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@nervosa-nova
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*[a winged shadow passes over the cult, before perching atop the highest building available. some would think it an angel...]*
> command:[run.diagnostic(identify)]_
*[but it is not here to bring salvation.]*
> target?=[current.location]
*[he is here merely to observe.]*
> area survey in progress . . .
- @nervosa-nova
[ Shadow was one of the few outside, closely observing the building nearby the medbay - brow furrowed in what seemed to be concern. He sat on a tree stump with an easel in front of him - he wore a painters apron and had a paint palette in one hand with a brush in the other. ]
[ He was painting the lake in the distance, red figures in the distance surrounded it - sticking out from the mainly cold color palette. ]
You're not very good at stealth, I hope you know.
Quite embarrassing, really.
*[the angel had little interest in stealth, for it was only here to survey this area. this sector of the woods emanated a strange energy that sort of pulled it here. it was nearly done with its examinations.]*
> [AREA #238 - ALIAS: "EGG SETTLEMENT"]: "A 1500 by 1500m settlement consisting of a counted 200 small dormitories. Other buildings consist of a mess hall (?), a medbay, and a church. Possibly related to cult activity. Unusual energy signature around and/or under this area." [POPULATION.EST: ~ 1000<]
*[as soon as it landed, it took off again, soaring above shadow.]*
[ . . . ]
[ Shadow narrowed his good eye, deciding to leave painting for when there isn't a deeply suspicious individual roaming around. ]
[ He flexed his fingers - a javelin looking to be of light formed in them. He twirled it around, grinning - before throwing it, aiming for the 'lil birdie'. ]
[ Upon it being thrown, he teleported to a spot on one of the roofs to be able to wrangle the stranger upon the javelin colliding - already pre-launching himself. ]
*[the "birdie" screamed.]*
*[it tumbled through the air, bringing shadow along with it. the scarred hedgehog was quickly tangled in several synthetic tendrils; structures built to keep it airborne.]*
*[they crashed through several trees and hit the ground hard, this newcomer scrambling to get away from this new threat.]*
*[but... doesn't it look a lot like you?]*
[ Their similarities didn't sway Shadow, if anything - he only doubled down on neutralizing the threat. Something about seeing a face like his, unscarred and clean.. ]
[ He formed a longsword in his hands, an a shield appeared - strapped to his right arm. Both had the typical qualities of chaos spears. ]
[ He lunged for Syn, bashing him with the shield - and attempting to dig that sword straight through his stomach. Shadow used his unoccupied legs as a form of restraint - knees locking around Syn's middle. ]
*[strange, sweet-smelling liquid stained the grass. synapse squirmed and thrashed violently, trying to throw him off. he raised a hand, something sparking between his fingertips-]*
*[-before a blade jammed itself into shadow's eye.]*
[ Shadow yelled, immediately returning the favor by clenching his fist - light-made spikes forming on his knuckles, slamming it straight down into his eye too. ]
[ The dark hedgehog flicked away into the night - teleporting, having returnee with a wooden chair and threw it at Syn. ]
*[a deafening crack rang out. not one of bone, but of glass. bright green-yellow fluid leaked out from the "wound".]*
*[synapse scrambled to his feet; spectral-like knife still in hand, narrowly deflecting the chair. the knife reformed itself into a pistol, iridescent bullets grazing shadow's flesh. if not for the broken optic, most of those bullets wouldn't have grazed.]*
[ Shadow gritted his teeth, letting out a noise akin to a whine - but a little too deep in his chest to be considered one. He spotted the gun, immediately throwing himself forward to wrestle it out of Syn's hands. ]
[ Mid-grapple, he slammed the heel of his shoe down onto Syn's toes. ]
*[quickly taking advantage of this compromising position, syn leaned, drawing back his right shoulder, sending an enormous, razor sharp mass of cable launching into shadow's shoulder.]*
*[the force of the impact was enough to shove him off, sending shadow rolling into a tree. the wires withdrew as syn clutched his shoulder, whirring in pain.]*
*[a winged shadow passes over the cult, before perching atop the highest building available. some would think it an angel...]*
> command:[run.diagnostic(identify)]_
*[but it is not here to bring salvation.]*
> target?=[current.location]
*[he is here merely to observe.]*
> area survey in progress . . .
- @nervosa-nova
[ Shadow was one of the few outside, closely observing the building nearby the medbay - brow furrowed in what seemed to be concern. He sat on a tree stump with an easel in front of him - he wore a painters apron and had a paint palette in one hand with a brush in the other. ]
[ He was painting the lake in the distance, red figures in the distance surrounded it - sticking out from the mainly cold color palette. ]
You're not very good at stealth, I hope you know.
Quite embarrassing, really.
