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Post by Zerio on Jun 2, 2016 23:42:32 GMT
The past several hours for Arayzeo have been relatively uneventful - unexplainable transportation to an unknown world notwithstanding. After finding himself here, the turquoise-haired adlet had wandered around aimlessly, certain he couldn't be far from civilization. It didn't take him very long to realize he was completely lost. Before he started to worry too much, he came across a group of people. They all were of the same species, one he did not recognize, but they seemed similar enough to approach. As much as he wanted to do so, however, he realized that all but one were unconscious. Now he doesn't like to consider himself a very worrisome person or anything, but the thought that they might have been captured by the one conscious person had unsettled him to the point of keeping his distance. He decided instead to follow him, hoping to discover something that proves either he is or is not dangerous. Just now in the present, as Arayzeo remains hiding in the bushes, he witnessed a brief fight between the person in question and some sort of wild beast. Even if he would have built up the courage to help him, a strange mechanical sphere showed up and took care of the situation almost immediately. This hadn't proved anything to him, though. Anyone could be attacked by a wild animal regardless of their morality, after all. But now a more pressing thought came to mind - he realized his hiding spot in the bushes may not be very safe. It's definitely possible more of those beasts were hiding out here in their immediate vicinity, and what if one attacked him now? He couldn't guess if the sphere would come to his aid or not, or even be able to sense anything was happening. He had to do something. Luckily for him, one of the unconscious people awoke and the once-suspicious individual greeted her, even seeming concerned with her well-being. And now Arayzeo felt silly for ever worrying. The adlet didn't want to interrupt the conversation, but he was not willing to stay out in the dangerous bushes any longer. He stood up and ran over to the group, waving with an awkward smile. "Uh, hi there! Haha, crazy place we're in, right?"
((ooc: Well, I finally decided to jump in and give this a shot since I've been considering it for a while. This is my first time doing a forum/multi-person rp))
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Post by Neptz on Jun 3, 2016 0:12:27 GMT
((ooc: considering this too, but still have to think of a character. expect me))
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Timetech
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Post by Timetech on Jun 3, 2016 0:31:29 GMT
THREAT TERMINATED. EXPAND VALUED INFORMATION.
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Supply.
Having finished the fight, all cords on the orb deactivate and retract. It then fly's off for a bit, and then returns, using one cord spiraled around in a disk shape, caring a large supply of the native fruit. However, the vast majority of these fruits are now tinted the same colors as the clouds of the sphere. It then fly's away again, and repeats this process until it has brought three hundred tinted fruit, and twenty unchanged. None of them have signs of rotting nor infestation.
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Post by SpottedBlades on Jun 3, 2016 1:22:25 GMT
As soon as he heard the voice, Kanny jerked again, darting his knife in its direction, startling the child but ready to attack again. Needless to say, he didn't have the slightest clue about what was the creature that had gotten out of the bushes. It seemed like some kind of bipedal canine, but he couldn't make out if it was agressive or not. It was wearing clothes, even glasses; was it sentient? The canine got afraid of the sudden threat, as expected, and stuttered some words. Its body language showed signs of fear and unease. Kanny had heard it speak; he would need to establish a communication between them. This animal could prove to be useful: it had pretty sharp fangs. He uttered some low growls, in an attempt to communicate with the canine. All it did was looking at him weird, and replying something unclear in humanish. Kanny naturally called himself an idiot, then switched back to human language. " Who are you?", he asked, wanting to sound more stern than threatening. " How did you get here? Are there others out there?" Behind him, the sphere was doing some back-and-forths between trees, each time carrying more peach-like fruits. He'd need to investigate that later; for the moment, he needed to know whether this animal was a threat or not. He hoped not; he had had his share of violence for the day. ((ooc: The more the merrier
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Post by Zerio on Jun 3, 2016 2:16:23 GMT
Arayzeo was somewhat off-put by the stranger's interactions. Was he really not able to speak after all? All he was doing was odd growling sounds. Perhaps this was just some sort of advanced wildlife in this world, and the communication he thought he heard from them earlier could have been imagined. He wasn't in the best position to hear them, and since he has been away from other people for so long, he may have imagined it. He began to space out, idly watching the mechanical sphere's fruit gathering. He wondered if perhaps it was a better bet for communication than the more adlet-like creature in front of him.
