|
Post by miskah on Jan 16, 2006 16:44:04 GMT -5
Pander slyly saunters up, and snatches the bag of Bone-D, devouring all that's left. Furax shakes his head and lights up 3 cigars simultaneously.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 16, 2006 16:46:23 GMT -5
Pander fairly soon feels his magi senses contracting in space and time, pushing him up through the heady molasses of the ether. Godlike senses are normally pretty tight, but this is the next level of sensory action, and with it time dilation and distortion.
|
|
|
Post by miskah on Jan 18, 2006 17:32:20 GMT -5
Sweeeeeetttt......light up a fat one.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 18, 2006 19:21:40 GMT -5
Somewhere, Kumo can be heard saying (a bit too loudly), "I hear Sarashito was a problem for the Inner Science Department. This is a baby-sitting mission, if you ask me!"
Quion looks at Sarashito, who puts down her fork. "Don't let him get to you. He's gotten used to behaving like that. He actually cares about you. I can tell you're as strong as anyone here. You don't have anything to prove." He then smiles. "Ominai tells me as much."
Similar words are being bandied about by Krane. "Dude, she was a member of Enryukai, how FUCKED up is that?!", Laura says, showing her surfer girl side. Krane simply eats her pittance as only a Leaper can.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 21:35:54 GMT -5
After everyone has had their fill (or not), the Ranger's Wings lands in a VIP parking spot on the planet. Fred comments, "Isn't this unfairly using our privil..." "Shut up, Fred, we want to get to relaxing faster not slower.", Badcat interrupts. A ramp opens, and the team begins to make its way to decontamination and quarantine. Hot water is rushed over everybody. Now it's time to load onto trains. On the loading dock, an elegant white marble structure (somehow quite cool and not at all slippery) with a large Big Ben-style clock in the center of a number of train lines going different directions, Helvena says, "This is where we split up. If you want to go to the main spa TBX rented, get on Train 8. Otherwise, there's an information desk over there."
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 22:16:54 GMT -5
Mostly likely the last to arrive, Xexilia stands at the back of the large group, hands loosely gripping her helmet in hand. Her facial expression was one of confusion, though she had no eyes to emphasize it, and seemed as if she just came here by accident. "...?"
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 22:27:07 GMT -5
OOG: What did Xexilia plan on doing on vacation? Gamble, relax, surf, what?
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 22:29:06 GMT -5
(Relax and surf, maybe meet other people, unknowingly)
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 23:03:00 GMT -5
NPCs are doing the following:
Gambling: Kumo Scar-Eye, Jack, Swaggard, Mauler Sledge, Mica
Pulling pranks all over the planet: Bombardi, Envy
Drinking and Partying: Jin, Mosho, Pander, Furax, Milky, Crash Fox, Quion (may join Bombardi in the prankery), Kell-Jylar, Chael Kahal, Jangagan, Sarashito
Relaxing: Amdalus (reading), Helvena, Viktor (managing bonsai), Mr. Fo (Tai Chi), Maximillian (writing),
Surfing: Laura Wild (planning on hanging with Raysh some of the time), Raysh (Doing Kid Activities with her boys), Wyatt, Evan
Hitting the Restaraunts: Gluttony, Clobberhorn
Getting Into Fights: Krane, Rayzen, Frank Brown, Handyman, Grunkt, Excellia, Denios, Fracas
Swimming and Deep-Diving: Dr. Blammo
Climbing: K'rtak, Stral
Seeking Out Caster Shells: Klene, Foron Verk
Shopping/Theft: Korg
Quite a few folks plan on doing something but haven't decided yet.
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 23:12:42 GMT -5
Xexilia'll probably end up relaxing, either listening to music or just watching...whoever isn't relaxing
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 23:25:25 GMT -5
So for the moment heading to the hot springs TBX rented?
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 23:28:58 GMT -5
Yus! ^^
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 23:41:27 GMT -5
Xexilia steps onto the train alongside Amdalus, Helvena, Viktor, Mr. Fo, and Maximillian. Then Xexilia sees something that catches her eye for a variety of reasons. There is a titanic bronzed man with skin as red as blood and hair as dark, yet with sky blue eyes showing both a calm and a dreaming nature; a sardonic looking man whose fingers are surprisingly slender looking, those of an artist and not a warrior, his brown hair spiking up in the front and flowing down the back, skin bronzed; and a short Arabic-skinned man with blue-purple bangs, one red and one blue eye, covered in a hide of scars. All three look somewhat disingenuous in beach wear, the first two in swimming boxers, the third in an elegant robe monogrammed with the initials "XVS". These are the original Crashing Heavens: Thrash Ranari, Badcat Xiang, Xenocratis Veneficium Secutor. Thrash smiles at Xexilia. "Ah, an even NEWER member! Welcome. You came highly recommended from Knives and NERV."