*[the angel had little interest in stealth, for it was only here to survey this area. this sector of the woods emanated a strange energy that sort of pulled it here. it was nearly done with its examinations.]*
> [AREA #238 - ALIAS: "EGG SETTLEMENT"]: "A 1500 by 1500m settlement consisting of a counted 200 small dormitories. Other buildings consist of a mess hall (?), a medbay, and a church. Possibly related to cult activity. Unusual energy signature around and/or under this area." [POPULATION.EST: ~ 1000<]
*[as soon as it landed, it took off again, soaring above shadow.]*
[ . . . ]
[ Shadow narrowed his good eye, deciding to leave painting for when there isn't a deeply suspicious individual roaming around. ]
[ He flexed his fingers - a javelin looking to be of light formed in them. He twirled it around, grinning - before throwing it, aiming for the 'lil birdie'. ]
[ Upon it being thrown, he teleported to a spot on one of the roofs to be able to wrangle the stranger upon the javelin colliding - already pre-launching himself. ]
*[the "birdie" screamed.]*
*[it tumbled through the air, bringing shadow along with it. the scarred hedgehog was quickly tangled in several synthetic tendrils; structures built to keep it airborne.]*
*[they crashed through several trees and hit the ground hard, this newcomer scrambling to get away from this new threat.]*
*[but... doesn't it look a lot like you?]*
[ Their similarities didn't sway Shadow, if anything - he only doubled down on neutralizing the threat. Something about seeing a face like his, unscarred and clean.. ]
[ He formed a longsword in his hands, an a shield appeared - strapped to his right arm. Both had the typical qualities of chaos spears. ]
[ He lunged for Syn, bashing him with the shield - and attempting to dig that sword straight through his stomach. Shadow used his unoccupied legs as a form of restraint - knees locking around Syn's middle. ]
*[strange, sweet-smelling liquid stained the grass. synapse squirmed and thrashed violently, trying to throw him off. he raised a hand, something sparking between his fingertips-]*
*[-before a blade jammed itself into shadow's eye.]*
[ Shadow yelled, immediately returning the favor by clenching his fist - light-made spikes forming on his knuckles, slamming it straight down into his eye too. ]
[ The dark hedgehog flicked away into the night - teleporting, having returnee with a wooden chair and threw it at Syn. ]
*[a deafening crack rang out. not one of bone, but of glass. bright green-yellow fluid leaked out from the "wound".]*
*[synapse scrambled to his feet; spectral-like knife still in hand, narrowly deflecting the chair. the knife reformed itself into a pistol, iridescent bullets grazing shadow's flesh. if not for the broken optic, most of those bullets wouldn't have grazed.]*
*[a winged shadow passes over the cult, before perching atop the highest building available. some would think it an angel...]*
> command:[run.diagnostic(identify)]_
*[but it is not here to bring salvation.]*
> target?=[current.location]
*[he is here merely to observe.]*
> area survey in progress . . .
- @nervosa-nova
[ Shadow was one of the few outside, closely observing the building nearby the medbay - brow furrowed in what seemed to be concern. He sat on a tree stump with an easel in front of him - he wore a painters apron and had a paint palette in one hand with a brush in the other. ]
[ He was painting the lake in the distance, red figures in the distance surrounded it - sticking out from the mainly cold color palette. ]
You're not very good at stealth, I hope you know.
Quite embarrassing, really.
*[the angel had little interest in stealth, for it was only here to survey this area. this sector of the woods emanated a strange energy that sort of pulled it here. it was nearly done with its examinations.]*
> [AREA #238 - ALIAS: "EGG SETTLEMENT"]: "A 1500 by 1500m settlement consisting of a counted 200 small dormitories. Other buildings consist of a mess hall (?), a medbay, and a church. Possibly related to cult activity. Unusual energy signature around and/or under this area." [POPULATION.EST: ~ 1000<]
*[as soon as it landed, it took off again, soaring above shadow.]*
[ . . . ]
[ Shadow narrowed his good eye, deciding to leave painting for when there isn't a deeply suspicious individual roaming around. ]
[ He flexed his fingers - a javelin looking to be of light formed in them. He twirled it around, grinning - before throwing it, aiming for the 'lil birdie'. ]
[ Upon it being thrown, he teleported to a spot on one of the roofs to be able to wrangle the stranger upon the javelin colliding - already pre-launching himself. ]
*[the "birdie" screamed.]*
*[it tumbled through the air, bringing shadow along with it. the scarred hedgehog was quickly tangled in several synthetic tendrils; structures built to keep it airborne.]*
*[they crashed through several trees and hit the ground hard, this newcomer scrambling to get away from this new threat.]*
*[but... doesn't it look a lot like you?]*
[ Their similarities didn't sway Shadow, if anything - he only doubled down on neutralizing the threat. Something about seeing a face like his, unscarred and clean.. ]
[ He formed a longsword in his hands, an a shield appeared - strapped to his right arm. Both had the typical qualities of chaos spears. ]
[ He lunged for Syn, bashing him with the shield - and attempting to dig that sword straight through his stomach. Shadow used his unoccupied legs as a form of restraint - knees locking around Syn's middle. ]
*[strange, sweet-smelling liquid stained the grass. synapse squirmed and thrashed violently, trying to throw him off. he raised a hand, something sparking between his fingertips-]*
*[-before a blade jammed itself into shadow's eye.]*
*[a winged shadow passes over the cult, before perching atop the highest building available. some would think it an angel...]*
> command:[run.diagnostic(identify)]_
*[but it is not here to bring salvation.]*
> target?=[current.location]
*[he is here merely to observe.]*
> area survey in progress . . .
- @nervosa-nova
[ Shadow was one of the few outside, closely observing the building nearby the medbay - brow furrowed in what seemed to be concern. He sat on a tree stump with an easel in front of him - he wore a painters apron and had a paint palette in one hand with a brush in the other. ]
[ He was painting the lake in the distance, red figures in the distance surrounded it - sticking out from the mainly cold color palette. ]
You're not very good at stealth, I hope you know.
Quite embarrassing, really.