He was surprised to suddenly hear the stranger speak up in a recognizable language; a fully understandable one, no less. The adlet perked up slightly at the questions. "Oh, hey. To answer your first question, I'm Arayzeo. And to answer your second question... I'm not sure I can answer your second question. Hah, that was redundant, wasn't it? But yeah, I honestly have no clue how I got here. I was just sorta walking downtown to get some food, then... suddenly I was here. I thought maybe I just spaced out and wandered off course a bit? Even though I've never done that before. After realizing I am completely lost, though, I pretty much tossed that idea aside. Would you have any idea how to get back to the city?"
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Post by SpottedBlades on Jun 3, 2016 12:37:35 GMT
The creature proved not to be a threat. Good. Kanny sheathed his knife, still looking at the animal with curiosity. From which universe did this strange mammal come from? Its voice was annoying. At least its name was no harder to pronounce than his own. Kanny didn't like this creature very much, but refrained from acting on it. Better not start having enemies. " Name's Kanny.", he simply said. " If I knew how to get out of here, I'd have done that already." Under his torn-up shirt, his wounds were already healing, thanks to magical nanobots. That was one thing he didn't have to worry about. Still, he needed to be careful: if he couldn't even defend himself against a wild animal, he'd be screwed. He'd need to work on that. He went to see what the sphere was doing; but before that, he retrieved a grilled squirrel from his pocket, and tossed it into Arayzeo's hands. " Eat up. You look famished." Then he walked to the sphere, whose fruit-collecting duty was done. Curious, he picked one of the weirdly-colored peaches, shrugged, and bit into it. The taste was no different, and it didn't smell of any poison he knew. He needed to know what this weird basketball was up to, once and for all.
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Post by Ask_The_Voidsock on Jun 3, 2016 17:09:59 GMT
and yet ANOTHER kid appears and falls face-down on the grass. Hes kinda short, has black messy hair and a video game remote on his shirt. In his pocket lays his trusty swiss army knife. " uuuuuggghhhh". He gets up and climbs the nearest tree and cuts off some fruit with the army knife, then he eats it, sits in the tree and looks around picture: www.dropbox.com/s/zz1fb5r480p33nm/Untitled.png?dl=0
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Post by SpottedBlades on Jun 3, 2016 17:51:50 GMT
Yet again, Kanny drew his knife and darted it towards where the thunder-like sound came from. Damn reflexes. He's quick to catch a weird scent in the air. Following it, the mammal and kid looking at him weirdly, he soon arrived under the tree where another human was sitting.
"How many more are there, already?", he asked himself, annoyed but kind of relieved to see other people.
The tree was pretty high. Too tired to climb it, Kanny simply kicked the trunk, strongly enough for it to shake, and for the newcomer to fall in the grass like a ripe apple.
"Who are you.", he said, more than asked. "And in what circumstances did you arrive here?"
Seeing the human had a knife, Kanny pointed his' at the human. He hoped he could at least get some answers already. But then, struck by sudden irritability, he decided it wasn't worth it. What was left to be said, besides eternal cries of "where are we?" and "who are you guys?", besides worries and doubts about why they've been brought here in the first place? Kanny returned in front of the fire, and threw in a handful of shattered twigs. He sat in front of the flames, trying to get his head clear again.
"This is pointless.", he simply shrugged.
Next to him, the blonde child was still silent, holding its beeping robot like a support. Kanny glared at him once, but didn't say anything. He took his blue notebook from his pocket, and started sketching a view of his territory. His map needed to start somewhere. He'd then expand it until he'd find something useful. He couldn't stop thinking there was someone behind all of this, someone controlling this world. People have been brought there out of the blue, without any apparent reason; but there had to be one. He thought about this book series, Hunger Games, which his father had stored in the Factory's library, and which Kanny had read many times. Children from all around the nation, brought into an artificial world, for the purpose of a spectacular fight to the death. What if something similar was happening at this very moment? The sphere still hadn't moved. Kanny glared at it from behind the notebook, watching the slight changes of hues over its gaz-like surface. He didn't detect any trace of poison into his bloodstream from eating the purple fruit; was this thing genuinely wanting to supply them with food? That meant it had intentions; or that someone was behind this construct. Kanny tried to detect cameras around him, or traces of recording machinery, but found none. Still, wary as he was, he'd stick to game meat for a moment: looting the feline's carcass for food would be easy. Or else, he could perform some tests on those unconscious humans, make them swallow some tinted fruit to see what happens. Or the little boy, maybe. He'd think about the fancy-haired mammal once he'd have a better knowledge of its metabolism. Thinking about the boy, Kanny negligently took another grilled squirrel from his pocket, and handed it to the human. That he was sure wasn't poisoned. If he wanted allies, he'd make sure they stay alive, though it be sharing supplies with them. He wondered what kind of energy the sphere was running onto.