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 23, 2006 23:47:56 GMT -5
"Thank you." Xexilia nods lightly as she turns to what she pinpoints as Thrash's voice. "Sorry...Did I come late?" Even with no ability to see, she felt a bit foolish going on what NERV called a vacation while in her EVA suit and armor. As she turns her head to listen to other voices for a moment, she idly scratches one of the large stitches on her face.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 23:58:54 GMT -5
Xeno comments, reading the newspaper (covered in a very subtle laminant for some reason) as the train lurches forward, "Well, you're here on time, ergo you were on our ship, ergo you weren't that late." With her enhanced hearing, Xexilia hears a strange sloshing sound. "That would be the hot water bath, arriving just on time." As he says it, hot water rushes down the train. It is soothing and nice, filled with a lowest common denominator scent and bath salt that is comforting and appealing to all races.
The train lurches up the mountain, getting faster and faster, though not as fast as it could be. They move through the city, then out into the countryside. Aside from Crashing Heavens, there's a small family, a group of large-looking guys (demons, giants, etc.), and some businessmen holding their suitcases in speedos and bathrobes. Suddenly, the large men get up. One of the demons flares up with power, and one of the men's arms turn into a drill and a howitzer. "Everyone, give us your money and valuables, now! We're taking you as hostages officially for the Heilenian Liberation Organization!" One of the men comes up with a pistol and points it at Xeno's newspaper. As the NPCs (and probably the PCs) begin to get ready to fight, Badcat telepathically communicates, "Let us get this one."
OOG: Xexilia didn't get through quarantine/decontamination with her armor. It was placed in the dimensional locker. Tenrei forbids non-beach wear to have on, though one can buy clothes to go up to mountains or other areas that require warmer apparel.
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 0:18:34 GMT -5
(Okay!)
Thankful that during quarantine and decontamination someone had suggested her armor to be removed, she had cheated somewhat with getting a suit. She simply cut off the skin-tight sleeves and legs of her own, since it was already adjusted similarly to a bathing suit, and bought a pair of dark silver board shorts to wear.
Turning her head towards the commotion, she shifted a little on her feet, remaining silent as if doing so would make her less likely to be noticed.
|
|
|
Post by korglobster on Jan 24, 2006 2:19:28 GMT -5
Korg also steals all the live lobsters from restaurants he passes and sets them free.
But not the crabs...he doesn't like the crabs very much.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 2:27:37 GMT -5
Something about moving around light speed makes stealing lobsters and putting them back into the sea easy.
Unfortunately, after a few iterations, a particularly quick Quick-Flex Shopkeep calls out, "Hey! Put that back!" Korg's going to attract a police group fairly quickly...
|
|
|
Post by korglobster on Jan 24, 2006 2:30:13 GMT -5
Korg puts on his Gonzo Nose and Glasses...while whistling innocently.
|
|
|
Post by Ainsophaur on Jan 24, 2006 2:33:30 GMT -5
Wyatt and Evan will go surf, then relax a bit, maybe have a few drinks, smoke a bowl...then surf somemore.
Jack will find a casino and try to make some money.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 2:46:51 GMT -5
Amazingly, the properties of the nose and moustache make the Quick-Flex Alien turn away. More lobster is freed. By now, Korg has raided about twenty places, ranging from fancy restaraunts to street-side ramen or grill joints.
Laura Wild smiles at Evan and Wyatt. "Pretty good for kook namers, but why don't we go to the Tier 4 section, huh?"
The casino group is waiting for a ride. In the distance, an... explosion? Rush of dust and smoke? Engine roaring?
|
|
|
Post by halfhero on Jan 24, 2006 18:52:42 GMT -5
Through drug induced multi planar awareness, Spira will notice the train being hijacked, and desperately plead with TBX to let him destroy them.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 20:52:01 GMT -5
"Hell no. This is a vacation, Spira. Besides, shouldn't you be drinking or something?", Thrash replies.
The man pointing a pistol at Xeno's newspaper says, "Get to the wallet, old man." Xeno calmly folds his newspaper and reaches to his pocket. "2000 years old, actually." The thugs think for a second, then one of them says, "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Xeno tosses his wallet in the gunman's face, breaking through a barrier generator of planetary proportions and crushing the man's nose like a walnut. A red rush fills the water. As the thug falls down, Xeno steps forward, getting up with explosive force, putting his right foot forward, his left hand grabbing his wallet while his right hand slipped behind his back and threw his newspaper at a demoness, cutting in half her natural armor and pinning her into the wall by its remnants.
