Orichalcum observes the troll.She is a troll. Her shirt bears an olive Tau symbol. She observes you.
Bob: examine Orichalcum. Determine what in the hell it is.
"..."The scrap of paper is roughly triangular. One of the triangle's legs is one centimeter, another is two and a half, and the hypotenuse is too curved for the Pythagorean theoren to tell you its length. It is completely blank.
Though s/he does not speak, Orichalcum nods to the troll. Nothing immediately dangerous, by the looks of it.
Despite his/her stoicism, however, Ori is still restless and thus searches for other things. First, s/he examines the scrap of white paper.
Bob: Examine masterfully engraved raw adamantine, receive happy thought.The hell is Adamantine?
Bob: Glare angrily at the troll, jump through the grate in the floor while simultaneously flipping off the troll and Orio.There is no grate in the floor. I've described the room already.
Orichalcum quietly takes the paper scrap and begins to look around the cell for anything that seems out of place.Nothing in the room looks that abnormal.
Oh, and s/he examines Bob while s/he's at it.
Keep flipping off the troll until she runs out of things to throw.Rather than run out of things to throw, she stops lobbing things at you and simply just flips you off.
Again, talking is a free action. Trollgirl shrugs."Excuse me... would any of you know where I am?" Michael asked. Might as well not make enemies. Asking why the girl had horns might be considered rude.Ask where I am. Try not to vomit and/or pass out.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Punt trollgirl in the face, flip her off while she is lying on the floor. Take food bowl.She jumps away from the missed blow, grabs your arm, dislocates your shoulder, and punches you in the gut. She throws pebbles at you while you lie on the ground.
Michael stared in horror as the brute punched the poor girl in the face and took her bowl. At first, he was gripped with the typical onlooker need to stay out of trouble and not get punched in the face, but... Christ! The anger that began to well in his stomach sobered him up, and he decided that if no-one else was going to do anything, he would. He walked over to the man and looked him in the eye.She's doing just fine. She does shove you away, though. She gets back to guarding the bowls of food, giving you a handful of it.
Check on the trollgirl. Is she okay?
Pop arm back into socket, grab bowl, smash it over her head. Throw pebbles at her while she's on the ground.Aggressive bowl-guarding keeps you from obtaining a bowl. She punches you in the gut once more and kicks you while you're down.
Orichalcum leans on a wall, staying away from the angry Bob.You hold him down, blocking him from attacking. Troll girl hands you a handful of food as well.
When s/he sees that Bob lost, s/he walks over and quietly sits next to the trollgirl, letting out an audible sigh.
Or rather, s/he would, but s/he has to block Bob's new attack first. S/he is losing her calm.
"Stop that."
Michael sighed and tried to grab the builder from behind in a vague approximation of a grab he saw in a Bruce Lee film once or twice. He really, really hoped it would hold.You assist in holding him down and yelling at him.
"Now listen here! You stop bloody fighting and I let you out of this! We need to stop fighting or we're going to bloody die in here! Do you get it?"
Bite Micheal in the arm, when he recoils, sweep his legs (with any free limbs) and knock him into the he/she/it then grab some food in the chaos and run to a corner.
Orichalcum seems to have difficulty understanding Bob at the moment!
In any event s/he manages to stuff a bit of food into his/her mouth, keeping Bob down with his/her other hand."..."
Bite Micheal in the arm, when he recoils, sweep his legs (with any free limbs) and knock him into the he/she/it then grab some food in the chaos and run to a corner.You're too busy being force-fed to bite anyone.
Michael looked toward Ori and smiled. "So, uh, do I just call you Ori or is it just Orichalcu-- FUCK!"He gripped his hand as the builder bit down, and got knocked to the floor when the builder kicked him in the legs. As the action continued, he crawled over to a corner and snarled "Oh, that's bloody it!" and searched for his phone to call 999, 911, or whatever emergency services where nearby.Stop assuming success. You haven't been bitten. And presumably, your phone's been confiscated.
Call the police and get them to arrest Bob.
"Stop feeding me! I'm not even hungry! You guys are also ruining the deep and thoughtful conversation i was having with this demon spawn!"Trollgirl gives you an extra-hard kick in the face for the last word.
