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Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Kassy on July 25, 2014, 09:20:20 AM »
The crashing of the man or creature charging through the brush gave her a direction, but the brush itself obscured any targets. With everyone else behind the line she opened up into the area, loosing off 3 rounds each further away than the last.

With a yell from her position atop the tower, Anya directed the others into the brush before shouldering her rifle to grip the ladders rails and slide down herself. She then pulled her Glock and made to catch up with the others.
Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by valadaar on July 24, 2014, 09:38:36 PM »

The first thing that Marcus noticed were the eyes -lolled back as Qwell's head looked towards him, nearly severed by what appeared to have been a single, ferocious bite to the throat.  Blood covered the interior and was still quite wet.

Qwell's battered hunting rifle lay close at hand - a poor weapon in the enclosed space of his home.


Asha found the prints were quite clear - canine and deep, surprisingly so. 

Anya hear the sound of the breakage of sticks as something was running away in the distance, but the brush denied her any target...
Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by valadaar on July 24, 2014, 09:30:58 PM »
Jerome was in the ships 'shop'.  After clearing his mind, and recovering, he bent his mind to that he knew.  Robots.

He had gathered what wrecked robots he could find on the ship, along with other odds and ends he gathered, and then brought up the basic schematics for his blast bots.  He would find suitable warheads later, but for now, the skittering shells would serve.

He wondering what the others were up to, but no one had called him, and he was still in a bit of a funk.

Sagely Advice / Re: 30 unusual punishments
« Last post by Silveressa on July 24, 2014, 07:26:44 PM »
That reminds me of a punishment inflicted upon an elf in an old fantasy game I played in. The elf she had professed her love for a human, even over the objections of her family and the council of elders (yes, very LOTORish of her,  :wink: ) Was sentenced to have her ears cut to a rounded shape that resembled a humans, with the councils decree of "If you choose to love a human and forsake our kind they so shall you look as they do!"

The resulting fight by her beloved to spare her the mutilation resulted in a full on fight to the death and daring escape by the party, and later sparked an entire war with the elven nation and  human kingdom of Athasaria; mostly because her beloved was a royal knight of Athasaria and during the rescue the group lead by him, happened to kill a few of the high elven council when our negotiation attempt imploded, ("Elves do not treat with honorless round ears!") but they also claimed we kidnapped our rescued elven companion.
Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by Autumn on July 24, 2014, 07:17:15 PM »
Autumn watched with interest as they opened the stasis pod, one paw resting lightly on her hand cannon, just in case the newly awakened creature mistook the good doctor for a post hibernation meal. She tiled her head in mild surprise as it embraced Irina, her eyes widening at it slowly inserted its lengthy tongue into her mouth. I sure hope that's its tongue anyway,

Her gaze flicked over to Sunny as Irinas' form went limp, trusting the doctor would inform her should her assistance become necessary, but otherwise hesitant to intrude upon the unexpectedly intimate embrace between the captain and Kotiri.
Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by EchoMirage on July 24, 2014, 03:30:39 PM »
Sunny noticed the leaning crewmate, flashing her a grin and pointing two thumbs up.
They then turned back to the sarcophagus. Stasis pod. Looked like one, though, even its occupant had its upper extremities folded upon the chest.
Sunny lifted the control panel lid and flicked off the safety.
Irina twitched, recalling how the alarm of the failing pods had spelled the death of her former crew. Certainly not undeserved, it was no less grim. On the bright side, at least they were tasty.
How do I taste now? She wondered.

The mist cleared from within, and the lid sprang open, revealing the upright reptilian shape. The six-limbed creature opened the eyes in the slits of its face shield, and tensed up - the memory of capture was fresh. Noticing the Kotiri around and capturing Irina's unique scent, it stepped forth slowly though, opening its mouth slightly to display rows of shark-like teeth and wiggling tongues.
It was focused on the captain, its limbs, tail, in fact the whole body swaying, scents alternating in their nostrils, subtle tones of color changing under its skin. All this was accompanied by a low hum that could be felt in the temples. The Kotiri crept closer on their bellies, rubbing their scales together.
Sunny chirped in glee: "It's communicating - and it's beautiful!"
But the captain felt just a storm of quizzical messages from her other half, and rubbed her head: "Only if I could understand..."

The upright alien paused. The doctor frowned, then laid one arm around Irina's shoulder. "It's a bold move, but: stop fighting your other half. You are one creature, so start acting like one. This is not a situation a human could handle - but a creature forged of man and beast might. Trust me, I was born with my Soul, but even today, I still sometimes am clueless as to what it is going on about. But I am one creature made of two halves, and you'd never catch me speaking in the royal plural. Take a deep breath, throw your reservations to the wind, and push through."
With that, she gently nudged Irina onward.

Tense, but loosening, the tall woman stepped out, emptying her mind of fear and the noise of human thought; she could feel the hum of the wild spirit below the surface - then it broke through.


Concepts which she had no words for flashed in her mind, but they were acquiring a coating of sense; inhibitions gained new context, fear left in the joined understanding. As if on an agreed signal, the Kotiri lifted her up and brought her to its face-shield, the eyes drilling into hers. Slowly, it extended a sinuous appendage from below the pace-plate and the captain opened her mouth, welcoming it within, a foot, then two sliding inside her, her eyes rolling back, the spine arched.

Then, she went limp.
Therafter / Re: Therafter Out of Game Discussion
« Last post by Murometz on July 24, 2014, 02:39:06 PM »
Bet the mussels were great though! :)
Therafter / Re: Therafter Out of Game Discussion
« Last post by valadaar on July 24, 2014, 02:11:36 PM »
Sorry, vacation has chopped into time. Hope to post tonight.  Had terrible web access in P.E.I.

Therafter / Re: Therafter Out of Game Discussion
« Last post by Gossamer on July 24, 2014, 06:11:32 AM »
Parum pom pom...
Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by Autumn on July 23, 2014, 12:55:42 PM »
Autumn stretched quietly, her curiosity where Sunny had gotten herself off to at war with her desire for another hour or so of shut eye. With a contented yawn she reluctantly pulled herself form the bed, smoothing out her kilt and strapping on her weapon and tool belts, softly padding int he direction of Sunny, somewhat mystified to find her along with Irina and a handful of Kotiri surrounding the intact stasis pod.

With a look of intense curiosity she leaned against the wall and observed then, unwilling to interrupt whatever they seemed to be in the middle of.
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