Squiddy_Attack

Ink snickered, then burst out laughing at the exchange of messages going on before her. Quickly, she slapped on her "i'm-listening-but-i-don't-look-like-it-at-all" face, hoping to hear something...secret. Didn't matter what kind of secret, as long as whoever had it didn't want anybody to know it.

She quietly stepped back into the plant, giving Energon an "I'm a good deal tougher than I look" glance.

Kheldragon nodded at Marcus/Jonas in thanks, and gripped the glass tightly, slowly sucking the energy out of the liquid.

"It's for luck, and every beautiful woman deserves a drink."
Luck, sure. She'd need it. But Kheldragon, beautiful? She burst out laughing, which quickly turned into a coughing fit and a slightly bloody bar.
"...Well..." she said to E-X, "...I don't use my tongue...anyway, so losing...my mouth wouldn't really...be that big a deal..."

She shrugged, ignoring the pain moving caused her. She was used to it.
"...And as for the freaking...people out factor, well...My face is enough to send...most people running..." she blinked slowly.
Khel slowly raised herself out of her seat and glanced towards the dance floor. "...I'll dance, I suppose...It's something to do...but be warned, I'm likely...to aggravate my injuries--" she coughed -- "...And bloody the dance floor...so don't say I didn't...warn you..."

She took a couple shaky steps towards the transparent dance floor. She also didn't dance very well, her talons not exactly helping.

Mind you, she didn't feel any affection for E-X. She didn't feel any affection towards anyone but Inky, and only in the sense that she felt a little like Ink was her daughter. Khel didn't see dancing as a way to express affection, just as another way to hang out.

((Well...Khel isn't really angry, per se, just annoyed, and it isn't showing much ))
Kheldragon closed her eyes, and pointed to her shoulders without another word. Pointed to the red spikes.
"...I'd gladly trade my jaw...for my wings..." she said, even more quietly than normal, taking the batteries. She clutched them tightly, draining them slowly.

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INky grinned. "I know that," she said. "Me 'n trubble g' t'geth'r like peanut butt'r 'n jelly. 'n m' not short, y'know, m' five frikkin' feet tall 'n three inch'z."
She stretched, lots of very long, black thorns suddenly popping out of her body. "'N az y' c'n see, I c'n take care 'a m'self jus' fine." She kept grinning. Surprising people was one of the best things life had to offer.

((What do you mean, purgatory? Pffft. It's Hell, no doubt.))

Inky grinned. "They're comm'n 'n this p'ticlyer dimensh'n," she said. "Y' c'n find donut store'z all ov'r th' place. There's a real good one 'n Faultline."
Meanwhile, Kheldragon was close to fuming. Which, considering her normally neutral state, was very rare. It wasn't Khel's fault her feet ripped up the ground most places she went. She felt like this person was laughing at her pityingly, whether or not it was true.

She muttered something at the ground, but was at least glad she wasn't the one getting flirted with. Before she'd become Kheldragon, nearly every idiot in the D had hit on her. And gotten third-degree burns.

Inky snickered as the guy spilled his coffee. She looked at Fraenir, holding out a glazed donut.
"It'z a d'sert," she said. "Seryusly, jus' try wun 'n see." Then she stuffed half the donut into her mouth, defying several physical laws of face-stretching.

Kheldragon nodded at Energon. "...You're welcome..." was all she said quietly. Didn't bother much with elaborate speeches. "...I appreciate the...drink offer, but I don't...consume liquids...If you've got some...batteries with you, though...that's just as good..."
She tried to smile, but only succeeded in curling her lips far enough to expose her red-stained fangs.

"...I'm a lot of things..." she said, addressing everyone, "...Call me what you like...Monster...Chimera...bad case of genetic...soup...Or...call me Kheldragon..."
Khel shook her head, letting her hair fall back into her face.