Michael continues to hold the builder down.Trollgirl nods no.
"Christ, what are we going to do with him? Call the police or something? Maybe the asylum too..."
Ori lets the more talkative pair argue and sits down next to the trollgirl, looking at her curiously.The trollgirl stares back. Her horns are simple, short, pointy horns.
"So you decked her in the face instead of, I dunno, asking politely for some food? You probably affirmed her suspicions! Stop calling her hellspawn as well!""My actions were very subdued, i was being nice to her! Where I'm from, you take someone's food it's usually a request to be beaten until death, then beaten until your heart restarts! Wait, more damn trolls?! It's looking like 4chan up in this bitch!"
Minutes later, the hatch opens and a metal ladder tosses down. A scrawny, tall man with four arms, T-shaped horns, pale skin, an orange eye, an aqua eye, and silver hair climbs down and picks up the bowls. He tosses them up the ladder and shoves the ladder up. He pulls out a pistol from his uniform.
"Iketoreukt kartksin."
((Kestvoshorik is the name of the language, not of the people. Kinda like how the English aren't the only ones to speak English. Second, there is no silent e in Kestvoshorik. Third, there is no q.))((Ah, you call them the "politically correct" term, but we all know they don't care being called Keshites))
No one, not even the human, call them Keshites. And what the hell does Baqur even mean?))((Kestvoshorik is the name of the language, not of the people. Kinda like how the English aren't the only ones to speak English. Second, there is no silent e in Kestvoshorik. Third, there is no q.))((Ah, you call them the "politically correct" term, but we all know they don't care being called Keshites))
((((Baaqur is a city, not a word along with Kakran and Bangheili))No one, not even the human, call them Keshites. And what the hell does Baqur even mean?))((Kestvoshorik is the name of the language, not of the people. Kinda like how the English aren't the only ones to speak English. Second, there is no silent e in Kestvoshorik. Third, there is no q.))((Ah, you call them the "politically correct" term, but we all know they don't care being called Keshites))
"Skhoel kraelr vae Zaank skaritvr Kestvoshorik?! <Do any of you speak Kestvoshorik?!>""Uh... <I know enough to get by>"
while we're passing through the crowd, subtly pickpocket a few people.((Damn,my idee))
Orichalcum observes the building and people for anything of note.The people are all tall, at least eight feet in height, with four arms, horns, and skin colors that range from caucasian to red to true black to true white.
Michael begins to absentmindly check for any humans, or for a coffee machine, or a vending machine, or something normal.No humans are found in the crowd. However, there is a vending machine, but all the products offered are written on in Kestvoshorik.
while we're passing through the crowd, subtly pickpocket a few people.Nobody here seems to have easily accessable pockets. You'd be noticed too easily if you tried.
Sam gives Michael a look similar to Orichalcum's. "Even so. They probably want us to thank them or some such. I'd have thought it was a given.""Yep, they wanna thank us for being so cooperative, being useless, and not killing each other."
Give the beggar some change if that wasn't confiscated.They confiscated most everything, but it appears they missed whatever is equivalent to a penny in British curency. You toss it at the beggar and she picks it up.
"Uh... What's she saying?""It's not real money. Or something along those lines."
PTW((Awww no, we cant have TWO Oreos in this game!))
Silently slip the gun from his holster and hide it in my clothes.He's still holding his gun.
((shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. We're fucked.))Silently slip the gun from his holster and hide it in my clothes.He's still holding his gun.
Go up the stairs and keep an eye out for any weapon, any guard with a weapon.No guards are seen, but a red dot shines in Bob's eye.
"Orichalcum."You've never seen me deal with nobles before then."
...Nothing unusual. It's a 'noble', after all. This place is basically a palace, isn't it? Of course we're not supposed to fight them. "
Michael looks at the builder, then looks around.Dunno, just hope to god no one recognizes my face.
"Why would they put snipers on us? We're a complete non-threat."
"Just making conversation. What's that like?""Ah. Well, I enjoy it. It's kinda relaxing once you've done it long enough to get a bit of leeway, you know?"
