- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well. Technically, they deliver the knives to whoever she gets attached to, not her.GreggHL said:
Point first.
Glorious Shotgun Princess (ME/Exalted) Thread #2
- Thread starter GreggHL
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Point first.
GreggHL
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*giggles uncontrollably*Fiach McCarthy said:
Robo Jesus
Your Mechanical Messiah
... considering that one line at the end of the first book in the end chapter that everyone seems to have overlooked, that woman in red shown in Harbinger's old Reaperform and that wall painting was Harbinger's wife, wasn't she? Though if that is the case, that in turn raises even more questions.GreggHL said:
The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
- Location
- TSAB Asura
That...is a very interesting theory considering the Dissapearance kicked off the era in the 2e corebooks, yes, isn't it?SightedJT said:
Of course, I'm sure the only answer we'll get from Gregg will be giggling in the vents.
GreggHL
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That's what you think.The Bushranger said:That...is a very interesting theory considering the Dissapearance kicked off the era in the 2e corebooks, yes, isn't it?
Of course, I'm sure the only answer we'll get from Gregg will be giggling in the vents.
:3
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- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
They walked, for hours, in total silence. Kamilla had taken her place in close proximity to her gold and round uncle, making the sound of sad wind chimes and occasionally gusting around him. She only left his side to carry away the occasional stray corpse.
Kal walked behind them, his thoughts drifting. To home. To the fleet. To the mission. To the war he finds himself embroiled in- the possibly hopeless war they nonetheless scored a great victory in. Mostly, though, they drift to one thing in particular. A face.
Long, curly purple hair. Eyes that had...have brilliance behind them he can't even begin to approach. Bravery that makes him, a trained Migrant Marine, feel like a kid hiding in a corner. Given, though, his memories mainly drift to her kissing him. Mainly to that.
Picking up his pace, he walks up to the sphere. He needs to talk. He needs to argue. He needs to get his mind off home, somehow. "So," he starts, "Can I-"
"No!" Autochthon bellows, but Kal quickly realizes he's looking past him, "Sand Pirate Blood Apes! We have been spotted!"
Well, Kal thinks. That works too.
Hands clench in just the right way. Electricity runs over the back of his hands as his knuckle dusters activate. Taking off in a sprint, he passes Auto, passes Kamilla, and charges towards the sound of horns and bellows.
And then he asks himself what Blood Apes are. Passing a dune, running into view of the three ships somehow sailing on sand, he gets his answer. So, he thinks, that's what those 'Elcor with human faces' he kept running into are actually called.
Ah well, Kal thinks. Can't be worse than Krogans. A final leap, and he runs up a thrown iron spear. The forward ship. Makes a mental count; seven of those...big...things. All wearing leather jackets, jerkins, and metal helmets. They roar at him as he leaps over the bow, weaving through the air and towards the mast.
One hand on the wood, he spins around it. Momentum carries him through the air. Fist back, eyes glowing yellow, he lets the Essence flow and calls up the boom. This is what he does.
Terrestrial Martial Art: Synthetic Hero Style
Care with Fragile Organics
The punch slams into the face of one of the blood apes. Essence and gravity do the rest. The shock runs through the face, through the skull, and vibrates the bone. Stumbling back, the demon is unconscious before he hits the deck.
A spear comes down where he was. Two, in fact. Where he was, but not where he is now. A standing leap sends him above them. His feet snap out, and smack them both in the face, twisting in mid air to grab the mast and kick himself off. He turns, flies knee first, and swings his foot into the side of a surprise'd ape's head.
Mass Effect Bludgeon.
The snap and a crack of thunder tosses him off the ship. Two down, five to go. On this ship, at least.
He falls back, back leg bent, front leg planted firmly on the hardwood. Hands in front of him. Opens one, turns it, and gestures them forward. "C'mon," he breathes, "Let's dance."
They take the bait. Two run at him, spears overhead. Sidearms in their free hand, cocked back and fingers on the trigger. He swings to the side. A fired pellet ignites a chunk of the bow behind him. Yeah, he thinks, That's mine now.
Moves like lightning, quick and hard. Slams one fist into one blood ape's face, ducks out of the way of the flying teeth. Grabs the gun as he goes limp, grabs the spear with the other hand. Swings the shaft into the back of the other's head and sends him down. This is his element. This is what he does.
He's a Migrant Fleet Marine, and this a boarding action.