*[the angel had little interest in stealth, for it was only here to survey this area. this sector of the woods emanated a strange energy that sort of pulled it here. it was nearly done with its examinations.]*
> [AREA #238 - ALIAS: "EGG SETTLEMENT"]: "A 1500 by 1500m settlement consisting of a counted 200 small dormitories. Other buildings consist of a mess hall (?), a medbay, and a church. Possibly related to cult activity. Unusual energy signature around and/or under this area." [POPULATION.EST: ~ 1000<]
*[as soon as it landed, it took off again, soaring above shadow.]*
[ . . . ]
[ Shadow narrowed his good eye, deciding to leave painting for when there isn't a deeply suspicious individual roaming around. ]
[ He flexed his fingers - a javelin looking to be of light formed in them. He twirled it around, grinning - before throwing it, aiming for the 'lil birdie'. ]
[ Upon it being thrown, he teleported to a spot on one of the roofs to be able to wrangle the stranger upon the javelin colliding - already pre-launching himself. ]
*[the "birdie" screamed.]*
*[it tumbled through the air, bringing shadow along with it. the scarred hedgehog was quickly tangled in several synthetic tendrils; structures built to keep it airborne.]*
*[they crashed through several trees and hit the ground hard, this newcomer scrambling to get away from this new threat.]*
*[but... doesn't it look a lot like you?]*
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*[a winged shadow passes over the cult, before perching atop the highest building available. some would think it an angel...]*
> command:[run.diagnostic(identify)]_
*[but it is not here to bring salvation.]*
> target?=[current.location]
*[he is here merely to observe.]*
> area survey in progress . . .
- @nervosa-nova
[ Shadow was one of the few outside, closely observing the building nearby the medbay - brow furrowed in what seemed to be concern. He sat on a tree stump with an easel in front of him - he wore a painters apron and had a paint palette in one hand with a brush in the other. ]
[ He was painting the lake in the distance, red figures in the distance surrounded it - sticking out from the mainly cold color palette. ]
You're not very good at stealth, I hope you know.
Quite embarrassing, really.
*[the angel had little interest in stealth, for it was only here to survey this area. this sector of the woods emanated a strange energy that sort of pulled it here. it was nearly done with its examinations.]*
> [AREA #238 - ALIAS: "EGG SETTLEMENT"]: "A 1500 by 1500m settlement consisting of a counted 200 small dormitories. Other buildings consist of a mess hall (?), a medbay, and a church. Possibly related to cult activity. Unusual energy signature around and/or under this area." [POPULATION.EST: ~ 1000<]
*[as soon as it landed, it took off again, soaring above shadow.]*
An elegy
man of data, high you shall soar
fly to human-made heights
no mere man has seen before
child of hubris, cling to the earth
for you shall be our savior,
but oh so far from home.
meow meow meow meow moew meow meow do you like cats meeoowwww meow meoowww
[...]
[Perhaps.]
*[he chuffs a little bit and scratches behind his ear. what peculiar feline behavior!]*
[> TARGET ID: "Jinn"] "A mammalian entity belonging to the "Majin" subspecies. Poisonous and venomous; saliva is nearly completely comprised of sodium hydroxide; a highly corrosive compound. Blood is comprised of an unknown, viscous compound that reacts violently with saliva (Sample if possible). Shows signs of profound nerve and heart damage. Possibly in an incredibly troubling romantic relationship. Fairly amicable otherwise." [THREAT.LVL: CAUTION ADVISED]
[> TARGET ID: "Venison"] "An exceedingly tall mammalian entity. Biologically engineered and specially trained to hunt and terminate oddities by a possibly extra-dimensional entity known as "Mama". Trace amounts of extra-dimensional energy detected. Trained in the use of brute force combat and ranged ammunition. Remarkable regeneration capabilities. Blood appears to be a combustion agent (Sample if possible). In league with another oddity hunter known as "Deepcut". Loud, brash, reckless, extraordinarily rude." [THREAT.LVL: HIGH]
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[You are someone I have not met before.]
[Just who are you?]
@nervosa-nova
[ The pink hedgehog(?) holds out her hand to shake. ]
𝙰𝚖𝚢 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?
[ Unlike Agnosioph, the vessel seems entirely devoid of any additional life. It only shows up in any analysis that may be taken as a sleeping body. ]
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?
[...Yes. I do. How would you know that information? I have not seen you before.]
*["I know what you may be. There is no point in deceit."]*
[In fact, judging by your behavior and vitals, you should not be this active. You read as something within the later stages of sleep. Why is that?]
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎.
[ She does not elaborate further. ]
𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
[ Why hide origins from something that already knows them? ]
[ She tilts her head. Why hide thoughts behind these silly things? Can you not see them? ]
𝙸𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢?
[ She seems genuinely concerned for a moment, looking down at the body with furrowed brows. ]
𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.
[ If this one fails on her, it would severely delay the hunt—and she is already on a timer for before she is discovered. ]
[Your vessel seems to be in a state of comatose. Its brain activity is slowed. Its lungs take in air erratically. Its heart barely beats.]
*[the android lists off these symptoms so matter-of-factly, it's as if he could see right through the flesh, intothe vessel's organs and veins.]*
[You seem to be here on some sort of business. What do you desire from us?]
[You are someone I have not met before.]
[Just who are you?]
@nervosa-nova
[ The pink hedgehog(?) holds out her hand to shake. ]
𝙰𝚖𝚢 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?
[ Unlike Agnosioph, the vessel seems entirely devoid of any additional life. It only shows up in any analysis that may be taken as a sleeping body. ]
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?
[...Yes. I do. How would you know that information? I have not seen you before.]
*["I know what you may be. There is no point in deceit."]*
[In fact, judging by your behavior and vitals, you should not be this active. You read as something within the later stages of sleep. Why is that?]
[> TARGET ID: "Taffy"] "A mammalian entity resembling a fox. Trace amounts of "angelic" energy detected, albeit warped. Insectivore, seems to subsist off a diet of purely beetle larvae. Eccentric, shows behavior that suggests profound instability." [THREAT.LVL: CAUTION ADVISED]
[...]
[...Finally. That dreadful event is over.]
[The new faces... they shall be catalogued soon enough.]
[Hello. I do not think we have met before... You are the one known as "Jinn", am I correct?]