"Cool, that must be fun. Do you have a single shop or do you travel around?""Just making conversation. What's that like?""Ah. Well, I enjoy it. It's kinda relaxing once you've done it long enough to get a bit of leeway, you know?"
stay right next to a guard and watch.The guard you stand next to smacks you in the face.
"I swear, when y'all betray us I am going to take that chainspear and shove it up the ass of everyone in the room excluding myself of course, killing myself would be counterproductive, and it would hurt.""Oh yes. You'll have shown us then. For the moment, though, try being good."
Orichalcum moves away from Bob somewhat."The Baqurans tried that too... oh god so much blood..."
"Didn't quite expect that one. Okay, seriously, manacles and a gag."
This is going to be a more serious RP.((hehe, screwed that one up didn't I?))
"Fuck no. ! don'T wanT any K!smes!Tude whaTever w!Th h!m.""As if I would want to reciprocate whatever weird troll hate-love whatever the fuck feelings she might have."
Michael looked at the builder, then said. "Except that's ruthlessly barbaric?""Exactly, only a civilized society would do such a thing. Besides, if a sentient can't stop itself from being murdered and eaten, it deserves its fate."
"Ahuh."Michael looked at the builder, then said. "Except that's ruthlessly barbaric?""Exactly, only a civilized society would do such a thing. Besides, if a sentient can't stop itself from being murdered and eaten, it deserves its fate."
"Hey, Noble Lady. What is the crime rate in this city? Would somebody expect to get mugged anywhere on the streets?""Should I ask, or would that knowledge implicate me?"
"I do believe it's a watch you can type on- kinda like one of those portable keypads they made for the mute around where I was from. Trolls are notorious for their insistence on distinctive typing habits, in case you haven't noticed. Anyways.""I've noticed, I'm just trying to suppress any thoughts relating to it to prevent myself for killing everyone in a blind fucking rage."
Sam sighs. "Can you go ten minutes without making death threats? It gets kinda annoying.""Fine, fine. Sorry that things piss me off." *eye roll*
Sam follows along.
"The typewatch was named for being a watch you type into to display text on a hologram in front of you. Now it just says what you're thinking to say in your mind.""Oh shit... I really don't want one any more, in fact keep them far away from me."
Orichalcum immediately looks for something to write/type on. in his/her room. A person's gotta have his/her journalling, and all that.Orichalcum finds an unopened packet of black and cyan lined paper and a stack of blank paper on the desk.
Assuming Ori can find a writing implement, s/he immediately begins recording the recent events in neat, practiced type. On the blank paper.Ori does indeed find a writing implement. It would be cruel of them to give you all that paper without a pencil.
Alaric quickly looks around, and tries to find a way off the roof.No way off is visible.
"Alright, what sort of chaos has this gotten me into now?"
"Hey, anyone else hear that stomping noise? It sounds like it's coming from the roof."Probably should have mentioned that it wasn't Viilaerze's roof. Probably.
"Hmm... What now?"You try to slide down. However, since the floor is three stories below you, you hurt your feet on the ground below. It hurts to walk on your right foot. A red dot focuses on you.
After taking in the sights of the city around him, he decided to slide down, not wanting to defy physics more than he usually did, warping the fabric of Spacetime to get through all the various systems and all that.
Michael quickly walked into the room and sat down at the desk, pulling up the chair.'EY! Who said you were responsible for the computer's design? The computer is most certainly tangible. It's the same geometric and adorned with curvy spikes as what seems to be the theme in the citadel. The screen is ridiculously thin. Anyways, the first thing Michael should notic is that the keyboard lacks the shift or capslock keys. It also has fifty-three letter-characters and eight number characters. The punctuation characters don different appearances. Trying to figure out how to type what you need to search is gonna be difficult.
Right. He really, really desperately needed to find out what the hell was going on. He started the computer up (It was a fairly underwhelming, conventional design for a really futuristic world until it clicked that the design was entirely holographic: the only solid bit was the projector which was barely the size of a credit card) and began to search up everything he could.
Find out the history of this strange future, starting from the 31st of December 2012.
Sam sits down at his desk and holds his head as he attempts to recall the blank portions of his memory.The blank portions are stubborn at being found.
