(( Strife specibus doesn't matter. Captchalogue doesn't matter (you carry things on yourself). Chumhandle doesn't matter. God tier, planet, sprite, parents, first guardian powers (you can't use those especially) and the house info are all unimportant. You actually never needed a biography, we all joined this simply by posting in-character. ))
(( Alright, got the monitor working. Thanks for the pie, Carmine! I forgot to mention earlier regarding the visual appearance of the Strange Land - what if this wasn't the only Strange Land? By this I mean finding some sort of portals to other worlds, in which the landscapes have much more odd variation? It's only a brief idea, though. I could probably expand on more specific ideas, if it interests anyone.
Also catareachkon, I feel I should add that while strife specibus doesn't matter, your character can still arrive with a weapon if you want. They just wouldn't be restricted to using only that type of weapon. ))
Before they could see Speeder's response, the group heard a piercing wail from the distance. Some of the group members remembered hunting for the smaller squirrels and recognized the shriek as being somewhat similar to those. But something was different about this one. Could it perhaps have been one of the larger steadrels? Without experience, nobody could know for sure if there was anything else capable of such a sound.
What was more concerning was the mystery of what caused it to scream out in such agony. Arayzeo feared it must be some sort of extremely dangerous killer beast. He grabbed at his blade warily, not sure what he would do if it came here. He didn't know what Speeder's or the Peachy Sphere's limits on combat capabilities were, but the thing he was imagining would surely overpower them, in his mind. "Sh... Should we go investigate?"
(( In case it isn't clear, I'm only writing from Arayzeo's perspective with his worried imagination. There is no actual killer beast in this scenario. ))
((ooc: Zerio was exactly correct with this: "Anyway, I can at least take a shot at explaining Timetech's last paragraph. He basically said we heard a creature screaming out in pain. Not 100% sure, but I think "anti-solar-body-motion-ward" means this world's equivalent of East? Since the term seems to describe it being in the direction opposite of where this planet's sun is relatively headed through the sky.
Then he goes on to explain what our group would see if we happened to go investigate it - a steadrel caught in some sort of trap which is turning it into the white-green stone material." I said the long version of East since it is entirely possible even in the Milky Way for a planet to turn such that Earth's East is the same direction it sees its solar body move, or even stranger things, such as Uranus's exceptionally tilted directions, where Earth's East is nothing like the way the star called Sol appears to move away from. AlsoAlso: You are spot on for the steadrel thing, its trapped, its screaming in pain, and its being turned to green-with-white-swirls. I won't act here since Peachy is focused on Speeder, so I'm just running through with a plan.))
((Bios are fine though. It's always fun to read. Put them in a spoiler, if you want, unless you want to slowly introduce your character. ((and there goes Sir Tardis with all the #WibblyWobblyWrityWhimyStuff again. ))
The shriek of a steadrel woke him up. Not that he was sleeping, of course. He could not sleep in foreign places, so all he's done was distractedly laying down, thinking about things. He jumped from the bed, and stood up, before rushing out of the house, past the other people in the foyer. He looked around; Steady was still there, curled under its tree, and did not seem to be hurt. Kanny quickly examined the beast; no wounds, no anomalies. He felt relieved; he wouldn't have to go through the hassle of catching another steadrel. The whines were distant, coming from another side of the plains. Was a creature hurt? He'd need to go and investigate. If he could gather data about more predators, he could better his defense. Waking up Steady, he got onto its back, gave it a peach, and led it towards the sound.
"What are you doing, now?", Jason asked, following him on foot.
"None of your business. Stay here and make sure the kids don't get hurt."
On those words, he got faster, riding opposite of the afternoon sun. Jason tried to follow, but got distanced. Steady had picked up on the wails, and rushed in their direction. Were steadrels a social species? Whatever they were, it was working; it took them no more than a handful of minutes to reach the source. Placed on a strategic spot between trees was something looking like a metallic cage, with bars twisted in an unknown fashion. It wasn't very large, but it had managed to capture a young steadrel, which was obviously in pain. Kanny saw one of its legs was covered in green antimagical matter.
