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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 20, 2007 1:26:43 GMT -5
"A lot of the time, depending on the creature, item, etc., psychic impressions are left. I guess you must've thought a lot about it while in that helmet, so, yeah." He wiggles his fingers. "Psychic. Unlike Mace, who's more concerned with magic and power in general. I prefer...subtler, supporting ways. I'm the back-up, artillery, in a sense. Medic, mechanic, etc." He continues on down the hall.
"Well, since you shared some of your past, it's only fair I share some of mine." He smiles at her. "Unless you care to not listen."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 20, 2007 1:33:48 GMT -5
"No, go right ahead." She holds her helmet between her hands in front of her.
"Too loud..." Staccato mumbles, passing between the two with a whine, her hands over the ear muffs she still wore--attempting to retreat to her own chamber with her eyes shut, her small size making only her mumble the easiest thing to catch.
Xexilia watched the child run away, blinking before looking at Brent. "So what kind of past have you experienced?"
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 20, 2007 1:40:42 GMT -5
"Well...where I come from, all this," he spreads his arms out, waving at her, the CH in general. "Is all just a computer game. You make-up characters, like you're writing a story. Things are dictated by stats, dices, the gamemaster, and other things. But somehow, I just fell asleep one night infront of my computer and....I woke up here, infront of Mace and Laura." He looks down, cynching his lips to the right in a thoughtful look.
"I was floating. I looked exactly like I do around here when I'm in my elemental form. I can manipulate this world more directly than any of you can, as far as I know. I can change, 'flux' and some of the researchers here like to call it, into different....affinities, attributes, trainers. You probably don't know what I'm talking about, but basically, the building blocks of who I am." He smiles shyly. "Yeah, confusing, I know. But basically, I helped build this entire place. I don't even know where my character is. Probably dead without me behind him in essence, commanding his actions."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 20, 2007 1:43:26 GMT -5
She blinks, confused and a bit lost for a moment before managing to say "This must be some...powerful game," while replacing her helmet over her head. "That would scare me to death!"
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 20, 2007 1:48:08 GMT -5
"Well, you can imagine how I feel then. I'm the one who got sucked into something I thought was just a game. Now I'm actually here. At least I know some weird, yet, fun stuff about this place." He looks forward again as they continue walking.
"In my world, people who took the game too seriously and actually thought it was 'real' usually went and buried their lives inside basements, sometimes even killing people. I wondered for awhile if that's not what happened to me for a few months, but now I've come to terms with it. It's real, so are you, but just in a different way from how I am."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 20, 2007 1:51:05 GMT -5
"I hope so. I've always liked the alternate dimension sort of theory--leaves all possibilities a bit less surprising when you discover it."
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 20, 2007 1:54:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, me too." Brent stops suddenly, looking at the ground, a big, shit-eating grin on his face. "Holy crap. OH MY GOD!"He starts jumping up and down.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 20, 2007 2:00:24 GMT -5
Xexilia jumps back a little in surprise, looking at him. "What??"
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 20, 2007 2:05:38 GMT -5
He turns to her, hugs her tightly, then blinking, slowly backs away. He blushes. "Sorry." He jumps up and down again, grinning, immediately forgeting the embarassing moment. "What if...we find a sea of unused characters? Plotlines unused or maybe a vault of everything about this universe? A chamber..." His eyes grow wide. "I think I may have a way to help us defeat Itek. I got to go talk with Fred. Want to come with?" He referred to the Old Guard member. "I need to run this by him."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 20, 2007 2:08:07 GMT -5
"Uh--I-I guess so. Sure." She seems even more confused by his ideas as he speaks, but ready to follow nonetheless.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 20, 2007 2:10:33 GMT -5
He takes her hand without thought this time and starts running. "No, not Fred. Tyrant." He stops suddenly in the hall. "TYRANT! I need to speak with you!" He yells it out, though Tyrant will appear out of no where, it seems, when he's called, as if he never needed to yell.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 20, 2007 2:12:42 GMT -5
She follows without complaint, somewhat silenced by her lack of understanding at his sudden change of direction.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 21, 2007 15:20:36 GMT -5
"GOTCHA!!!" *followed by a loud WUMPF, as hack finally tackles his sister*
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2007 20:36:37 GMT -5
Denios responds to Mace's bellowing after all this time, bringing the beef ramen and... beef sushi in, as well as a carpaccio because he is disgusted by the notion of beef sushi. "So how's it going?", he asks, clearly referring to the quarantine and the process of becoming accustomed to the Heart of Kalaybero, as he kicks over the tray past the circle. The circle repels the tray, so he kicks once more, this time forming a white sphere around it. The tray hovers in mid-air, as if held by molasses, then finally slides over. It spills all over the ground.