- @nervosa-nova
Oh, yupperoonie! That's me, hey!
I've been watching! You're collecting data or something- right?
*[the android nods politely.]*
[Yes, I have been. The reason for the practice; if you are wondering, is merely to guide future interactions with others in this... space.]
[I have overheard you and your dancing partner discuss topics relating to venoms and toxins. If I recall, you yourself have stated that you are somewhat poisonous, correct?]
Oh, yes! A concoction of my blood and spit kills cells fast enough to prevent regeneration- along with a sprinkle of vinegar but- heehee-
Why do you ask? I don't bite, promise.
[...Interesting. I am not asking out of fear- as your bodily fluids supposedly do not affect artificial structures, but more out of curiosity.]
*[the android leans in a little close, a hand on their chin, thoroughly intrigued.]*
[How are your blood and saliva able to create such a noxious compound? What chemicals are they made of respectively? Do you have specific sacs to store said poison, or are you naturally immune? Are you venomous as well?]
I'm not sure of all of the components- I simply know that my blood and spit have those effects.. But- I'm sure of one part, sodium hydroxide. That is in my spit. but I've yet to figure out what in the world my blood is.. It's a sour and viscous substance that pops and bubbles when reacting to my spit.
I've pulled myself apart to answer that- no sacs. I'm naturally immune it seems. I'm able to swallow the substances I make with no struggle.
Venomous? I'd suppose so. Both venomous and poisonous..
[I see, I see... Sodium hydroxide... As in the substance that is used in soap and paper manufacturing? Is your saliva completely made of the compound or is it only in low amounts?]
[As for your blood, I would not be opposed to conducting a study on the liquid to see what chemical in specifics it contains or is comprised of; if you would let me.]
[...And you have performed surgery on yourself?]
Almost completely, yes. And oh, sure! No biggie.
[ Jinn rolled up his sleeve, fingers running across his arm to his inner elbow. ]
After finding myself with my husband, I've found I'm quite different than I was before. I can no longer perish, and I've found myself with quite a lot of abnormalities! Heehh.. What a crazy dame he is..
Full of acid like this- just so if I leave without permission? PPLLBBH! 'Cause of this handy little thing.. [ He prods the baby-blue ring around his neck, seeming to be fused into his flesh almost. ]
So, how much blood would'ja need? [ Jinn put his teeth on the soft flesh of his inner elbow, hooking them into the skin- and immediately pulling upwards, making a slit in himself with the audible noise of the tissue pulling apart. ] Cause- I got plenty!
[ He grinned to the best of his abilities with a permanently grimacing face, waving his arm to present it. ]
[That is. Concerning.]
[-And I would not need more than around 25 or so milliliters of your blood. You could seriously harm yourself if you gave away more.]
*[...there's been a looming presence over the two of them that is getting... quite difficult to ignore. syn decides to take the shot and address him:]*
[...And I may ask... Who is your dance partner? I feel as though we had met earlier.]
@votaryvenison
" 'M VENISON. YEAH, I SAW YER ASS- Y'GOT ATTACKED BY THAT CRAZY WOMAN'S CLONES, YEA? "
[Venison.... Like deer flesh? What a peculiar name. And yes, I was the one to be swarmed by those drones. She- and by proxy they - have a ...distain for me in particular.]
*[synapse tilts his head curiously (and cautiously) at venison.]*
[I have seen you, her, and another individual in combat when you made your. Entrance. Into the ballroom. You appear to have remarkable regenerative abilities...]
[...And quite the affinity for profanity as well.]
" MY JOB IS KILLIN' YA FREAKS, DIDN'T.. DIDN'T REALIZE THIS WAS A NEUTRAL ZONE WITH'A BUNCHA WHINERS. THE OTHER INDIVIDUAL? "
" OH! HEY! DEEPCUT, M'COWORKER. REAL FORCE OF NATURE, THAT GUY. FREAKY 'N AWFUL, Y'KNOW? MENACIN'. LOVE THE GUY. 'N PROFANITY IS JUST WHAT MY SWEET TONGUE IS MADE FOR, HEH! "
[I see. You are also involved in neutralizing oddities? Paired with your capabilities for advanced regeneration, are you also an antivirus of some kind?]
[-And profanity makes you seem deeply unprofessional. If you are going to curse do it at the very least when damaged...]
" DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF IT'S UNPROFESSIONAL I JUST WANT THIS SHIT. FUCKING. DONE. "
"ANTIVIRUS... Y'COULD SAY THAT- BUT 'M COMPLETELY ORGANIC. THIS IS ALL ME. Y'HEAR?"
[Completely organic; like a bio-mechanism? As in all of your artificial components are organic instead of metal? It is not every day that I encounter those such as you. Your types are extremely hard to manufacture.]
[Hm. And if that is truly the case, why are you at an event such as this if that is your only motive?]
*[syn suddenly turns serious, a stark shadow passing over his face.]*
[If you really were serious, I, Jinn, and every other individual in this ballroom would be bleeding at your feet hours ago.]
[...Or at least that's how I would have done it, if I was fixated on such a goal.]
" HEY, DICKWEED- SHITS A NEUTRAL ZONE. I DIDN'T FUCKIN' KNOW THAT. THOUGHT IT'D BE EASY PICKINGS WITH EVERYONE IN ONE AREA. "
{ Venison rolled his eyes. }
" 'N YEAH, SURE. I'MMA FEAT OF BIO-ENGINEERING, BEST ONE MAMA MADE. Y'MORE THAN JUST BLABBER OR IS THAT YER WHOLE THING? "
[This was a neutral zone? I have not yet taken note of that. I was not entirely sure, with the hyper-tailored executions and the fiasco that happened mere minutes ago...]
