter's fascination with new weapons. You didn't last as an intragalactic bounty hunter for long if you clung to the weapons and traditions of your homeworld to the exclusion of all others. "Eh, the branch probably had it coming, anyway," she said. She picked it up to examine it, only for it to fall apart in her hands and crumble to the ground. Okay, not scorched, incinerated. Good Goddess, she wanted to try out that cannon. "You from around here?" she asked casually, as if she hadn't just failed to do something pointless.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 11:13 pm
“I have a little home on the outskirts of a town that is nearby but my original birth home is far away. One of my mother’s is a virus based noodle who lives part of her time in a different plane of existence with a digital world that computer based noodles have access to. Much of my time is spent on that alternative plane but since my other mother’s organic. I have to have a home on this plane to nurture the organic side of my body. “ Nightshade exe said in an a easy manner. Being part organic didn’t bother him he had grown up. As an adult he admired his cold hearted organic mother’s assassin blood-which caused his mind to think fast and his quick acting muscles to instantly react.
Sensing no aggression from the female he concentrated on his front leg and felt the metal of the canon slip away and the flesh once form. He knew if he sensed a threat he could call the canon back in a flash by morphing his flesh back into a weaponized form.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 12:14 pm
Teon stared in unabashed fascination at the way the metal melded back into flesh. How--?! Oh, right, a computer. She'd met some so-called "programs" since arriving here, and she found herself fascinated with them as well, especially with the way they claimed to be designed to help soldiers in combat. It was something else she was interested in trying out. Did this planet have no end of new wonders? Was there anything comforting and homey on all this sloshing rock? Goddess, she hoped not! Magic, ethereal planes, and now half-noodles, half-viruses with melding flesh? "Is it difficult to be part organic in a network? Or does your virus-part come out of your body to the digital world, then return to its fleshy part when it needs some attention?" She leaned against a tree. "By the way, Teon Nessis. I'm not from around here, but by that, I mean I'm from another planet. Just arrived here recently, in fact." Recently enough to have not made progress on her current assignment, but she had time enough for that. Few if any of her people had heard of this planet, so she shouldn't have too much competition.
Besides, surely a computer program--or virus--might know where she could find a computer-robot? Or the strange jet creature that had absconded with it?
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:18 pm
Nightshade though for a minute but was at a loss to how to properly explain his transformation.” It more of a genetic gift passed down through the virus side of my ancestry though my organic side does not hamper the gift. I simply have the desire to change and there is a molecular change as the atoms rearrange. I can change the size of the weapon as well but within reasonable measurements. The same theory applies for rearrangement in the network. I don’t feel any discomfort by being in the system but I can not entirely feel at home in the system so I spend my time divided between the two planes. “
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 8:21 pm
"That makes more sense than it should have any right to," Teon replied. And it did, really--it not only answered her question, even if it wasn't a full response, but it also answered her unspoken question about the melding of his gun back into his arm. Okay, so it was just a natural ability. It made more sense than all this magic garbage some of her new neighbors kept talking about. Magic might be real here, but as far as she was concerned, Clark's Third Law still stood. If it couldn't be explained, it might as well be magic. Which meant that magic was just unexplained science, and if it was unexplained, well. Someone wasn't trying very hard, now where they?
The other noodle hadn't yet given her his name. That bothered Teon, and it put her back on edge. It also excited the part of her that was always looking for the next deal. Didn't want to give his name, eh? He probably wasn't hiding something, mind you. It had probably just slipped his mind. "So, what do they call you, then?"
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