Welcome to Gaia! ::

Tiponi stood in front of her house with her jacket. Snuggling the furr hood on it.

Suddenly there was a burst of incomprehensible sound and a flash of energy that warped the air. The energy seemed to expand for a minute, then burst like a bubble, flinging a Namir into the ground. The Namir tumbled across the ground before coming to a stop against a tree. She sat up quickly, Staking her head to clear it as she yelled, "Hey Rucipher! Watch where you're throwing that magic!" When she realizes that she only hears the soft sounds of a forest around her, she looks up and surveys her surroundings. Looking puzzled, she reached up one paw to scratch her head...then freezes when her paw meets an ear. She runs her paw up it's length, then grabs it and pulls it and pulls it down to look at. Then she notices she has a paw and not a hand. Quickly she looks over herself, looking especially startled at the long tail she now possesses. Then she sits and digests this all for a moment before yelling, "Dammit, I'm fuzzy again!"

Tiponi's eyes widdend at the sudden burst of sound and energy "@__@ What the?" and saw something flung to the ground. Being the curious namir she was, started to where it had landed.

Scar's ears twitched as she heard footsteps crunching in the snow nearby, and she quickly looked over to see an unfamiliar quadrupedal creature...who was about her size. She blinked, looking surprised, then opened her mouth to speak but only said, "Uh..."

Tiponi stopped a little ways from the new female. Gasping, she ran the rest of the way and looked at her jacket with admiring eyes. "OoooO! Cool jacket! Can I have it =D? It sure would look good on me."

Scar stared for a moment, slightly surprised that the other creature could talk. But stranger things had happened, and in retrospect she herself seemed to be the same kind of creature and could also talk. Turning her min to the question, she said, "Uh, my vest? I kinda like it, and I don't know where I could get a new one anyway...By the way, where am I?"

Tiponi gave a humph and sat down "Andits so lovely too. Oh well, I'll just ask mommy for one. She could never resist me." More talking to herself then the other. Her ear perked as she was asked a question "Eh? This is the Island of Namiah. Hey, why did you go flying through the air just to hit the ground so hard? Seems like a silly thing to do to me."

"Hey, it's not like I could help it," Scar replied. "A buddy of mine was using magic, it got mixed with someone else's magic and I got caught in the blast. Then got sent here, and apparently turned into whatever I am now." She tugged at her tail, and the resulting pain assured her that it was in fact attached to her.

Tiponi tilted your her head "Magic? Waz that? And why ever would you want to get mixed in it if its so bad?" Chuckling a bit. "Oh, well I can answer that one. You're a Namir. Get it? Cause your now on the island of Namiah."

"A Namir? OK...and magic is..." Scar scratched her head as she tried to figure out how to explain it. "Well, it's this thing that...does stuff. Like, stuff that normally wouldn't be possible. It can create illusions, or fire, or turn things into other things, or make stuff fly....it can do lots of stuff. And it's not bad, not always, and I didn't want to get mixed up in it."

Tiponi thought for a moment "Oh! My brothers wings make him fly! Are they magic?" Sure that this is what the female was talking about.

Scar was starting to wonder if this Namir was just a bit of an airhead, or if all of them were like that. "No, wings are a normal way to fly. They flap and lift you up. If magic makes something fly, there's usually no visible reason for it to fly, it just starts floating." Wings could also be used on airplanes and such, but she didn't feel like trying to explain how an engine was different from magic.

Tiponi was silent for a short moment "Oh...." Tiponi had never been fond of silence, and didn't really know what else to say. So she just asked whatever came to mind "Have you ever floated before?"

Scar grinned at the question. "Yeah I did! My wizard pal cast a spell...which, uh, means he used his magic...on a staff of his to make it float, and then we rode on it. That was a lot of fun. I've flown other times too, like when I rode on the back of a flying dragon, except she was using wings."

Tiponi grined "Could you show me how to use this magic? It sounds fun =D!"

Scar shook her head. "Sorry, I don't know that kind of magic. I only know a very little bit, enough to temper mechanical things so that you can channel magic through them. I'm a mechanic; I built stuff out of metal, and I'm really good at it."

Tiponi thought fr a second "Hmmm. Well, at my dads old house was a guy that likes to build stuff. But he doesnt use metal, he uses things from the forest." She smiled "He even tried makeing wings!.....they worked for a moment..."

