Scarves n' Guns

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Psionic Energy Nullification Collars or as they’re more commonly known, PEN Collars (or just PENs) are a specially-developed type of device for use in the military, though they still end up planetside from time to time.

The collars appear to be complex metallic bands on the outside, but their inside is lined with invasive biotech similar to that of the Helmsman ports in the Empire’s starships. Once attached to a victim, the collar’s wire-like tendrils burrow into the skin and wrap around the nerves, forming knotted clusters in the spinal cord of the victim as well as many of the veins heading into the head. In addition to the below function, this also makes the collars incredibly hard to safely remove without causing immense damage to the prisoner. PENs can be removed with certain codes programmed into them by their owners, but illegal, caustic solutions can also burn off their organic portions and render the collars largely useless while doing only moderate harm to the host.

Unlike what its name may suggest, the PEN Collars do not actually nullify psionic energy, they absorb it, weakening the users psionic ability by anywhere from 70% to 95%. The collars use psionic power to fuel themselves and maintain their numerous functions (such as tracking, for example) but can also store it in specialized organic batteries that grow along its interior, accessible and removable by the owner. Excess energy caused by active psionic use is shed as heat, burning the wearer and warning them against flexing their mind too much.

$6 CHIBI ADOPTABLES

so to help out w vet bills in a way i can separate from saving for my courses this spring, im sprucing up old fantrolls i never ended up using

i’ll be cranking out a bunch others but here’s the first batch:

Redblood: Based on gullenkambi, one of three roosters whose crowing heralds the norse apocalypse Ragnarök. Their particular rooster is a brahma.

Purpleblood: A boozy party girl whose gun is modified to take literal shots and fire off acidic blasts of concentrated alcohol. There’s also an opening in the back to plug a bottle of liquor in as well.

you can do whatever you like with the designs once they’re yours, change em up, make em into other species, etc etc, i just ask that you dont sell them yourself. 

“Yeah, no problem.” You’re sure she’s got it from here, and suppose that this is where you two part ways. Still, there’s something else you want to say, and you’re not one to leave things unsaid.

“Hey, uh… It was a nice time, the bar, the night, really. And… Here’s my trollian handle.” You hand her a scrap of paper with it written out in your terrible handwriting.

“Thanks uh…I’ll get somebody to read this for me.”

> When you arrive at the edge of society, you know you can find your way from here. It’s never easy, but you’ll be glad for some time alone to…think.

“Thank you, Thisle.”

“Yeah, no problem.” You’re sure she’s got it from here, and suppose that this is where you two part ways. Still, there’s something else you want to say, and you’re not one to leave things unsaid.

“Thanks…”

> You wipe your gross face and try to gather yourself, somewhat.

“I think I just need to sleep all this off..”

“...Alright.” You reassure, doing your best to not press any more of her buttons. “It’s this way, okay?”