The spear goes flying, and pins a charging ape to the mast. He grabs his gun, a punch to the jaw knocking him out, and slides across the deck. A quick check, a quick look, and he kicks open a door at waist height, cocks the gun, and fires.
Roars and shrieks from behind him as he runs, and he leaps off just as their powder stocks ignite. The blast sends him through the air, flipping end over end. Tucking and rolling, he heads the kinetic barriers squeal, gets more of the damn sand in his suit, and lands a crouch.
Two more of the ships bearing down. Beneath his mask, Kal'Reegar grins. This, he thinks, is a lot more his comfort zone. "I need something that explodes," he breathes.
He gets his wish, when a white lance flies out of nowhere. A flash of vermillion and it slams into one of the ships on the side, tearing it one end to the other. The ship buckles, collapses. Flames burst from within and sends metal, wood and crew flying.
One of whom is launched towards him. The ape sees him, and roars, arms out and diving towards him.
And then there's what Kal honestly calls a blur. Someone, right out of nowhere. She flies across the sand, slamming a foot into one arm, swinging the side of her hand into the other. The ape screams as bones shatter, but the scream's cut off when she just flows around him and wraps her arms around the ape's neck.
The ape is dead, face down in the sand and the woman is standing on him. Features hidden by grey cloth, a cloak surrounding her and scarves covering everything on her face save for green eyes. She stands on the dead ape, as the final ship comes alive with roars and bellows. It circles them as the sides open, harpoon guns sliding out.
And then the woman speaks, and it is with a tone that makes Kal want to salute.
"This traveler and his companions are under my protection." The voice carries onto the ship. Carries through the sand and air, crisp and clear. "Know this, if you wish to test the limits. One person in Hell has fought me and lived. He is behind me. You are are in front of me."
Eyes narrow. An extended hand wraps with vermillion. "If you value your lives, be somewhere else."
The ship turns and speeds away without a word. No argument given, none needed. Kal can already sense how the fight would have been a losing proposition. He clears his throat, hands folded behind him, chest out and head high.
"Thanks for the assistance, Ma'am," he says, "We were just-"
The eyes pin him where he stands. "Sidereal." She bites the word back like a bitter fruit. "Are they letting you out of Yu Shan young, or were you some unlucky Ronin who exalted in the middle of Hell?"
She walks over to him, grabbing him by the elbow. "Come with me. And I won't tell your big bad Sifu how you fought a group of Blood Apes like a punch drunk Haslanti..." The eyes narrow as her voice trails off. She looks down at his hand, then back at his helmet.
"What are you?" she demands, voice a quiet, but pointed whisper, "You're not human."
"And who are you?" He says the words before he can think them. The voice is familiar. The eyes, too. Something, something about her is setting off all sorts of bells in the back of his head.
And then she pulls down the scarves, revealing his face. Once again, Kal'Reegar speaks before he really should. "Captain Shepard? What are you doing he-"
The hand moves like an attacking snake. The helmet explodes, glass and metal and plastics expanding into a sphere around his head, as the force sends him off his feet and out of her grip. Kal'Reegar is unconscious before he hits the sand.
End Chapter 1
Kal walked behind them, his thoughts drifting. To home. To the fleet. To the mission. To the war he finds himself embroiled in- the possibly hopeless war they nonetheless scored a great victory in. Mostly, though, they drift to one thing in particular. A face.
Long, curly purple hair. Eyes that had...have brilliance behind them he can't even begin to approach. Bravery that makes him, a trained Migrant Marine, feel like a kid hiding in a corner. Given, though, his memories mainly drift to her kissing him. Mainly to that.
Picking up his pace, he walks up to the sphere. He needs to talk. He needs to argue. He needs to get his mind off home, somehow. "So," he starts, "Can I-"
"No!" Autochthon bellows, but Kal quickly realizes he's looking past him, "Sand Pirate Blood Apes! We have been spotted!"
Well, Kal thinks. That works too.
Hands clench in just the right way. Electricity runs over the back of his hands as his knuckle dusters activate. Taking off in a sprint, he passes Auto, passes Kamilla, and charges towards the sound of horns and bellows.
And then he asks himself what Blood Apes are. Passing a dune, running into view of the three ships somehow sailing on sand, he gets his answer. So, he thinks, that's what those 'Elcor with human faces' he kept running into are actually called.