"I made wings out of metal once!" Scar said, grinning wider. "And they worked. I attached them to my robbo dog, Chomper, so she could fly us to someplace we needed to go. If you gave me enough metal, tools and beer, I could probably make some again."

Rachet: *holding his ratchet in his hand and staring down at some mechanical tools in front of him*

Scar: *wandering by, sees a Namir with some tools and stops to watch curiously*

Rachet: *his eyes glance over the other parts before pressing his paw into the ground and digging a claw in, creating a sort of schematic to look onto*

Scar: Hey there. Watcha doing?

Rachet: *narrows his eyes as his ears flick down* Something I doubt you'd understand. Like everyone else here.

Scar: *grins* Try me. I'm a mechanic, and a pretty good one if I do say so myself.

Rachet: *his narrowed eyes change their gaze and he turns his head slightly in a curious look* Mechanic? You know machines then, How did you end up here?

Scar: *scratches her head* I'm not entirely sure myself, but I know I got caught in some kinda blast of magic and somehow got sent here. I was in the middle of a huge fight at the time.

Rachet: *he stares and blinks slowly* ... That is a horrible time to have been taken huh. Unless you were losing? *he looks back down at the schematics and rubs a part away with his fur, reveals his claw and redraws it in a different way*

Scar: No, I'm pretty sure we were winning, and that more reinforcements were on the way. Still, I wish I knew how the battle ended. *looks down at the drawing* So what're you doing?

Rachet: Maybe you'll find out one day. *he frowns and redoes it again.. and again* I'm trying to create a machine, but I don't have enough parts. This place isn't useful!

Scar: You can say that again. And I can't find any beer, either. I always work better with beer. What kind of machine are you trying to make?

Rachet: *he lets out a laugh* I'm too sensitive to alcohol, one sip and I end up building something that's crazy. I don't know right now, I'm just creating some schematics.

Scar: *chuckles* A lightweight, eh? I'm the opposite, I've stayed up all night drinking beer and making something before, and after a cup of black coffee in the morning I can work just fine.

Rachet: *rolls his eyes as his tail flicks in frustration* I was never into drinking. Always woke up with a migraine.

Scar: *shrugs* So you're just trying to figure out what you could make with the parts you have, then?

Rachet: *sighs in aggravation* I wouldn't have to if this blasted.. -place- has some material.. not to mention these -paws- are hard to work with.

Scar: *nods* Trust me, I feel the same way. Some weird lady gave me a place to stay, tools and some scrap metal, but there's only so much I can make with that....Wait, did you come from somewhere else too, then?

Rachet: *his brows scrunch up* Sounds familiar... *nodding he places his Ratchet behind his ear and looks up at Scar* I come from a world named Gaia. My hometown was called "Aekea". *he grins now* The city of robotics. *sighing he looks down* But now I'm stuck here.

Scar: *ears perk up* Ooo, a city of robotics? Sounds great! You might've liked a sport we had back home called Robbo Racing. It involves a human mechanic and a robotic partner racing through an obstacle course, fighting for possession of an item called a Key and trying to stop everyone else from getting to the finish line first. It's really dangerous, but a whole lotta fun!

Rachet: *his eyes widen at this and they glaze over* The only robots we have worked in a housing department, no one was allowed to make anymore after the incident with Easter a few years back. But that sounds so amazing..

Scar: No one can make any more robbos? The robbos must not have liked that.

Rachet: Not since that incident, nope. One of the store owners is a little on the revenge side, no one seemed to notice though.

Scar: That doesn't sounds good. And someone must have noticed; you did, after all.

Rachet: ... That's only because he.. did things to me. *twitches* I don't want to talk about it.

Scar: Um, ok. *figures it sounds like she doesn't want to know anyway* So...what kind of parts have you managed to scrounge up here?

Rachet: *he paws at scraps of metal in front of himself* I've managed to find some screws, scraps of iron and various other metal.

Scar: *looks at the pile of materials* I've got pretty much the same kind of stuff at home, plus some wires. No power source though, so they're not too much use at the moment.

Rachet: *sighs, exasperated* I suppose I'll have to go out and scrounge around for some materials and make my own, some how.

Scar: Good luck. Looks like we'll need it to find much useful stuff here. *scratches head* I wonder if I could make my own beer. If I have enough beer, I can make just about anything.