The green part had already reached the animal's shoulder, and was progressing quite slowly. Kanny sat on a nearby rock, watching the scene with attention. Steady tried to help the young one, headbutting the cage, trying to did through it, but it didn't budge. Desperate, it turned to Kanny, obviously asking for help, nudging his legs almost as if it was pleading... ...and Kanny threatened it, showing his teeth. Steady backed up a couple yards, ears down. It had one master and it would respect him. And he had decided not to interfere. Snapping his fingers, he ordered Steady to sit down. Choiceless, it did; but its whining eyes were still turned towards the young steadrel, which was desperate for help. There were obvious pain and frustration in its eyes, but it couldn't do anything. So it curled down, trying to look away from the little one, and whined.
"Good girl. See? It's not that hard to be reasonable."
Kanny grinned, taking a comfortable sitting pose. He wanted to see what would happen. He wanted to know what that green thing was able to do. Could it control life? Could it turn animals into robots? He needed to find out, he had to! Even if lives had to be lost, he would get answers.
Speeder was in the process of booting up the next log when Peachy began to communicate further. As it dedicated all of it's memory to communicating with Peachy, the log was abruptly stopped, corrupting for a bit and then flipping off. "STEEL, COPPER WIRES, RUBBER ARE THE ONES MOST USED. FLAT PANEL DISPLAY IN CASE OF HEAD DAMAGE. COMPONENTS FOR CIRCUITS AND CIRCUIT BOARDS. ORGANIC MATERIAL." Speeder turned it's head to look at the source of the sound briefly, although it did not disconnect from Peachy just yet.
Post by SpottedBlades on Jul 12, 2016 13:08:54 GMT
((Quick note: Speeder is the green dog, while Steady is Kanny's tamed squirrel steed (cf my avatar). You seem to often mistake the two. That was before Speeder's first appearance, so yeah.)) ((You might want to edit your post.))
Last Edit: Jul 12, 2016 13:19:04 GMT by SpottedBlades: We all make mistakes
"So you're just going to let him die?" the previously frozen girl takes a bite of the fruit she had brought with her. She had followed Kanny to the suffering steadrel, and the run had taken quite a bit of energy out of her. Now, she just leans on a tree, watching the boy she had followed. She shakes her head at him, "Most people would have at least tried to save him." She finishes off her fruit and sighs, "Not like you could have done much for the poor fellow anyway."
She walks over to the rock Kanny is sitting on, "Mind if I sit?"
(( OOC: And yes, there is a reason she was able to keep up with Kanny ))
Post by SpottedBlades on Jul 12, 2016 21:22:56 GMT
Kanny suddenly turned his head 90°, startled by that girl's voice. Wasn't she back at the base a minute ago? How could she have followed him all the way here? Perhaps she was a magic user as well. He took half a second to get out of his defense state, but still looked at her with mefiance.
"You might not know this, but I'm *not* like most people."
When she got closer, his nervousness rose slightly. He let her sit anyway, moving about 50cm to the right to leave her some room. Still, he tried to sense whether she had powers or not.
"I don't care whether that animal dies or not. There are dozens out there that look exactly the same. All I want is to know what that green stuff is able to do."