Ah well, Kal thinks. Can't be worse than Krogans. A final leap, and he runs up a thrown iron spear. The forward ship. Makes a mental count; seven of those...big...things. All wearing leather jackets, jerkins, and metal helmets. They roar at him as he leaps over the bow, weaving through the air and towards the mast.
One hand on the wood, he spins around it. Momentum carries him through the air. Fist back, eyes glowing yellow, he lets the Essence flow and calls up the boom. This is what he does.
Terrestrial Martial Art: Synthetic Hero Style
Care with Fragile Organics
The punch slams into the face of one of the blood apes. Essence and gravity do the rest. The shock runs through the face, through the skull, and vibrates the bone. Stumbling back, the demon is unconscious before he hits the deck.
A spear comes down where he was. Two, in fact. Where he was, but not where he is now. A standing leap sends him above them. His feet snap out, and smack them both in the face, twisting in mid air to grab the mast and kick himself off. He turns, flies knee first, and swings his foot into the side of a surprise'd ape's head.
Mass Effect Bludgeon.
The snap and a crack of thunder tosses him off the ship. Two down, five to go. On this ship, at least.
He falls back, back leg bent, front leg planted firmly on the hardwood. Hands in front of him. Opens one, turns it, and gestures them forward. "C'mon," he breathes, "Let's dance."
They take the bait. Two run at him, spears overhead. Sidearms in their free hand, cocked back and fingers on the trigger. He swings to the side. A fired pellet ignites a chunk of the bow behind him. Yeah, he thinks, That's mine now.
Moves like lightning, quick and hard. Slams one fist into one blood ape's face, ducks out of the way of the flying teeth. Grabs the gun as he goes limp, grabs the spear with the other hand. Swings the shaft into the back of the other's head and sends him down. This is his element. This is what he does.
He's a Migrant Fleet Marine, and this a boarding action.
The spear goes flying, and pins a charging ape to the mast. He grabs his gun, a punch to the jaw knocking him out, and slides across the deck. A quick check, a quick look, and he kicks open a door at waist height, cocks the gun, and fires.
Roars and shrieks from behind him as he runs, and he leaps off just as their powder stocks ignite. The blast sends him through the air, flipping end over end. Tucking and rolling, he heads the kinetic barriers squeal, gets more of the damn sand in his suit, and lands a crouch.
Two more of the ships bearing down. Beneath his mask, Kal'Reegar grins. This, he thinks, is a lot more his comfort zone. "I need something that explodes," he breathes.
He gets his wish, when a white lance flies out of nowhere. A flash of vermillion and it slams into one of the ships on the side, tearing it one end to the other. The ship buckles, collapses. Flames burst from within and sends metal, wood and crew flying.
One of whom is launched towards him. The ape sees him, and roars, arms out and diving towards him.
And then there's what Kal honestly calls a blur. Someone, right out of nowhere. She flies across the sand, slamming a foot into one arm, swinging the side of her hand into the other. The ape screams as bones shatter, but the scream's cut off when she just flows around him and wraps her arms around the ape's neck.
The ape is dead, face down in the sand and the woman is standing on him. Features hidden by grey cloth, a cloak surrounding her and scarves covering everything on her face save for green eyes. She stands on the dead ape, as the final ship comes alive with roars and bellows. It circles them as the sides open, harpoon guns sliding out.
And then the woman speaks, and it is with a tone that makes Kal want to salute.
"This traveler and his companions are under my protection." The voice carries onto the ship. Carries through the sand and air, crisp and clear. "Know this, if you wish to test the limits. One person in Hell has fought me and lived. He is behind me. You are are in front of me."
Eyes narrow. An extended hand wraps with vermillion. "If you value your lives, be somewhere else."
The ship turns and speeds away without a word. No argument given, none needed. Kal can already sense how the fight would have been a losing proposition. He clears his throat, hands folded behind him, chest out and head high.
"Thanks for the assistance, Ma'am," he says, "We were just-"
The eyes pin him where he stands. "Sidereal." She bites the word back like a bitter fruit. "Are they letting you out of Yu Shan young, or were you some unlucky Ronin who exalted in the middle of Hell?"
She walks over to him, grabbing him by the elbow. "Come with me. And I won't tell your big bad Sifu how you fought a group of Blood Apes like a punch drunk Haslanti..." The eyes narrow as her voice trails off. She looks down at his hand, then back at his helmet.