*[a sour expression crossed synapse's face before quickly shifting back to a neutral one.]*
[To answer your query, I am certainly more than just "blabber". I am a construct specifically made for speed and agility, as well in efficiency in terminating threats. I am also programmed with knowledge of effectively using multiple firearms and melee or ranged weapons, as well as operating offensive machinery.]
[I merely talk as much as I do for the highest chance of conveying my points as thoroughly as possible.]
" YEAH. FIGURED THAT OUT.. 'PPARENTLY IF NO GAME DEMANDS IT, NO IN-FIGHTING. BULLSHIT. 'N NEAT, NEAT."
" Y'DON'T LOOK LIKE YA KNOW YER WAY 'ROUND A PENCIL, BUT I DIGRESS. GOOD TO HEAR- THOUGH. Y'GOT ANY SPECIFIC TALENTS WIT'YER WEAPONS Y'THINK YOU SHOULD WARN ME ABOUT? "
{ Venison chuckled. }
*[ever so slightly, syn's eyes narrowed.]*
[Eugh. I have a built-in targeting system for ranged weapons and firearms. As for personal preferences...]
*[synapse held out a hand at his side. something iridescent sparked at his fingertips before a spear materialized in his palm. it shared the same gradient present on his stripes and eye markings.]*
[...I have found myself to take a liking towards spears.]
" AAAH, BABY WEAPONS. AIN'TTHAT CUTE? YER LIL' POKER. "
{ Venison tapped the tip with his fingers. }
" Y'LOOK REAL UNHAPPY, HMH? YER NOT LIKIN' US TALKING, YEAAH? "
[It appears to you as a "baby weapon" because you are several feet taller than I or the weapon.]
[And maybe I am displeased with this interaction because you are being unnecessarily rude to me for no clear reason...]
" I AIN'T BEIN' RUDE. HOW I USUALLY BANTER. "
{ Venison scratched his ear. }
" MMH. HOW.. EVERYONE USUALLY BANTERS. IT'S NUTHIN' PERSONAL, DON'T GET UP-ALL-TWISTED. "
[Ah. Banter. I see now. Forgive me if I do not grasp your jokes; I am not equipped to understand sarcasm and ironic statements.]
*[although that is true, a rather rude opinion tucked deep away within synapse's cpu still remained: "man, this venison guy's an asshole, innit?"]*
*[but there was no point to voicing that opinion aloud. so syn just decided to keep it to himself.]*
" EH, WHATEVER. S'ALL GOOD. ARE Y'NOT ABLE TO.. UPDATE YER ROBOT-BRAIN OR SUMTHIN'?.. 'M COWORKER DEEPCUT IS WICKED WITH TECH- IF Y'WANNA BE LESS SOCIALLY INEPT HE COULD HELP YA OUT. "
{ ..thats suspiciously nice. }
" OR WOULD'DAT GET IN THE WAY.. OR WHATEVER THE FUCK- I'M NOT A ROBO-GUY. "
[My systems update themselves when necessary, so there would be no need for an external upgrade. Social navigation otherwise is deemed largely unnecessary when compared to updating combat techniques or strategies and tactical knowledge.]
[And to be frank, I am distrustful of others near the intricate workings of my frame.]
" HMH, EH, FAIR. YER SYSTEMS MIGHT BE PRETTY EASY TO TAMPER WITH IF SOMEONE KNOWS THEIR SHIT. "
{ Venison's nose twitched. }
" ..D'YA SMELL HUMAN? IT SMELLS LIKE A HUMAN. I KEEP GETTING WHIFFS- D'YA KNOW WHAT THAT'S ABOUT? "
[Whatever do you mean you "smell human"? There aren't any humans around here, at least to my knowledge. Are you referring to me? As I was programmed by a human.]
" HUMAN HAVE A SOFTER SMELL THAN ODDITIES. EH.. HOW TO COMPARE? SALTY 'N SOUR. GUESS I COULD BE JUST SMELLIN YA BUT.. "
{ Nose twitches again. }
" ..TOO POTENT TA BE YOU. .. 'SCUZE ME- HUMANS SHOULDN'T BE HERE. I NEED TO- FIND THE SOURCE- SCOOT! "
{ Oh he was BOOKING IT TOWARDS THE SOURCE. who happened to be a little blue fox with orange irises facing in other directions! He was walking into a wall repeatedly. }
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[Hello. I do not think we have met before... You are the one known as "Jinn", am I correct?]
- @nervosa-nova
Oh, yupperoonie! That's me, hey!
I've been watching! You're collecting data or something- right?
*[the android nods politely.]*
[Yes, I have been. The reason for the practice; if you are wondering, is merely to guide future interactions with others in this... space.]
[I have overheard you and your dancing partner discuss topics relating to venoms and toxins. If I recall, you yourself have stated that you are somewhat poisonous, correct?]
Oh, yes! A concoction of my blood and spit kills cells fast enough to prevent regeneration- along with a sprinkle of vinegar but- heehee-
Why do you ask? I don't bite, promise.
[...Interesting. I am not asking out of fear- as your bodily fluids supposedly do not affect artificial structures, but more out of curiosity.]
*[the android leans in a little close, a hand on their chin, thoroughly intrigued.]*
[How are your blood and saliva able to create such a noxious compound? What chemicals are they made of respectively? Do you have specific sacs to store said poison, or are you naturally immune? Are you venomous as well?]
I'm not sure of all of the components- I simply know that my blood and spit have those effects.. But- I'm sure of one part, sodium hydroxide. That is in my spit. but I've yet to figure out what in the world my blood is.. It's a sour and viscous substance that pops and bubbles when reacting to my spit.
I've pulled myself apart to answer that- no sacs. I'm naturally immune it seems. I'm able to swallow the substances I make with no struggle.