He quickly grabbed his ankle, wishing he had some meds or something to soothe the pain.You duck into an alley between two large houses, not finding any other cover. The sound of rubber rolling on pavement gets closer.
"Agh... That wasn't such a good idea. What now? I'm lost, and who knows where I am. Guess the only way to go is forward, then. Or... Not."
He began shuffling along, before noticing the dot, and tries to hide from it.
Search my room for anything sharp, and take it.Logically, anything sharp would be placed in the kitchen drawers. Bobby gets a fairly large bread knife. Presumably you'd like to conceal it, correct? You unconvincingly hide it in your clothes.
"I do believe it's a good night for a stroll. I'll be back later."
"Wait... Oh dear. I do hope thats not some sort of IFV or something. I swear, if I've been sent to some prison world, or some dictatorship ruled world, there will be hell to pay."The vehicle drives up to the alley and stops. It looks like a truck for police work.
He waited, and slinked further into the shadows as the rumbling grew closer. If he had is pistol with him, he would have loaded it and drawn it already, not that it would do much against a vehicle.
Get out into the streets. Remember where the house is, don't wanna get lost. And head to the shadiest looking part of town.You're almost out the door when the yellow guard stops you.
Sam goes off to explore the palace(or whatever this place is.).Sam wanders and walks into the throne room. Viilaerze isn't sitting in her chair anymore, instead probably having left to get sleep. However, one of her throneside guards still stands there.
"Hmm... Police? Seems like that might be either good or bad... Hmm... Perhaps it would be best to keep undetected?"The driver-side door opens, which, like in the US, is on the left side. A woman like the ones the others see everywhere steps out, her skin a light gray color, eyes being red and cyan, hair a coppery orange, and horns that look long and straight. Her uniform has a black and orange color scheme, and she holds a pistol.
He stayed in the alley, hoping these police men wouldn't be in a... Outsider murdering mood.
Tell the guard i heard some noises on local rooftops, he should go check it out instead of worrying about me."<No. For the time being, you are technically the lady's property. I have orders to keep you inside until the lady tells me she has work for you that will take you outside.>"
Sam says good evening back at the guard who sounds weirdly like him, then looks around for rooms he hasn't been in yet.The guard follows him.
Alaric, hearing the officer, comes out, hands up."Smart human. Now get in the back of the truck."
"Here I am. No weapons or anything."
"Uh, yeah, sure." Sam continues looking around.Sam walks into a large library. Some of the shelves hold actual books, some hold disks, and others hold various electronic devices. A few servants are in here. The speakers faintly emmit electronic rock.
"Fine, ya bright yellow asshole."Her name is spelled Teceli. There is no R in her first name. You run into the same computer problem as Michael did.
Go back to my room and look up a way to download iphone-esque autocorrect onto typewatches. Steal Terceli's watch and download the autocorrect to it. ((I hope to high heaven this works, because it'll be funny as hell.)) Watch her rage.
Sam grabs an electronic device and turns it on, because why not.It seems to be like a tablet, but the screan is so thin it's hard to believe there's machinery in there.
Go to the kitchen and sneak a decent amount of pots and pans up into my room, one by one to prevent noise. Then, use my bedsheet to hold all the pot in, then fashion a rope from any other spare sheets nearby. Get on the roof, string up the bag of pots, and burn the rope holding up the bag. Go downstairs before the crashing of stuff is heard on top of the roof, when the guards rush up to attack the "intruders" I'll sneak out the front door.You walk to the kitchen. Inside is an onyx-black skinned demonblood, bald, and very muscular. He turns to face you, setting down his knife and picking up a mallet. From the looks of his eyes, he hasn't had sleep in a while. His lips are riddled with bite marks, a sign of one of his habits.
Sam starts going through the tablet's programs and whatnot, curiously.First, you must figure out how to turn it on. Doing so is a bit difficult, as it appears two buttons need to be held down at the same time, but soon it faintly hums and turns on. Rather than programs, it holds a variety of books, all in Kestvoshorik and with the Latin alphabet. She followed you in, by the way, orange guard. She's looking over your shoulders.