"What are you?" she demands, voice a quiet, but pointed whisper, "You're not human."
"And who are you?" He says the words before he can think them. The voice is familiar. The eyes, too. Something, something about her is setting off all sorts of bells in the back of his head.
And then she pulls down the scarves, revealing his face. Once again, Kal'Reegar speaks before he really should. "Captain Shepard? What are you doing he-"
The hand moves like an attacking snake. The helmet explodes, glass and metal and plastics expanding into a sphere around his head, as the force sends him off his feet and out of her grip. Kal'Reegar is unconscious before he hits the sand.
End Chapter 1
Hello Scarlet empress. Or one of her children.
... Huh.
What is the reference about?
Can't be about Kal. Autochthon has mysteriously vanished. Malfeas isn't really behind them, I don't think.
What is the reference about?
Can't be about Kal. Autochthon has mysteriously vanished. Malfeas isn't really behind them, I don't think.
The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
- Location
- TSAB Asura
Hello there, Kaida Vanida. You've been out of circulation awhile now, haven't you. Catching up is going to be fun, isn't it, Your Redness?GreggHL said:
*grabs popcorn*
Personally, I'm just loving that Kal is still rocking Synthetic Hero Style.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Should be noted that the voice of the woman even sounds like Hannah Shepard. Literally, everything about this person- save for how she, you know, hit one ship with a rock and killed a blood ape in 3 hits- is basically screaming to Kal Captain Hannah Shepard.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
He is reasonably sure he sees a face in the wind hovering in front of him. Not just the face of the partially singed blood ape, but another face. It might be his imagination. It might be a concussion from when the lady who saved them knocked him the fuck out. Either or.
The blood ape is gone, and the wind retreats through the open door of the stone cabin, returning minutes later.
"Where does she take the bodies?" the red haired not-Hannah Shepard asks. Autochthon shrugs.
Kal groans, loudly. Pressing his palm over his bare face, he makes a loud, somewhat pathetic sound as Autochthon floats over and drops a repaired and restored helmet at his side. "Apologies, Kal'Reegar. I have explained the situation as well as I could." Autochthon clears his throat. "We are...still in a precarious situation regarding good will, and could use some...diplomatic aid."
Translated to Kal; the little spazzing bosh'tet has pissed their host off more. Ah, what the Hell.
"C'mon out, buddy. You're better at this than I am."
Seems along Kal's encounter suit glow, gathering and collecting before rising off of him. They appear as small spheres, faint flickering blue and white. Over a thousand in all. One thousand, one hundred and seventy eight, in total. Flickering and blurring, they collect in front of him and begin stacking. Forming two toed feet, legs covered in plate and wire.
A torso, thin, almost to the point of emaciated. Long arms ending in three digit hands. A head, long and ending in a single eye, with four plates rising and folding around it. The eye shifts, glowing white, and some of the mass below its shoulder shifts to create a hole on the right side of its chest.
Reaching out, it gives Autochthon a light shove. Four plates around the eye rise like a flower petal when Autochthon moves.
"Fascinating. We are able to affect the physical world without a platform." The voice is digitized, synthetic, and yet carrying something. Wisdom. Enthusiasm. "Hypothesis. The laws of this reality allow us to become physical using accumulated Essence."
The red haired woman stares at the odd creature. She works her jaw, glancing to Autochthon, then to Kal, and finally to the...thing...currently standing in front of the inexperience Sidereal. "And what are you?"
The glow subsides around the new creature, and it raises one hand in greetings. "Greetings. We are Wuffles, Emissary of the Geth."
She blinks. "Wuffles." She blinks again. "What."
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Chapter 2:
Infinite Deserts and Just Desserts
The blood ape is gone, and the wind retreats through the open door of the stone cabin, returning minutes later.
"Where does she take the bodies?" the red haired not-Hannah Shepard asks. Autochthon shrugs.
Kal groans, loudly. Pressing his palm over his bare face, he makes a loud, somewhat pathetic sound as Autochthon floats over and drops a repaired and restored helmet at his side. "Apologies, Kal'Reegar. I have explained the situation as well as I could." Autochthon clears his throat. "We are...still in a precarious situation regarding good will, and could use some...diplomatic aid."
Translated to Kal; the little spazzing bosh'tet has pissed their host off more. Ah, what the Hell.
"C'mon out, buddy. You're better at this than I am."