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Post by froideriko on Jun 5, 2016 2:59:01 GMT
The boy experienced a form of thought-blocking– a mostly unknown phenomena involving the mind and some bizarre signals, perhaps. Said phenomena was one of those things that scientists from his home puzzled over. But let's not mind thought-based phenomena for the moment. Henry fidgeted. The environment frightened him. He felt a little desperate. He wanted to go home. Play fetch with his dog, maybe. Though if he wanted to return in one piece, he had to figure how to survive. The NurseBot hovered over to Kanny. They stopped beeping incoherently, and began speaking in that formal tone again. " I apologize if Henry doesn't speak much, you see, he has this condition... His human caretakers managed to override the memory of the event, but they couldn't really make him talk as much as before..." Their tone turned quite somber upon mention of "the event." ((ooc: i'm just going to write that NurseBot's dialogue uses #9cc5f3 Also, Henry's home is based on this really cool dream I had ))
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Post by SpottedBlades on Jun 5, 2016 17:11:16 GMT
"If you say so...dude?", Kanny replied.
The robonoid was quite unsettling, with its cute face and tiny arms, and its way to speak for others. But it was some kind of interesting technology. Kanny resisted the obvious tentation of examining it under every angle and corner, down to its chips and processors, then rebuilding it all from scratch. He already had enough on his mind for now. Still, he gently pushed the droid with his finger, to see if it would topple over. It didn't. He grinned a little, amused, before going serious again.
"I guess it's a "I don't wanna talk about it" thing, right?", he asked, looking at Henry. "If it is, I won't ask."
He saw the boy fidget, looking around with fear, arms around his knees and eyes ready to cry. What age could he be? He was too young to fight, that was sure. Too frightened. The robot had talked about an "event". Was it some kind of trauma? He didn't know, and didn't want to meddle. But again...seeing the boy in such disarray only reminded him of who he used to be himself. He sighed, and looked in his pockets. A minute later, he pulled off a small stuffed animal, that he handed to the robot.
"Give him that, will you. 's stressing me out to see him like that."
He tried to look as unconcerned as possible, but even if he failed to, he didn't mind. He wasn't a beast without feelings or conscience. He knew what pain and trauma were like. Those were the reason his parents weren't here anymore. If he had the chance to, he'd help others with it, or at least he'd try.
"We'll find a way home.", he said to himself.
His map done, he closed the notebook.
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Post by Timetech on Jun 5, 2016 19:05:00 GMT
Sensors detect One Generator. Generator in question is already owned by possible ally.
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Construct.
The sphere begins to move slower around the forested area, not seeming to do anything other than move. Its motion includes vertical, horizontal, and whatever other directions it seems to "randomly" decide on.
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Post by SpottedBlades on Jun 6, 2016 15:48:45 GMT
" Hey, looks like Peachball finally decided to move.", Kanny noticed. He watched as the sphere was moving around, not seeming to do anything besides that. He stood up, and walked to the cloud ball, following it around, casting weirded but intrigued looks at it each time it changed directions. " So...what you doing exactly, Peachy? Another one of your unpredictable tricks?" He did not consider the device to be a person, despite it showing signs of sentience; however referring to it as "the sphere" was just redundant. Plus, with its round shape and similar color, it kinda looked like a big peach. ((ooc: i get weird ideas at 3am, so... ))
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Post by Zerio on Jun 9, 2016 1:28:17 GMT
Arayzeo had finally managed to finish the grilled squirrel. It was definitely not the most appetizing thing he could imagine, but he figured it would be best to finish it now so he wouldn't starve or anything. And so he didn't seem ungrateful, either. He approached Kanny and the sphere afterwards. Kanny just asked the sphere a question, referring to it as "Peachball" and "Peachy." This time, the adlet waited to make sure he didn't interrupt anyone again. During the brief silence, he glanced upon a large pile of delicious-looking fruit. He really wished he noticed it earlier.
By now, Arayzeo could assume that the sphere was probably incapable of speech and was not going to respond. "Does this thing belong to you, by any chance?" he spoke up as he pointed at the sphere, or rather, at Peachy.
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Post by SpottedBlades on Jun 9, 2016 15:31:18 GMT
Kanny tried to touch Peachy. It backed up at the same speed as his hand, then got back on its track, floating around. He tried to throw a pebble at it, but it deflected it with one of its cables.
"I don't know what it is doing. I don't even know what it *is*!", Kanny commented.