Leave the kitchen, find someone to walk near.You find that at night, few people are out and doing things. You do find a cleaning servant, however. He works hard to hose down the tiles in the garden. They appear to be coated in blood. He gags slightly.
Alaric decided to not question the officer, and got in.The trucky car is driven to the hub building, the one with the elevators.
I wonder what I've done wrong now? Hopefully nothing that warrants an execution or anything...
Orichalcum starts wandering the halls, looking for...well, who knows what.
"Oh god." Sam sets that down and leaves the library.Sam sets it down on the side of the shelf, where it falls off and hits the ground.
"So, what am I being brought in for, Officer?""You hid from the snipers. In the noble district."
He passes the time by just buttoning and unbuttoning some of the pilot's suit's pockets.
<Hey, why was I not invited to whatever event caused such a great amount of blood to be spilled?>"<I hate blood... Hello?>"
"S-snipers? I didn't know about any snipers. All I remember was waking up on the roof of some house, then I tried getting down, and now here I am.""Stay in the car and make room for a new passenger."
He looks at the scuffle going on outside the car. He gulps. This situation he's in doesn't seem to be going well at all.
Orichalcum raises an eyebrow at what the guard just said.
"... Do I want to know?"
"Uh, okay. Hey, wait. Why're you still following me?" Sam turns to Orichalcum."Don't know. You want me to leave?"
"Good evening. And no, no, you really don't."
<Hello my hemophobic alien friend. Exactly what happened here?>"<Viilaerze dueled with one of her guards. Guard lost.>"
<Hmm, sounds fun. Hey, when your done cleaning up the blood can you teach me to work the computers around here?>"<I'm afraid not. Ask someone else.>"
"I don't mind, it's just a little weird." He shrugs.
Orichalcum chuckles and looks between the two, rather quietly."Tsaat! <Yes!>" ((Pronounced "tsaht" and said very fast.))
Bob finds that everything that he says now sounds like he's on helium.((You mean i sound like im floating on a balloon?! Awesome!))
((More like his voice went real high pitched.))((bitch, you cant change the pitch of my fine ass manly voice. When i speak, all da alien bitches in dah room wish their species had testicles that could drop and possibly produce a voice as fine as mine.))
Alaric wakes up, after sleeping on the drive.Allie continues to sing to herself.
"Hmm... What now..."
"Fuck"
"Hm. Sounds like the guard's done beating Bob. I think I'm gonna go take another look around."The guard closes Bob's door and locks it. She pulls out a device and presses a button. His bindings seem to dissolve.
Pick up something heavy and beat down the door with it. Every strike will be accompanied by either a "fuck" or a "you" in sequential repeating order starting at "fuck"You pick up a metal chair and smash it against the door, which is made of the same metal. Neither of them break.
KEEP TRYING. MINE IS THE CHAIR THAT WILL PIERCE THE DOORS!! DO NOT STOP UNTIL EITHER THE DOOR BREAKS, OPENS, OR THE CHAIR BREAKS. IF THE CHAIR BREAKS USE THE BITS AND PIECES IT BROKE INTO. DO NOT STOP UNTIL EVERYTHING IS BUT DUST.Pick up something heavy and beat down the door with it. Every strike will be accompanied by either a "fuck" or a "you" in sequential repeating order starting at "fuck"You pick up a metal chair and smash it against the door, which is made of the same metal. Neither of them break.
Alaric keeps messing around with the pockets of his outfit.Allie immediately turns to face Alaric.
"Hmmm... Some credits, a stick of chocolate, and... ooh, a wait... no, thats just some scrap parts for my PAD."
Neither of the two objects will break. Demnbloods are good at making things that are ridiculously difficult to damage.KEEP TRYING. MINE IS THE CHAIR THAT WILL PIERCE THE DOORS!! DO NOT STOP UNTIL EITHER THE DOOR BREAKS, OPENS, OR THE CHAIR BREAKS. IF THE CHAIR BREAKS USE THE BITS AND PIECES IT BROKE INTO. DO NOT STOP UNTIL EVERYTHING IS BUT DUST.Pick up something heavy and beat down the door with it. Every strike will be accompanied by either a "fuck" or a "you" in sequential repeating order starting at "fuck"You pick up a metal chair and smash it against the door, which is made of the same metal. Neither of them break.