That sounded indeed very cruel, but Kanny knew it was logical. Trying to save that dying animal would be a waste of time and energy, especially if he didn't need anything from it. He already had a healthy steadrel, so why bother helping that one? It was too young, too fragile to carry anything, and didn't even have enough meat under that fluffy fur. Some years ago, he'd have done his best to help the creature. He'd have helped everyone who needed him, from the kindness of his heart. He'd have spread love around him and formed deep bonds with everyone. But that was the past. That was when he still had something to live for. That was before he lost everything. The young steadrel was still calling for help, trying to get the attention of its elder. But Steady was forbidden to move, commanded by Kanny's cruel gaze, and could only watch from a distance, as this baby was being turned into a green statue. Meanwhile, the girl's eyes were still fixed on Kanny, as if she wanted to pressure him. Try all she may, it would not work. The baby's cries got more pained as its back started to get infected at well. It was visibly in pain, trying to chew down the trap's bars, to dig its way out, and calling for the pity of every other steadrel for miles around. This scene was definitely heart-wrenching, but Kanny didn't budge. He looked away, waiting for the animal's transformation to be complete. If only it could stop crying. In an effort to ignore the animal's obvious suffering, he tried to think about what to do next. There would probably be a high chance that the transformation wouldn't be complete, and that the steadrel would die. He'd need to perform some compatibility tests too. Maybe mingle one of their crew members' DNA with that green stuff. Were there still sleeping kids back at the base? They wouldn't mind it. They were nothing but sleeping corpses, anyway. They didn't matter. Nothing did matter. Seriously, it was pretty loud. Couldn't it just die already? The girl still hadn't stopped staring, and it was making him really uncomfortable. How dared she try to do whatever she was trying to do? Whatever that was, it wouldn't work. He wasn't a tender-hearted child anymore. He wasn't 'everyone's friend', he was nothing like that. That was the past. He had given all he had to give, and now he had nothing left. No more 'love and innocence' thing. What was the point of even starting to believe he was actually made of such ridiculous concepts? Annoyed by the wails of the animal, he covered his ears, and hid his face in his hood. It was suffering, and it would only need a good blade to abridge its pain...but he would not interfere. He would never. If only someone could make it stop...it was really drilling on his nerves, and he was sure he would crack up and do something dangerous...and this chick that wouldn't stop staring at him, like he was some kind of monster... He had to stay indifferent. He could not afford to care. His own survival was a priority. He couldn't waste time on such a pathetic creature. He had to get out of there, and that was all. He needed to get out...get out...get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out-
"SHUT UP!!", he shouted out. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
In a dash, he stood up, and summoned one of his swords. It took him only a second and a large arm swing to slice open the trap, the metal bars shriveling under the magic. The baby steadrel, scared to the bone, got out in a jump and ran away, deeper into the forest. Into the bushtigers' territory. It would be killed quickly.
"You're welcome.", Kanny snarled at the girl, sheathing his sword back into his pocket.
His muscles were tense, his nerves burning with something he did not understand. He breathed in slowly, several times, trying to ease whatever was this feeling. It was painful, very painful, but he needed to get over it. If he lost his mind, then the whole team would shatter. He could not afford that to happen again. Once his mind reached something analog to peace again, he stood up from his half-curled state, and pat his lap soundly. Steady stood up, and carefully walked to him. Kanny sighed, knelt to its level, and stroked its snout.
"Come on, Steady. Let's go home."
He had lost his chance to know what this material was, and what it could truly achieve. All because of those stupid feelings. As he picked up a slice of the trap's metal, he couldn't help but cursing himself and his emotions, and how much it would impede their crew's progress. But they'd get more occasions. It was only a matter of time until they'd find more of this strange green tech. And he wouldn't miss it. As he stored the metal bar into his pocket, he tried to look forward to that moment, where he would face that green evil again. He sat on the steadrel's back, gesturing for the girl to get on as well. At least that was one problem taken care of, and even if the others would scold him for destroying evidence, they could suck it.
"Still haven't asked your name.", he added, as they were leaving. "And about how you run so fast, too."
He didn't know who that person was, but he was sure of something: she'd be valuable to their efforts. As long as she would stop guilt-tripping him.
((ooc: Well I didn't mean for it be far off, I didn't mean for a cage, [if its only impacting one leg, the most likely answer is the effect's source is on that leg] and I certainly didn't mean for the trap to be made of the green-white stuff [which also I didn't intend to be considered anti-magic, as Peachy is definitely partly magic ...] ... but I cede to the StoryMaster.))
Post by SpottedBlades on Jul 12, 2016 23:21:16 GMT
((Yeah, I kind of wanted to leave description and all that to you...but damn, there was a characterization opportunity and i took it. And i didn't see the trap itself as made of midorite. how can i explain. *t8ll th8m's the world8uilding!!!!!!!!*)) ((that word sounds nice. "midorite". sounds like "météorite".))
Sometimes, people underestimate the simplicity. Something simple can be far more effective than something complicated, yet people do more because they think that it will do more. However, that is not always the case. Sometimes, the simplest thing is the most effective. The more complicated you get, the less effective the action becomes. This doesn't apply for all cases, of course.
What she had just done, for instance, was a prime example. She could have kept talking. She could have kept taunting him, or goading him on, or teasing him. But instead, she decided to simply be quiet. To be quiet, and to look. To stare, in fact. And that's all she did. And that was the most effective way to torment the boy.