Seems along Kal's encounter suit glow, gathering and collecting before rising off of him. They appear as small spheres, faint flickering blue and white. Over a thousand in all. One thousand, one hundred and seventy eight, in total. Flickering and blurring, they collect in front of him and begin stacking. Forming two toed feet, legs covered in plate and wire.
A torso, thin, almost to the point of emaciated. Long arms ending in three digit hands. A head, long and ending in a single eye, with four plates rising and folding around it. The eye shifts, glowing white, and some of the mass below its shoulder shifts to create a hole on the right side of its chest.
Reaching out, it gives Autochthon a light shove. Four plates around the eye rise like a flower petal when Autochthon moves.
"Fascinating. We are able to affect the physical world without a platform." The voice is digitized, synthetic, and yet carrying something. Wisdom. Enthusiasm. "Hypothesis. The laws of this reality allow us to become physical using accumulated Essence."
The red haired woman stares at the odd creature. She works her jaw, glancing to Autochthon, then to Kal, and finally to the...thing...currently standing in front of the inexperience Sidereal. "And what are you?"
The glow subsides around the new creature, and it raises one hand in greetings. "Greetings. We are Wuffles, Emissary of the Geth."
She blinks. "Wuffles." She blinks again. "What."
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Chapter 2:
Infinite Deserts and Just Desserts
Robo Jesus
Your Mechanical Messiah
Change the word "Heads" to "hears".GreggHL said:
Change the word "His" to "her".GreggHL said:
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Yeah, stop trying to be clever. It's just a typo, especially since it's pretty clear who this is going to be.Blackkyuubi said:
Heh heh heh heh.
- Location
- Singapore
Because there's gender pronoun problems for being funny and there's gender pronoun problems because of muscle memory mixups.Blackkyuubi said:
Besides, Gregg made that joke wih Luna already. It won't be nearly as funny until when Garrus does it.
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Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
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- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
He rubs the bridge of his nose, taking advantage of the distraction to pull his helmet back on. Tucking the dreads underneath it, he snaps on the seals and watches the heads up display come to life. Targeting reticules appear over the woman, Auto, and Wuffles, as they talk amongst themselves. Then he realizes something.
"How is everyone speaking Khelish?" Not-Hannah Shepard turns to him, an eyebrow cocked and lips a straight line. A mix of curious about the question and contained incense that he once again has opened his mouth.
"A simple question with a simple answer!" Auto lowers himself to Kal's eye level. "I have taken the liberty of modifying your omnitool with the full dictionaries, dialects, and accents available in Creation! As long as it is powered and on, you will have no trouble communicating!"
Yeah, Kal thinks. That's not something that won't be a problem. Note to self: Learn languages for when my omnitool breaks. "Sounds right," he says, and dusts himself off as he stands, "Wuffles, When'd you get into my suit?"
"We uploaded a copy of our runtimes when Iri asked you to step through the Gate." Petals fold around their head. "We believed our assistance would be required. Or, if not required, at least welcome."
Kal nods, patting the Geth on the shoulder. Turning to the woman, he bows his head and drops to one knee. Wuffles follows suit. "Apologies for the bad first impression, Ma'am. My name is Kal'Reegar vas Rayya nar Idenna. I'm not from around here. As far as I know, I'm from at least the next universe over."
She nods, arms folded. Nostrils flared, eyes narrowed. Testing the truth and worthiness of the tail, even as he speaks it. Kal speaks, telling of his origin- of the galaxy he has come from, of the quest he is on. As little of it as he knows, at least. He is here for protection, he explained, of the golden sphere.
"Who you name as Autochthon," she says, stroking her chin, pinning the eye with but a stare that makes it hover in perfect stillness, "Yes. Yes, I can see that. You have his trademarks. You have his fabled mania and lacking grasp of consequences."
"We hypothesize that our task is as much to protect Autochthon from himself, as it is to protect him from Creation," Wuffles explains. Auto narrows his iris, turning to the Geth. "Additionally, while we appreciate your effort to save us, we have observed that your interactions with us have been rooted in violence."
She snorts. Hand rests on the table next to her as Autochthon floats off to the crystal windows overlooking the desert. The plates move, quickly and with sparks of lightning hinted in the cracks. Waving off the Geth, she pushes herself from the table and walks to the brass chest against the far wall.
