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 Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2020 8:12 pm
Paracelsian had begrudgingly gone into Negaspace this fine night. He didn't want to, he really didn't want to, but he also didn't want to deal with any Order types right now. Chaos types would be better, he supposed. He could commiserate a bit with them, maybe. He'd wandered near the barracks area, just absentmindedly. He barely took in what he saw. It all just felt dark and vague and menacing in some way or another. However, in this area, he thought he heard something rustling. Clanking? Clicking? Some odd noise. He peered into the nook he thought the noise was coming from, curious as to what was going on. He was gonna get more than he bargained for.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2020 1:28 pm
A little investigation would lead to Paracelsian finding a fairly unassuming door. It's just a door, in a hall, easily found and walked into. But it was definitely the source of muffled clangs and bangs. Before he had an opportunity to go in and see what's going on, however, the door swung outward with a thunk, and a young boy with a tophat on his head and welding goggles on his eyes burst out, a cat tail flicking behind him. In his hands was some sort of long tube, kind of reminiscent of a bazooka. He looked around for a brief moment before spotting the nearby Captain, and pointing at him. "Hey you!" he declared with a decidedly youthful tone. "I need a volunteer! You'll do perfectly!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2020 2:13 pm
It occurred to Paracelsian that he was face to face with one of the Negaverse's Mauvians. He mumbled an offhanded "uh, yes, what do you need" before the full implications of the situation sunk in. That kid (kid cat) was holding a contraption that was almost definitely dangerous. And he was asking for a volunteer. And by asking, he meant commandeering. "You can't just voluntell me like that!" Paracelsian blurted out, charging forward. "I'd rather not be too banged up to work from a suspicious experiment!" He tried to wrest the gizmo from Chip's grip, though his success rate would probably be uncertain at best.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2020 1:02 pm
"Why not?" Chip replied, looking confused by the response. "It's what I all--HEY!" He gripped his bazooka or whatever it was tighter and frowned. "That's now how tests work! Now," he grunted, "Gimme...before..." BOOM. The trigger got bumped somewhere along the way, and, perhaps unsurprisingly, Chip didn't have a safety on the thing. A split second later, a large purple wad of something that seemed to be glowing slightly ended up on the nearby wall with a very wet splat, and began to slowly drip down it. "Now look what you did! Leggo!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2020 8:08 pm
"Huhwha?" Paracelsian was not expecting the contraption to be some kind of goop shooter. "Um." A few beats passed, and he released Chip and the mystery weapon. "Can't you at least tell me what you're making? That... substance... isn't corrosive or anything, is it?" The wall didn't look eaten away or anything, merely dripping with the purple glowy goo. "At the very least, give me some informed consent." Something occurred to him at that moment, and it made him smile slightly under his scarf. "I think gathering informed consent forms could be useful for you. Keeping a log of demographic data and names of prior test subjects could prove handy down the line, wouldn't it?" He hoped that he hadn't erred in judging the cat as a scientific sort, as opposed to just some maniac inventor who just wanted to make things without regard to whether the inventions were useful or not. While the latter type had some intriguing perks and quirks, that also would make the cat just a little dangerous in Paracelsian's book.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2020 12:58 pm
"It's a prototype Combat Restraining Armament Projectile Implement!" Chip declared proudly in reply, adjusting his hat and goggles a bit now that he was free again, and putting on a big toothy grin. "I point it at someone, it goes BLAT!" he shouted that effect, "And then they can't fight me! And we can do whatever we want with them. It's perfect! And completely harmless. Probably. Don't mind the glow." He walks over and nudges the dripping splat with his bazooka. "And it's cherry flavor." He turned back to consider the captain, rubbing his chin in an exaggerated sort of way. "You know, maybe that's not such a bad idea. I always figured 'nearest officer' was a good criteria...and it's lots of fun, but I read something the other day about 'exit interviews.' Maybe I should start doing that!" He spun the big thing, and thunked it on the ground, barrel up, like some kind of parade weapon at his side, and a little tablet like the ones the officers carry popped up on his other hand, a stylus that appeared to have spinning gears on the end materialized in the other. "So, tell me... how do you feel about it?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2021 8:53 am
The acronym was a little unwieldy but Paracelsian was able to understand what the cat was getting at. "A restraining shot. Got it. I suppose that's not so bad in and of itself." The mention of the goop being cherry flavor was curious, but if the cat had tasted it, that meant the substance was non-toxic at least. Still not so bad. The whole display of Chip readying his exit interview materials made Paracelsian raise an eyebrow. "I think you ought to be asking questions more pointed at determining the effectiveness and impact of your creations, but to answer your current question..." He gave a small huff. "As I said, in itself, a long-distance restraining implement doesn't sound like a bad idea, particularly if it lets us get to our targets before they get to us. However, it sounds to me like the device itself could use fine-tuning, especially if it goes off that easily. It could give us away if the timing is wrong."
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