Fine then. SING PERFECT DUBSTEP. THE AMAZING WUBS WILL VIBRATE THE LOCK AT THE MOLECULAR LEVEL AND UNLOCK THE DOOR. ALSO IT'S BADASS, BUT THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT.You-
"Yep. Chocolate. Gotta have something with you when your piloting a ship, and would prefer not to crash into things by heading into your galley to heat up some toast or something. Also, its some good chocolate.""Yes!"
He holds out the solid stick of chocolate to Allie, breaking off a chunk for himself.
"Want some?"
Ori ponders.
"You were on... specialists, I think. Maybe. "
"Yeah. Sounds about right.""Did I tell you how a specialty can use a specific emotion as fuel?"
((I stopped being serious after I made a character named Bob T. Builder attempt to punt an alien chick in the face because she was in the way of some food i didnt want. Also: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VxWiq_fxmU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAba9Mjoinw))Fine then. SING PERFECT DUBSTEP. THE AMAZING WUBS WILL VIBRATE THE LOCK AT THE MOLECULAR LEVEL AND UNLOCK THE DOOR. ALSO IT'S BADASS, BUT THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT.You-
Wha-
How-
I have a few things to say about that.
One: We apparently have pretty different taste in music.
B: HOW DO YOU SING DUBSTEP?!
III: Let alone perfect, which nothing ever is, no matter what it is.
d: You "sing" mediocre dubstep, probably not helped by your lower jaw being both dislocated and broken into three pieces, but all it does is wake up any sleeping servants in the nearby rooms.
5: This is supposed to be somewhat serious. If your actions are impossible in real life and you aren't a demonblood, it probably won't work. Even if you are, it probably won't work, because they break physics in specific ways.
Also: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VxWiq_fxmU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAba9Mjoinw))((That's actually kinda awesome.))
"Well, this place looks like its rather important. Probably a noble's palace or something like that."It's not actually that fancy.
He puts the items he found away in the ship pilot's outfit pockets.
USE THE SHEETS OF THE BED TO MAKE ROPE, USE ANY OTHER ITEMS THAT CAN BE UTILIZED FOR ROPE. TIE ROPE TO BED, USE COMPUTER TO SMASH THE WINDOW, CLIMB OUT OF THAT BITCH USING THE ROPE. SING PERFECT DUBSTEP ON THE WAY DOWN.There are no windows. This room is on the inside. Even if there were, the windows wouldn't break that easily.
"Mmhm..." Sam seems a little amused."I can't think of anything else to say about the specialists. Moving on to the genetic abominations!"
Alaric gets out of the vehicle."Eep. I don't want to die."
Well, this is the part where they kill us.
((EVERYTHING COOL IS IMPOSSIBLE.))Nobody seems to do anthing. Perhaps someone went to the switch on your wall and made the walls soundproof in irritation. You are being quite obnoxious.
Fine then, SING DUBSTEP UNTIL SOMEONE COMES TO STOP ME, JUMP THEM AND KNOCK THAT BITCH OUT.
Alaric waits, watching the door.A voice comes from a speaker on the ceiling.
"If only my father could see me now. Lost on some strange planet. He had the same thing happen to him, before. But that's history. You probably wouldn't care to listen about the life of an old smuggler, but, might as well tell stories to pass the time, right?"
Sam listens to the guard curiously."Well, once we tried to produce bio weapons..."
Sam smirks. "So, they failed? Or were the abominations intentional?"Th guard walks by Bob's room. If he would shut up, he could overhear the conversation. Apparently, no one shut the noise off.
"Alaric Kelarn.""A confiscator will enter the room shortly."
"Confiscator... What in the name of the council have I gotten into...""Tell me, where did the other one go? I was told there were two of you."
He reached for his pockets, and looked at the parts for the PAD that he had. A small control chip, it glimmered with possibility. It was said that one could remove the factory inhibitions that the Alliance Cybernetics Control Council forced the installation of for every new PAD and other Synth that was made. You could even get a PAD to kill, and use it's Plasma torch to attack. Not that the nail sized chip would do much now.