He flicked two of his fingers, and shot a small magic beam in Peachy's direction. To his surprise, it shielded itself with what he interpreted as a kind of magical antimatter field.
"I don't know who it belongs to, what is its purpose, and why does it do the things it does."
He put himself in the sphere's path to block it; but it simply floated around him, ignoring him completely. Annoyed, he tried to stab it, multiple times, but each time it dodged his blade.
"I know it talks, though. It has some kind of cables, which it uses to create a mental communication with whoever it hooks to. But it hurts like a jabber's burn."
He sighed, and stepped aside, to let Peachy do its stuff. He watched it for a moment, going up and down, left and right, pointlessly, probably until dawn. Then, Kanny turned to Arayzeo.
"Say. What do you know about survival?"
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Post by Timetech on Jun 11, 2016 4:21:23 GMT
((ooc: Well, my internet decided to stop working for a bit, and when it came back I forgot about this. I apologize.))
((ooc: The recolored-fruit are fruit that won't go bad if left sitting out, think of the effect as something akin to modern preservatives, but it doesn't influence consumption.))
Terrain analyzed. Surface resources analyzed.
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Construct.
"Peachy," as the sphere now seems to be called, begins to use the knowledge gathered by constantly moving around there area. That is, it begins to use its cords to, in a very controlled [and not within range of causing damage to the people] fashion, use electricity to deal damage and topple trees it has determined are producing notably less fruit than the others. Once toppled, "Peachy" begins removing parts of the trees from the branches with the highest probability of being useful for regrowing, and going about the process of using its cords to dig holes along with burying fruit-seeds and or root pieces in said holes. For each tree it has toppled and planted at least two fruit-seeds and or root pieces for, it will carry said tree back to the main clearing.
((ooc: I'll say it can't do the rest all in one post, that's far too much work at once.))
((ooc: The green and white are rare to see, while the purple and black are very common, either way though, that's one funny animation.))
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Post by Zerio on Jun 11, 2016 8:19:52 GMT
Arayzeo glanced at Peachy once more before shrugging off his curiosity, knowing Kanny has already told him all he knew about it. "Survival? Well, uh. I know we have to eat, of course. And drink water. Fresh water, probably? ...Yeah probably. We also need to have some sort of self defense, so we won't get killed or anything. And it would probably not be a bad idea to look for civilization and hopefully find it as soon as possible. That's about it. From the top of my head, at least..." The adlet's speech wasn't the most focused, as he was mainly watching the aforementioned sphere. It was surprising to see just how much it was capable of.
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Post by SpottedBlades on Jun 11, 2016 13:46:07 GMT
((ooc: i hope it gets better for you, sir tardis Kanny took his notebook, and opened a new page. " Let's see what we have here, and what we need to work on. Supplies?" He looked at the pile of purple fruits, that still looked fresh despite their tint. Then at one of the deer-like animals in the distance, that had run away when Peachy had started to zap down trees. (He had stopped wondering what it was up to, as long as it didn't hurt anyone.) The stream, running nearby, which water didn't seem polluted or too dirty. " Check.", he said, writing it down. " Second point: self-defense." He had a look at his knife. He could easily slay small animals with it and fatally wound an enemy, but he'd need to work on how to use it against larger threats, like bushtigers. If Peachy was really on their side, then those beasts would be their main enemy. Stung by curiosity, he went to examine the corpse of the bushtiger that had attacked him earlier. Its body still open like a sliced fish, he carefully examined the placement of its organs and bones, the way its body was built. After some minutes, he turned to another page, and sketched what he could see of the beast's anatomy, circling some key points, putting annotations. " Those things use their claws as main weapon. Their teeth aren't really sharp, however. I believe their stomach and neck are their weak points. Granted you can wield a weapon, you'll have nothing to fear." He made sure to note down everything. Such information could be valuable for later. He glanced at Arayzeo. The latter didn't seem to be a fighter, and had no apparent weapon. His fangs were sharp, but that didn't mean he'd knew how to bite. Kanny looked in the last pages of the notebook, which were covered in sketches of various items. Mostly blades, but also a couple firearms and magic conductors. He handed his notebook to the adlet. " If you don't have a weapon, I'll give you one. Choose it and it's yours.", he said, with an insistence on 'one'. He then looked at Henry and its robot, wondering if giving him a weapon was a wise thing to do. Seeing the boy's limitations, probably not. However, he would love to upgrade this robot. That was an option to consider, but he didn't act on it. Yet.
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Post by froideriko on Jun 11, 2016 15:39:17 GMT
The NurseBot took the plushie. "Thank you," they said. They then rushed over to their master.