She didn't have any negative view of the boy. She was merely curious about him. Like how he was curious about the green slime, she was curious about him. Like he had let the squirrel suffer, she had let him suffer. They had both been curious, and the girl had no problem experimenting with the experimenter. He was doing it, so why couldn't she?
When the boy saved the suffering squirrel hybrid, she couldn't help but chuckle. She recalled her first time dealing with this trap. It had been quite similar to what the boy went through, in a way. As the boy recovered, she went over her options in her head. She wondered how much of herself she would reveal to him. For he would certainly ask about her soon. She was sure of it. And sure enough, he did.
"You can call me Rose," she takes her time as she walks over to Steady, weighing her options further. In the end, she decided to reveal little, and see what the boy did. She also makes a mental note to get the boys name afterwards, "I'll tell you two things for now. The first is that I was here before your group," she pauses, hopping onto Steady. She gets situated on the steadrel before continuing, deciding to have a little fun with the boy. "The second, well...let's just say..." she blinks, and her eyes change from their previous light green shade to a dark, blood red. She blinks again, and her eyes are back to their normal color. "I'm a bit different. And before you say it, I'd like to get to know you better before further explaining. After all, I don't even know your name yet."
"PLANT TISSUE IS ONLY USED AS A LAST RESORT. ANIMAL TISSUE CAN WORK JUST AS WELL AS-" The dog interrupted itself, looking downwards before resuming it's standard composure. "HOWEVER, ORGANIC TISSUE IS ONLY USED TO MAINTAIN THE INTERIOR OF THIS UNIT. EVERYTHING ELSE IS FOR THE EXTERIOR" Wait, did it mean that the copper wires and circuit boards weren't for the interior?... What WAS inside the thing? Even so... when Kanny scanned him, there was only a little bit of organic tissue inside the animal... yet it seemed to imply there was more inside of it than seen.
(( I'm probably going to wait for Kanny and Rose to return to the base before my next post. Just as a quick question for Neptz and Timetech: communications between the machines are done nonverbally through the wire connection, right? So if, for example, Arayzeo was in the same area, he would not know what they were saying? ))
(( My interpretation of it, if Speeder and Peachy wanted, they could communicate privately through binary or whatever the fuck. Speeder just likes to say everything out loud because he's a shitlord. ))
Post by SpottedBlades on Jul 13, 2016 12:42:36 GMT
((let's just say people can hear what these guys're saying, but communication with the peachball can't be done unless it sticks a tentacle to your head.))
It might have been the fact he had spent his last living years with unlikely creatures and weird magical people, but Kanny knew he could trust "different" people. It was some kind of instinct engraved into his genes. Or most likely, he was only thinking this because normal, plain humans were boring. He wasn't much interested in telling her anymore about himself. He had a feeling she could use anything against him. And without the slightest trace of a gryphon to protect him from evil, he'd be as screwed as a lovesick teen in a squad of frummies. Ah, the golden days of jabberhunting. Still, he didn't know how he would have done as the sole magic user of the group (unless someone had something to hide...). But that wasn't a reason to let his guard down. If one could manipulate him that easily, he'd have to make sure she would not get the upper hand. That meant he'd need to gain her trust, minimize her reasons to harm him, and if needed, backstab her. He knew how to get the relative trust of humans, for a quick show of his natural charisma was enough to subdue them. But with...whatever she was...he'd need another strategy.
"My name, huh?"
He didn't want to use his double-edged sword, but he'd need to make a concession on that one. If only to see the outcome.
Hearing his own name in years felt really weird. A tous les coups, he sure did scorch it, but this was a detail. Before Rose could even say anything, he turned to her, his gilled neck almost twisted all the way behind.
"Your turn. Who are you and what are you trying to hide?"
He hoped he didn't sound too un-trustworthy. And even if he did, he didn't really care. Let there be spades; for all he cared, this wouldn't change anything.
(( Speeder is a robot dog with human organs nerves inside of him. Above that organic nerve material layer is another layer containing circuitry, mechanisms and whatever else robots need, which it considers it's 'exterior', and above that is it's actual 'exterior'. ;^) ))