The top is pulled open, and a burst of cold fills the room, followed by a iron ball being thrown into Kal's hands. Turning it over, he sees the cork in it and pulls it out, the helmet's HUD confirming that yes, what is in there is edible. Even for him, somehow.
"There are more pirates in the area," she says, "I know Autochthon by reputation. You two, however, probably have a plan. What is it?"
His helmet drops to the floor. Taking his first sip, he feels the burning of the alcohol. Probably why it registered as edible. Strong enough for levo or dextro to drink. "Figured we'd have more of the bosh'tets to deal with, so was planning to rig up one of the wrecks."
She nods. "You're poorly prepared for the Endless Desert." A quick thwack against the wall. A hidden door slides open, and she pulls out a pair of gray cloaks. A flick of the wrist sends them to Kal and Wuffles. "Concealment. Lay on the sand in them, the only thing that sees you is her. And she doesn't care."
Kal nods. Auto remains silent, watching the distance, even as the gust of wind marks the return of Kamilla. Wuffles extends their petals as her fingers find their way on the underside of their head. "You. Both of you are aliens. From another Creation, is it?" A faint smirk crosses her features. "In my younger days, I was tempted to go out and see what lay past the boundaries of even the Infinite. Looks like there is more out there."
She leans against the table, a quick push of her hands bringing her to sitting on it. "Who made you?"
"We were created by the Quarians approximately-"
"No." Her finger wags. Face stern like a schoolmarm. "Not you, you fascinating cloud of little gods. Your universe. Your Creation." She strokes her chin. "Hm...Rametheus was dealt with. Was it Ipithaleumas, the Sky Piercing Cloud? Or Ulamitalius? The Rock and the Wall?"
Kal shrugs. "Dunno." He rubs the back of his neck, and sits back down. Back against the wall, but hopefully only figuratively. "Dunno, honestly. Best bet we got for any of that is him." She gestures to Autochthon, who says nothing. "What about you? Who're you?"
She smirks. "You are not native to this land, so my name is nothing more than a word." She pushes off. Standing tall, but shorter than either him or Wuffles, he finds that she suddenly has a golden sword in her hand. "But I am the protector of these Deserts. Or the travelers in it, who come from my Creation or any others."
A sheath appears, and she slides the sword in. "My titles and past names are but stories. My old legends are just myth. But you, aliens?" She smirks, and he can definitely see how she reminded him of Captain Hannah. "You may call me Merela."
"How is everyone speaking Khelish?" Not-Hannah Shepard turns to him, an eyebrow cocked and lips a straight line. A mix of curious about the question and contained incense that he once again has opened his mouth.
"A simple question with a simple answer!" Auto lowers himself to Kal's eye level. "I have taken the liberty of modifying your omnitool with the full dictionaries, dialects, and accents available in Creation! As long as it is powered and on, you will have no trouble communicating!"
Yeah, Kal thinks. That's not something that won't be a problem. Note to self: Learn languages for when my omnitool breaks. "Sounds right," he says, and dusts himself off as he stands, "Wuffles, When'd you get into my suit?"
"We uploaded a copy of our runtimes when Iri asked you to step through the Gate." Petals fold around their head. "We believed our assistance would be required. Or, if not required, at least welcome."
Kal nods, patting the Geth on the shoulder. Turning to the woman, he bows his head and drops to one knee. Wuffles follows suit. "Apologies for the bad first impression, Ma'am. My name is Kal'Reegar vas Rayya nar Idenna. I'm not from around here. As far as I know, I'm from at least the next universe over."
She nods, arms folded. Nostrils flared, eyes narrowed. Testing the truth and worthiness of the tail, even as he speaks it. Kal speaks, telling of his origin- of the galaxy he has come from, of the quest he is on. As little of it as he knows, at least. He is here for protection, he explained, of the golden sphere.
"Who you name as Autochthon," she says, stroking her chin, pinning the eye with but a stare that makes it hover in perfect stillness, "Yes. Yes, I can see that. You have his trademarks. You have his fabled mania and lacking grasp of consequences."
"We hypothesize that our task is as much to protect Autochthon from himself, as it is to protect him from Creation," Wuffles explains. Auto narrows his iris, turning to the Geth. "Additionally, while we appreciate your effort to save us, we have observed that your interactions with us have been rooted in violence."