Henry smiled a very wide smile, cuddling the stuffed cow-thing, and in his mind he said that she- the toy- would be called Io and that she would be a very valuable companion. He wasn't sure what was to be his purpose in this wilderness, but he did want to help. He proceeded to try picking up some sticks. Maybe he could try making a house, like cavemen apparently did. He did have some guts.
His machine couldn't be very helpful when it came to hunting, too. He only knew that they had an intimidation mode, but a more fitting name was "sensory overload mode." They were, however, marvelous with first-aid, what with their anti-bacterial sprays and assortment of bandages.
"Henry, are you alright? This activity may be strenuous." The robot approached the boy. He gave them an "it's okay" look, as he picked up rocks and... oh dear. He's taken notice of a fallen tree. And he stared at it long and hard. He wanted to go and drag it, maybe find a way to cut it up, but he didn't really know how to handle this dilemma of his.
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Post by arenchac on Jun 11, 2016 16:43:39 GMT
(Is it alright if I take a... non-standard, role?)
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Post by Timetech on Jun 11, 2016 17:30:31 GMT
((ooc: I think that might be fine arenchac, as long as its not too far from whats going on [probably only the thread-maker should claim a title akin to being the reason we're all here / could tell others they can have a underling position to that.]))
Construct
Now that the tree-moving is done, "Peachy" begins applying its ability to use its electricity to cut as a means to re-shape the lumber into specific shapes, wasting the minimum amount of wood possible. Once this is completed, "Peachy" begins to clear out several holes in the clearing's terrain, as well as go about flattening it. From there, it moves the pieces of wood into the holes in the ground, forming various surprisingly sturdy pillars, for the apparently simple design of the bottom parts of the pillars. It then starts on firmly attaching the rest of the wood to the other wood in a specific pattern, using a mysterious substance it secrets from a cord to seal the boards together.
((ooc: And that's all its gonna get done by this post.))
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Post by SpottedBlades on Jun 11, 2016 18:18:37 GMT
((ooc: i've mailed the Rp's creator to see if they were still up to it, but no response as of today. OPs don't seem to be coming back, so their characters are "frozen" in time for now. I think we should make up the story as we go, cause from what we already know: 1. people are being transported out of the blue in a strange land, 2. there is a weird spherical construct driven by a terminal, 3. i've assumed this world is controlled by some kind of puppeteer, hence the reference to Hunger Games, 4. i've also assumed points 2. and 3. are somehow linked ( Timetech is free to decide of that, and to correct me in pm once again ) -, there's no defined plot. Or else, we can discuss our plot ideas in private, so we know where to go from now. (Is it alright if I take a... non-standard, role?) If by non-standard you mean the opposite of "and yet another kid appears", then go ahead. Last guy who said that didn't come back, apparently. )) ((ooc: i'll pass my turn as Kanny for now; simply wanted to comment. maybe later.))
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Post by arenchac on Jun 12, 2016 6:47:22 GMT
(I would like to take the role of this session's Draconian Dignitary, if that is possible)
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Post by Neptz on Jun 12, 2016 16:21:44 GMT
(( This actually isn't a sburb RP! But you're still free to join, hopefully ))
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Post by SpottedBlades on Jun 12, 2016 19:10:51 GMT
((ooc: I don't see why you wouldn't join. As for roles, it's kind of an open-bar. Most of the current participants are "lost kids" (we've got humans, a human with a tiny robot, a humanoid, an adlet and Peachball over there, so there's no species obligation), but you can still join. You could be a native of Strange Land (sentient or not, species and level of civilization up to you), or even create new roles. There's no story as of now, but one thing's clear: everything is possible. Just one thing: if you decide to leave the Rp or don't come here often, please tell so. There's no obligation but if we can at least have regular 'players' it would be much easier for everyone.)) ((ooc: pass my turn again. Also, cause I'm a sucker for worldbuilding, i might do some little graphics. please let me.here, have a bushtiger:))
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Post by Timetech on Jun 13, 2016 0:00:05 GMT
((ooc: Carmine, I'm beginning to drool whenever I see one of your spoilers. Your art is > "Peachy"'s technology level.)) ((ooc: Also, I'm sorta skipping turns for now. Please consider "Peachy" to be spending all its time, unless something else happens, on building a base for the people to live in. Multiple floors, separate rooms for separate things, multiple basement levels, and maybe even some fencing. Of course, this is an extremely long project, which will force me to pretty much only make ooc posts unless something happens, so feel free to have your characters react however they would.))
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