Venomous? I'd suppose so. Both venomous and poisonous..
[I see, I see... Sodium hydroxide... As in the substance that is used in soap and paper manufacturing? Is your saliva completely made of the compound or is it only in low amounts?]
[As for your blood, I would not be opposed to conducting a study on the liquid to see what chemical in specifics it contains or is comprised of; if you would let me.]
[...And you have performed surgery on yourself?]
Almost completely, yes. And oh, sure! No biggie.
[ Jinn rolled up his sleeve, fingers running across his arm to his inner elbow. ]
After finding myself with my husband, I've found I'm quite different than I was before. I can no longer perish, and I've found myself with quite a lot of abnormalities! Heehh.. What a crazy dame he is..
Full of acid like this- just so if I leave without permission? PPLLBBH! 'Cause of this handy little thing.. [ He prods the baby-blue ring around his neck, seeming to be fused into his flesh almost. ]
So, how much blood would'ja need? [ Jinn put his teeth on the soft flesh of his inner elbow, hooking them into the skin- and immediately pulling upwards, making a slit in himself with the audible noise of the tissue pulling apart. ] Cause- I got plenty!
[ He grinned to the best of his abilities with a permanently grimacing face, waving his arm to present it. ]
[That is. Concerning.]
[-And I would not need more than around 25 or so milliliters of your blood. You could seriously harm yourself if you gave away more.]
*[...there's been a looming presence over the two of them that is getting... quite difficult to ignore. syn decides to take the shot and address him:]*
[...And I may ask... Who is your dance partner? I feel as though we had met earlier.]
@votaryvenison
" 'M VENISON. YEAH, I SAW YER ASS- Y'GOT ATTACKED BY THAT CRAZY WOMAN'S CLONES, YEA? "
[Venison.... Like deer flesh? What a peculiar name. And yes, I was the one to be swarmed by those drones. She- and by proxy they - have a ...distain for me in particular.]
*[synapse tilts his head curiously (and cautiously) at venison.]*
[I have seen you, her, and another individual in combat when you made your. Entrance. Into the ballroom. You appear to have remarkable regenerative abilities...]
[...And quite the affinity for profanity as well.]
" MY JOB IS KILLIN' YA FREAKS, DIDN'T.. DIDN'T REALIZE THIS WAS A NEUTRAL ZONE WITH'A BUNCHA WHINERS. THE OTHER INDIVIDUAL? "
" OH! HEY! DEEPCUT, M'COWORKER. REAL FORCE OF NATURE, THAT GUY. FREAKY 'N AWFUL, Y'KNOW? MENACIN'. LOVE THE GUY. 'N PROFANITY IS JUST WHAT MY SWEET TONGUE IS MADE FOR, HEH! "
[I see. You are also involved in neutralizing oddities? Paired with your capabilities for advanced regeneration, are you also an antivirus of some kind?]
[-And profanity makes you seem deeply unprofessional. If you are going to curse do it at the very least when damaged...]
" DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF IT'S UNPROFESSIONAL I JUST WANT THIS SHIT. FUCKING. DONE. "
"ANTIVIRUS... Y'COULD SAY THAT- BUT 'M COMPLETELY ORGANIC. THIS IS ALL ME. Y'HEAR?"
[Completely organic; like a bio-mechanism? As in all of your artificial components are organic instead of metal? It is not every day that I encounter those such as you. Your types are extremely hard to manufacture.]
[Hm. And if that is truly the case, why are you at an event such as this if that is your only motive?]
*[syn suddenly turns serious, a stark shadow passing over his face.]*
[If you really were serious, I, Jinn, and every other individual in this ballroom would be bleeding at your feet hours ago.]
[...Or at least that's how I would have done it, if I was fixated on such a goal.]
" HEY, DICKWEED- SHITS A NEUTRAL ZONE. I DIDN'T FUCKIN' KNOW THAT. THOUGHT IT'D BE EASY PICKINGS WITH EVERYONE IN ONE AREA. "
{ Venison rolled his eyes. }
" 'N YEAH, SURE. I'MMA FEAT OF BIO-ENGINEERING, BEST ONE MAMA MADE. Y'MORE THAN JUST BLABBER OR IS THAT YER WHOLE THING? "
[This was a neutral zone? I have not yet taken note of that. I was not entirely sure, with the hyper-tailored executions and the fiasco that happened mere minutes ago...]
*[a sour expression crossed synapse's face before quickly shifting back to a neutral one.]*
[To answer your query, I am certainly more than just "blabber". I am a construct specifically made for speed and agility, as well in efficiency in terminating threats. I am also programmed with knowledge of effectively using multiple firearms and melee or ranged weapons, as well as operating offensive machinery.]
[I merely talk as much as I do for the highest chance of conveying my points as thoroughly as possible.]
" YEAH. FIGURED THAT OUT.. 'PPARENTLY IF NO GAME DEMANDS IT, NO IN-FIGHTING. BULLSHIT. 'N NEAT, NEAT."
" Y'DON'T LOOK LIKE YA KNOW YER WAY 'ROUND A PENCIL, BUT I DIGRESS. GOOD TO HEAR- THOUGH. Y'GOT ANY SPECIFIC TALENTS WIT'YER WEAPONS Y'THINK YOU SHOULD WARN ME ABOUT? "
{ Venison chuckled. }
*[ever so slightly, syn's eyes narrowed.]*
[Eugh. I have a built-in targeting system for ranged weapons and firearms. As for personal preferences...]
*[synapse held out a hand at his side. something iridescent sparked at his fingertips before a spear materialized in his palm. it shared the same gradient present on his stripes and eye markings.]*
[...I have found myself to take a liking towards spears.]