Watching silently with her is an elderly Simvan woman, nose-ring through her flat lizard-like face which is currently contorted into a smile. "So what do those senses tell you about that smile, Staccato?"
OOG: Xexilia's prosthetic eyes are actually much, much, much better than most imaginable human eyes.
Tyrant walks out of Mace's room. "Yes?", he says to Brent. Staccato feels the sensation of something... hard. Static. Totally unchanging. Compared to the shifting sands of reality, he seems somehow more real than real itself.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 26, 2007 23:02:26 GMT -5
Mace looks down at all the spilt food and gestures lazily, using a his magic to re-set the tray, purify the food, and to draw it over to him. "Well, it could be better. I'm really tempted to ask what this is," he says, pointing at the carpaccio. He looks up at Denios. "Wouldn't happen to know why Jerry's across the hall in the nude, would ya?"
Brent grins. "Tyrant, is it possible that there are others like me in this universe? There is a plane for every sort of element, energy, etc., right? I think if we found out where I got-" Unable to find the words, he flails his arms around and jabs them at himself. "This body from, the meta-energy and stuff, we may find something very useful. Imagine how much information must be stored away in that place! Itek's weaknesses. Weapons. Allies. So many possiblities. Do you think it's possible?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2007 23:16:41 GMT -5
He finds controlling the food nearly impossible in his state. "No, I wouldn't. I tend to avoid looking at nude men. It is raw beef prepared with olive oil, peppercorns and basil."
"...Everyzing is possible. But vy vould Itek's weaknesses be stored in an artifact of... ZIS universe?"
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 26, 2007 23:37:50 GMT -5
Mace sighs at his lack of magic. "Think it's still good to eat?" Mace tilts his head enough to look back behind Denios. "Meh." He turns back to Denios. "Need somethin' D?"
"Not an artifact. A plane. A meta-plane. A place between this universe, and mine. And it may not be in this universe. It could be stored somewhere where none of you can exist, but maybe I can. I need a way to find that. I think it may have something to do with searching through the core of my energy, a thread of sorts, leading back to the source."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 28, 2007 18:31:43 GMT -5
"I think eating is generally preferable to starving." He sighs and says after a bit, "I just wanted to see you... Any one of us might be in this position." He seems to be hiding something, not very well (most demons of his type are crappy liars).
"In this sense, I was using artifact to mean an object. If it is outzide of this universe, vy would you expect me to have any expertise with it?"
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 28, 2007 19:19:42 GMT -5
Mace looks at Denios and raises an eyebrow. He turns and starts resetting the tray, brushing everything off. He nibbles on the beef sushi, looking at Den. "Yeah, well, none of you were stupid enough to actually go out and try it. What is it you want, D?"
"You're..." Brent gestures wildly, again, and points. "Strong, knowledgeable. I just figured that maybe you've had a run in with a meta-being or something. I was just testing my resources on information." Brent sighs. "I believe it's possible. If I exist, I am pretty sure something else like me exist. Maybe not sentient, but very helpful." Brent looks at Xexilia. "Sorry, I got a little spastic there."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 1, 2007 0:19:29 GMT -5
Denios laughs. "I don't want anything. Some of us wouldn't have a choice."