The demon who appears to be the leader of this group smiles and says, "Old Guard, hmm? Try to deal with THIS!" Flame erupts around him, creating a rush of steam. Badcat stands, shaking his head. "Oh, come the hell on." Suddenly, the essence of earth is infused into water. Badcat sloshes around the incredibly hard water, trapping all the foes and dispelling the steam harmlessly.
Suddenly, four winged foes from outside erupt at the train. They all carry fusion blocks and detonators. Thrash stands up and twirls a stick he picked up. Suddenly it as if a whole world was birthed on his skin. As the stick spins, the four foes are disarmed, swirled around violently, and sucked into the train.
Xeno looks at the hijackers. "Ah, an interrogation! How convenient. Does anyone else wish to take the honors? I want to provide the negative incentive, if no one objects."
Amdalus continues reading. "Might it not be advisable to not do this in front of children?" The mother nods eagerly.
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 21:00:43 GMT -5
Xexilia shakes her head, not objecting to any sort of interrogations. She seems content to remain standing, though it was probably out of reasoning that she wasn't sure of where open seats were.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 21:32:50 GMT -5
OOG: The car was full of empty seats.
Xeno shrugs, looking at the veritable sculpture formed of the assailants. "This is our stop anyways." The stop looks scarcely used, overgrown with weeds, but there is nonetheless a clear path down to a gigantic, apparently wooden salon building, obscured by a colossal forest containing three lakes and a great river. Badcat shakes his head. "Those plants are artificial, as is most of this forest. Well, disembark and get to your rooms." Amdalus carries a large briefcase overflowing with books. Maximillian, the Rulian Translator, has left his Xardion at home and instead is busily scribbling on a pad. Badcat holds the captured men in the air. Helvena the Titan, Viktor the Ateng black-winged bird man, and Mr. Fo the Tien Hsueh Master carry nothing.
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 22:02:09 GMT -5
(Yes, but she can't see that... >_>)
Also carrying nothing, she follows the rest of the group according to their footsteps, pulling her hair back into a higher braided ponytail as she walked. Xexilia stretches out her arms a little while hearing the distant great river and smelling the artificial and natural aromas of the huge forest.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 22:06:23 GMT -5
OOG: She could tell. Even without eyesight, VH Godlike Keenness is just that, very high godlike perception ability and precision. She can smell, hear, feel, taste, and use thirty or forty other perceptions as well as simulate sight with electromagnetic detectors ala Geordi LaForge all over a planet. Simply by using the displacement of air as she moves through a space, she can get a 100% perfect 3-D map of all physical objects within several thousand feet. Because pigments have distinct molecular structures, she can "smell" and "feel" color.
The aromae are not artificial, at least. These seem to be real trees, but their roots are shallow, and they are a breed not native to the area: that much is clear by the distinct DNA of many of the breeds. They do form an interesting palette of color, however. There are secrets to be found here, she feels.
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 22:10:24 GMT -5
(Whee! Colors!)
A slight smile crosses her face when she sees the myriad of color from the foreign trees, the thought of perhaps discovering something raising her initially dull interest in the vacation. Turning to the colors of some of the people in front of her for a moment, she turned her attention back to the scenery, a bit more comfortable with it.
|
|
|
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 22:35:28 GMT -5
Badcat walks next to Xexilia. "Nice, huh? Normally we don't like to flaunt money, but you guys really deserve it." He speaks more quietly. "Listen. I know you're still not wholly comfortable with everyone here. I understand the defense mechanisms we build to protect ourselves from being hurt. I also know they simply don't work. The people here are from a variety of backgrounds. Some may be insensitive, on occasions cruel or mean, what have you. But none of them are truly evil. You're safe. I promise. Trees are many great things, but they can't be friends the same way people can." He smiles in his traditional jaded and sardonic manner. "I bet when Jin et al get back they'll be fairly drunk and want to wander around in the trees. Can you keep an eye on them?"
|
|
|
Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 22:47:20 GMT -5
If her eyelids had been free from the stitches, she would have blinked once or twice. "I...suppose I can." She could almost hear his smile, sensing the muscles in his face move as he did so, and she returned it with a small smile of her own. "And thank you--but I'm not very concerned with people being good, or evil; I question myself, even." Her head cocks to the side as she glances at the colors of the trees again. "When you...volunteer for NERV, you don't get out very often and socialize with people."
|
|