" AAAH, BABY WEAPONS. AIN'TTHAT CUTE? YER LIL' POKER. "
{ Venison tapped the tip with his fingers. }
" Y'LOOK REAL UNHAPPY, HMH? YER NOT LIKIN' US TALKING, YEAAH? "
[It appears to you as a "baby weapon" because you are several feet taller than I or the weapon.]
[And maybe I am displeased with this interaction because you are being unnecessarily rude to me for no clear reason...]
" I AIN'T BEIN' RUDE. HOW I USUALLY BANTER. "
{ Venison scratched his ear. }
" MMH. HOW.. EVERYONE USUALLY BANTERS. IT'S NUTHIN' PERSONAL, DON'T GET UP-ALL-TWISTED. "
[Ah. Banter. I see now. Forgive me if I do not grasp your jokes; I am not equipped to understand sarcasm and ironic statements.]
*[although that is true, a rather rude opinion tucked deep away within synapse's cpu still remained: "man, this venison guy's an asshole, innit?"]*
*[but there was no point to voicing that opinion aloud. so syn just decided to keep it to himself.]*
" EH, WHATEVER. S'ALL GOOD. ARE Y'NOT ABLE TO.. UPDATE YER ROBOT-BRAIN OR SUMTHIN'?.. 'M COWORKER DEEPCUT IS WICKED WITH TECH- IF Y'WANNA BE LESS SOCIALLY INEPT HE COULD HELP YA OUT. "
{ ..thats suspiciously nice. }
" OR WOULD'DAT GET IN THE WAY.. OR WHATEVER THE FUCK- I'M NOT A ROBO-GUY. "
[My systems update themselves when necessary, so there would be no need for an external upgrade. Social navigation otherwise is deemed largely unnecessary when compared to updating combat techniques or strategies and tactical knowledge.]
[And to be frank, I am distrustful of others near the intricate workings of my frame.]
" HMH, EH, FAIR. YER SYSTEMS MIGHT BE PRETTY EASY TO TAMPER WITH IF SOMEONE KNOWS THEIR SHIT. "
{ Venison's nose twitched. }
" ..D'YA SMELL HUMAN? IT SMELLS LIKE A HUMAN. I KEEP GETTING WHIFFS- D'YA KNOW WHAT THAT'S ABOUT? "
[Whatever do you mean you "smell human"? There aren't any humans around here, at least to my knowledge. Are you referring to me? As I was programmed by a human.]
[Hello. I do not think we have met before... You are the one known as "Jinn", am I correct?]
- @nervosa-nova
Oh, yupperoonie! That's me, hey!
I've been watching! You're collecting data or something- right?
*[the android nods politely.]*
[Yes, I have been. The reason for the practice; if you are wondering, is merely to guide future interactions with others in this... space.]
[I have overheard you and your dancing partner discuss topics relating to venoms and toxins. If I recall, you yourself have stated that you are somewhat poisonous, correct?]
Oh, yes! A concoction of my blood and spit kills cells fast enough to prevent regeneration- along with a sprinkle of vinegar but- heehee-
Why do you ask? I don't bite, promise.
[...Interesting. I am not asking out of fear- as your bodily fluids supposedly do not affect artificial structures, but more out of curiosity.]
*[the android leans in a little close, a hand on their chin, thoroughly intrigued.]*
[How are your blood and saliva able to create such a noxious compound? What chemicals are they made of respectively? Do you have specific sacs to store said poison, or are you naturally immune? Are you venomous as well?]
I'm not sure of all of the components- I simply know that my blood and spit have those effects.. But- I'm sure of one part, sodium hydroxide. That is in my spit. but I've yet to figure out what in the world my blood is.. It's a sour and viscous substance that pops and bubbles when reacting to my spit.
I've pulled myself apart to answer that- no sacs. I'm naturally immune it seems. I'm able to swallow the substances I make with no struggle.
Venomous? I'd suppose so. Both venomous and poisonous..
[I see, I see... Sodium hydroxide... As in the substance that is used in soap and paper manufacturing? Is your saliva completely made of the compound or is it only in low amounts?]
[As for your blood, I would not be opposed to conducting a study on the liquid to see what chemical in specifics it contains or is comprised of; if you would let me.]
[...And you have performed surgery on yourself?]
Almost completely, yes. And oh, sure! No biggie.
[ Jinn rolled up his sleeve, fingers running across his arm to his inner elbow. ]
After finding myself with my husband, I've found I'm quite different than I was before. I can no longer perish, and I've found myself with quite a lot of abnormalities! Heehh.. What a crazy dame he is..
Full of acid like this- just so if I leave without permission? PPLLBBH! 'Cause of this handy little thing.. [ He prods the baby-blue ring around his neck, seeming to be fused into his flesh almost. ]
So, how much blood would'ja need? [ Jinn put his teeth on the soft flesh of his inner elbow, hooking them into the skin- and immediately pulling upwards, making a slit in himself with the audible noise of the tissue pulling apart. ] Cause- I got plenty!
[ He grinned to the best of his abilities with a permanently grimacing face, waving his arm to present it. ]
[That is. Concerning.]
[-And I would not need more than around 25 or so milliliters of your blood. You could seriously harm yourself if you gave away more.]
*[...there's been a looming presence over the two of them that is getting... quite difficult to ignore. syn decides to take the shot and address him:]*
[...And I may ask... Who is your dance partner? I feel as though we had met earlier.]
@votaryvenison
" 'M VENISON. YEAH, I SAW YER ASS- Y'GOT ATTACKED BY THAT CRAZY WOMAN'S CLONES, YEA? "
[Venison.... Like deer flesh? What a peculiar name. And yes, I was the one to be swarmed by those drones. She- and by proxy they - have a ...distain for me in particular.]