She snorts. Hand rests on the table next to her as Autochthon floats off to the crystal windows overlooking the desert. The plates move, quickly and with sparks of lightning hinted in the cracks. Waving off the Geth, she pushes herself from the table and walks to the brass chest against the far wall.
The top is pulled open, and a burst of cold fills the room, followed by a iron ball being thrown into Kal's hands. Turning it over, he sees the cork in it and pulls it out, the helmet's HUD confirming that yes, what is in there is edible. Even for him, somehow.
"There are more pirates in the area," she says, "I know Autochthon by reputation. You two, however, probably have a plan. What is it?"
His helmet drops to the floor. Taking his first sip, he feels the burning of the alcohol. Probably why it registered as edible. Strong enough for levo or dextro to drink. "Figured we'd have more of the bosh'tets to deal with, so was planning to rig up one of the wrecks."
She nods. "You're poorly prepared for the Endless Desert." A quick thwack against the wall. A hidden door slides open, and she pulls out a pair of gray cloaks. A flick of the wrist sends them to Kal and Wuffles. "Concealment. Lay on the sand in them, the only thing that sees you is her. And she doesn't care."
Kal nods. Auto remains silent, watching the distance, even as the gust of wind marks the return of Kamilla. Wuffles extends their petals as her fingers find their way on the underside of their head. "You. Both of you are aliens. From another Creation, is it?" A faint smirk crosses her features. "In my younger days, I was tempted to go out and see what lay past the boundaries of even the Infinite. Looks like there is more out there."
She leans against the table, a quick push of her hands bringing her to sitting on it. "Who made you?"
"We were created by the Quarians approximately-"
"No." Her finger wags. Face stern like a schoolmarm. "Not you, you fascinating cloud of little gods. Your universe. Your Creation." She strokes her chin. "Hm...Rametheus was dealt with. Was it Ipithaleumas, the Sky Piercing Cloud? Or Ulamitalius? The Rock and the Wall?"
Kal shrugs. "Dunno." He rubs the back of his neck, and sits back down. Back against the wall, but hopefully only figuratively. "Dunno, honestly. Best bet we got for any of that is him." She gestures to Autochthon, who says nothing. "What about you? Who're you?"
She smirks. "You are not native to this land, so my name is nothing more than a word." She pushes off. Standing tall, but shorter than either him or Wuffles, he finds that she suddenly has a golden sword in her hand. "But I am the protector of these Deserts. Or the travelers in it, who come from my Creation or any others."
A sheath appears, and she slides the sword in. "My titles and past names are but stories. My old legends are just myth. But you, aliens?" She smirks, and he can definitely see how she reminded him of Captain Hannah. "You may call me Merela."
Why is she down there? And how isn't she insane from the great curse? Also dead?
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
Merela! As in Queen Merela! Isn't she supposed to be dead?
SpacePaladin said:
They are Primordials, Auto once was.SpacePaladin said:
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Not people. Primordials.SpacePaladin said:
Robo Jesus
Your Mechanical Messiah
This is what I've found for the Primordial Rametheus. Can't find anything on the Primordials Ipith or Ulam though.SpacePaladin said:
pheonix89 said:
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
That's horribly racist of you Aleph! just because they aren't human or that they don't think anywhere near how humans think, does not mean that they aren't people. Shame on you! Shame on you!Aleph said:
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
Queen of the Solar Deblrative, one of the most powerful Solars ever to have existed. She strangled a Primordial to death with her bare hands! And Primordial's don't need to breath.SightedJT said:
Robo Jesus
Your Mechanical Messiah
The "When" doesn't need to be capitalized here.GreggHL said:
Change the word "Tail" to "tale".GreggHL said:
I'm pretty sure Kal does not self-identify as being "She".GreggHL said:
Giygas
Cutest Sawk i could find. Lucario is a nice extra.
It exist a fan-created version of Prismatic Arrangement of Creation Style(Which is a Sidereal martial art) that allow the user to fake being a terrestrial so well that you count as having breeding equal to half your essence.Destrark said:And you explain the slight problem of the difference between Merela being a Dawn caste Solar, and the Scarlet Empress a 4 Aspect Dragonblood how exactly? cause I'm curious...
Technically it requires someone to be able to use sutras, but i think a first age solar as old as merela should manage to use it anyway.
And now i gained a new mindcanon!
Poor Scarlet Empress: if it become know that her mother was a Solar and not a Dragonblooded i think the realm will not last for long.