"You are very unique. I have not studied someone like you extensively."
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 1, 2007 19:14:46 GMT -5
Mace coughs a bit at the taste of the food, apparently missing a hair that got on to the meat. He pulls out the strand and shrugs, tossing it aside to nibble on the carpaccio, checking it thoroughly first. "That's not what I meant, D. You're hiding something, bub."
Brent looks at Tyrant and considers something for a moment, but seems to toss it aside. "You're welcome to, if you want. I figure I may be of some use. May be able to add to One Heaven if you find something useful in me."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 1, 2007 22:03:08 GMT -5
OOG: A piece of hair from Mace?
"When my Khashem Horizona release... I transform. Without control. And the Khashem release when they so choose."
"Vell, I'll just need a biopsy."
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 1, 2007 23:12:14 GMT -5
(He sheds like anyone else, and he has long hair, where his is pron to shedding from time to time in large amounts.)
Mace looks at Denios and nods, thinking about this. "Uh huh. By the way, any time during this I sound like I'm not eager or happy to hear what you have to say, it's just the mood swings. Nothing personal." He takes a bite out of the carpaccio, taking a bit of pleasure out of it and wonders if he could learn how to make it himself. "What are the "Khashem Horizona' anyway? And that doesn't seem like everything you want to say."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 3, 2007 22:50:18 GMT -5
Staccato winces at the strong sensation, glancing up at the Simvan with confused eyes. "Um...that he's--he's a normal happy?"
Xexilia laughs a little at Brent's apology, still lost within the conversation in general.
"Dennn~~!" A small voice cried, claws scratching at the back of Denios' leg. A cherub-formed Zenexoria, no higher than perhaps an average human's calf, had intruded into their conversation. A large bruise had grown on her head, small, almost fake tears in her large demonic eyes as if she were putting up an act whether she hurt herself or not. "I twipped an fell an now mah hed huurts!!!" Her speech seemed rather...lacking. She jumped up and down, a signal for him to take pity and lift her up, her tiny claws having torn holes through her long sleeves to continue scratching at Denios' leg, though she stopped at the sight of hte carpaccio in Mace's hand.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 3, 2007 23:34:33 GMT -5
(Oh boy...poor Zene XD Mace has a protective barrier around him, so I just want to warn you of that beforehand.)
Mace looks over at Zene and blinks. "The hell?" He looks at his food and back at her, shrugging then and taking another bite out of his food. He wonders why someone like Zene, a Sith, would be doing in a cutesy-wootsy sort of form. Crashing Heavens has gotten weird over the years.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 3, 2007 23:59:27 GMT -5
She pouted, sensing some odd field around Mace and simply staring at the food he ate, now clinging to Denio's foot with a whine. "I dunno what time it is!! I dunno when I'll change back!"
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 4, 2007 0:16:14 GMT -5
Jerry starts floating over his little island in his room and starts spinning while levitating, in the nude, of all things. He doesn't seem deterred from doing this at all.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 8, 2007 20:11:57 GMT -5
OOG: Mace has only been in the room for a few hours. I doubt that there's been tons of hair.
Denios does not respond verbally. Instead, he points to two katars linked to gauntlets that he holds.
When Zenexoria begins to climb onto his leg, he raises an eyebrow and lifts her up. "Why are you in that form, Zene?", he asks. "And would you like some of what he had?"
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 8, 2007 20:53:19 GMT -5
"I guess that can explain a little. Are you referring to my first, second or both of my questions?" Mace seems to really be enjoying Denios' addition to his order.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 9, 2007 0:36:44 GMT -5
"This one fell," She mumbles, repeating herself. "If the real one hits mah head, this one comes! An owwie on her neck, and teh goody-goody comes!" She pouts lightly. "I haven't been out for...for........" Having the form of a cherub and mind of a disturbed five-year-old, she had little room for math besides how many enemies she could eat. "...A long time!!" Her eyes drift up to the carpaccio again. "A-And yah! I want that!!"
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