*[synapse tilts his head curiously (and cautiously) at venison.]*
[I have seen you, her, and another individual in combat when you made your. Entrance. Into the ballroom. You appear to have remarkable regenerative abilities...]
[...And quite the affinity for profanity as well.]
" MY JOB IS KILLIN' YA FREAKS, DIDN'T.. DIDN'T REALIZE THIS WAS A NEUTRAL ZONE WITH'A BUNCHA WHINERS. THE OTHER INDIVIDUAL? "
" OH! HEY! DEEPCUT, M'COWORKER. REAL FORCE OF NATURE, THAT GUY. FREAKY 'N AWFUL, Y'KNOW? MENACIN'. LOVE THE GUY. 'N PROFANITY IS JUST WHAT MY SWEET TONGUE IS MADE FOR, HEH! "
[I see. You are also involved in neutralizing oddities? Paired with your capabilities for advanced regeneration, are you also an antivirus of some kind?]
[-And profanity makes you seem deeply unprofessional. If you are going to curse do it at the very least when damaged...]
" DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF IT'S UNPROFESSIONAL I JUST WANT THIS SHIT. FUCKING. DONE. "
"ANTIVIRUS... Y'COULD SAY THAT- BUT 'M COMPLETELY ORGANIC. THIS IS ALL ME. Y'HEAR?"
[Completely organic; like a bio-mechanism? As in all of your artificial components are organic instead of metal? It is not every day that I encounter those such as you. Your types are extremely hard to manufacture.]
[Hm. And if that is truly the case, why are you at an event such as this if that is your only motive?]
*[syn suddenly turns serious, a stark shadow passing over his face.]*
[If you really were serious, I, Jinn, and every other individual in this ballroom would be bleeding at your feet hours ago.]
[...Or at least that's how I would have done it, if I was fixated on such a goal.]
" HEY, DICKWEED- SHITS A NEUTRAL ZONE. I DIDN'T FUCKIN' KNOW THAT. THOUGHT IT'D BE EASY PICKINGS WITH EVERYONE IN ONE AREA. "
{ Venison rolled his eyes. }
" 'N YEAH, SURE. I'MMA FEAT OF BIO-ENGINEERING, BEST ONE MAMA MADE. Y'MORE THAN JUST BLABBER OR IS THAT YER WHOLE THING? "
[This was a neutral zone? I have not yet taken note of that. I was not entirely sure, with the hyper-tailored executions and the fiasco that happened mere minutes ago...]
*[a sour expression crossed synapse's face before quickly shifting back to a neutral one.]*
[To answer your query, I am certainly more than just "blabber". I am a construct specifically made for speed and agility, as well in efficiency in terminating threats. I am also programmed with knowledge of effectively using multiple firearms and melee or ranged weapons, as well as operating offensive machinery.]
[I merely talk as much as I do for the highest chance of conveying my points as thoroughly as possible.]
" YEAH. FIGURED THAT OUT.. 'PPARENTLY IF NO GAME DEMANDS IT, NO IN-FIGHTING. BULLSHIT. 'N NEAT, NEAT."
" Y'DON'T LOOK LIKE YA KNOW YER WAY 'ROUND A PENCIL, BUT I DIGRESS. GOOD TO HEAR- THOUGH. Y'GOT ANY SPECIFIC TALENTS WIT'YER WEAPONS Y'THINK YOU SHOULD WARN ME ABOUT? "
{ Venison chuckled. }
*[ever so slightly, syn's eyes narrowed.]*
[Eugh. I have a built-in targeting system for ranged weapons and firearms. As for personal preferences...]
*[synapse held out a hand at his side. something iridescent sparked at his fingertips before a spear materialized in his palm. it shared the same gradient present on his stripes and eye markings.]*
[...I have found myself to take a liking towards spears.]
" AAAH, BABY WEAPONS. AIN'TTHAT CUTE? YER LIL' POKER. "
{ Venison tapped the tip with his fingers. }
" Y'LOOK REAL UNHAPPY, HMH? YER NOT LIKIN' US TALKING, YEAAH? "
[It appears to you as a "baby weapon" because you are several feet taller than I or the weapon.]
[And maybe I am displeased with this interaction because you are being unnecessarily rude to me for no clear reason...]
" I AIN'T BEIN' RUDE. HOW I USUALLY BANTER. "
{ Venison scratched his ear. }
" MMH. HOW.. EVERYONE USUALLY BANTERS. IT'S NUTHIN' PERSONAL, DON'T GET UP-ALL-TWISTED. "
[Ah. Banter. I see now. Forgive me if I do not grasp your jokes; I am not equipped to understand sarcasm and ironic statements.]
*[although that is true, a rather rude opinion tucked deep away within synapse's cpu still remained: "man, this venison guy's an asshole, innit?"]*
*[but there was no point to voicing that opinion aloud. so syn just decided to keep it to himself.]*
" EH, WHATEVER. S'ALL GOOD. ARE Y'NOT ABLE TO.. UPDATE YER ROBOT-BRAIN OR SUMTHIN'?.. 'M COWORKER DEEPCUT IS WICKED WITH TECH- IF Y'WANNA BE LESS SOCIALLY INEPT HE COULD HELP YA OUT. "
{ ..thats suspiciously nice. }
" OR WOULD'DAT GET IN THE WAY.. OR WHATEVER THE FUCK- I'M NOT A ROBO-GUY. "
[My systems update themselves when necessary, so there would be no need for an external upgrade. Social navigation otherwise is deemed largely unnecessary when compared to updating combat techniques or strategies and tactical knowledge.]
[And to be frank, I am distrustful of others near the intricate workings of my frame.]