"...I don't think...that's the last we'll see...of him, either..." she said to Fraenir.
And that was when Inky jumped out of the plant.
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There stood a little girl, perhaps only almost thirteen, covered in autumn-orange and red leaves. She was shedding all over the floor.
Her hair was long, brown, and rather unbrushed, with a faint ruby tinge to it. She'd retained the temp-dye for unusually long periods of time.
It looked like she had feathered wings, but they were really just more leaves, growing out of her back.

"Fin'lly, 'e'z gone!" she said, very quickly. "'Ey, 't'z th' drag'n-man 'gain!" she said, grinning at Fraenir. "I savedja a donut."

((I don't know))

((In the meantime, we will be in ur Pocket D ))

((Okay...

I swear I won't post this time. I hope.

The question is if they'll ever look at this thread again.))

She shrugged. Might as well. But she'd better keep a tight hold on the flow, if she was going to drain and consume with this much energy around.
It was even better than Terra Volta itself in here. Also, she didn't have to worry about blacking out chunks of Paragon. However...DJ Zero might kick her out. No, he'd probably kick her out, especially since she'd kind of wrecked the floor.

"...The point is..." she rasped at Poe, "...We know you're not a...waiter, so what are...you doing here? Might as...well answer, since you can't...leave..."
She coughed.

((Purple kheldstare of d00m @_@

Yet another wave of energy hit her. She stopped storing the energy she'd leeched from Poe, and began glowing brightly again. She was consuming everything she was taking in very quickly, growing stronger by the second. She hoped the newcomer wouldn't mind too much if she siphoned his wild energy.

And despite all this, it still wasn't enough to heal her injuries. Well, most of them had already been healed, but she had a couple that couldn't be healed. Even with her regeneration abilities. Internal wounds that made her cough and vomit blood, and forced her to consume the energy of others rather than making her own like most living things did.

Kheldragon was now standing in a virtual black hole of energy. The air darkened slightly around her as even the energy of light was sucked in.
For a second, she was afraid she'd fall through the floor as her gravity increased more and more, and she knew she had to shut the flow off.

The gravity returned to normal, the glow vanishing entirely. She'd sucked and stored enough to keep her alive for the next few months without draining anything.

"...Sorry..." she muttered, knowing that there were holes in the floor where she was standing.

If more and more powerful-energized people kept coming, she'd be glowing on and off like a christmas light, and would probably wreck a small section of the D.

((Yes! Join! The more, the merrier!))

((Okay, okay...Here you are.

*bows humbly, handing El the intatrubes*


To PTninja: My sincerest apologies if you take offense at the "shove it in other peoples' faces" thing. That's just how Khel sees it, especially since it seems the Perfect Person is acting somewhat arrogant.
Again, apologies if you take offense. ))

((Oh.

XD

You have won an internets. Where would you like it delivered to? ))

((Kheldragon screenie


Dragon matrix moves? ))

[ QUOTE ]
GW: Sir! The Freedom Phaylanx is attacking! What is your suggested course of action?

LR:Can you tell them to come back later i just bought City of Heroes.

BS: Oh i heard about it. It's supposed to be pretty good.

[/ QUOTE ]


WIN


Here's one:

LR: *posting in this thread* WIN

Kheldragon turned towards the woman who'd just come in. People like that -- people who were perfect, and liked to shove it in other peoples' faces -- really got up her nose. She turned slowly, the glow dissipating most of the way. Now her face was visible.

The really unsettling bit was her eyes. She had no whites, just a darker shade of purple than the irises. Her pupils were slitted like a cat's, giving her a slightly feral look.
Veins of the same shade ran down her cheeks, and her eyes were dark-ringed from not sleeping at all.

She coughed. Blood spotted the floor.

Khel's favorite thing to do with perfect people was to show them a fine example of imperfection. For instance, herself.
"...He's not really...a waiter here..." she croaked at the woman. "...We don't know...exactly what he is, but...he's certainly not up...to any good..."

She paused to catch her breath, sounding more than ever like her lungs weren't exactly clear. Storing energy rather than consuming it took a great deal of effort, for her at least.


((To clear something up: Khel sees very well, in mostly the same spectrum as normal people, with night vision like a cat's, but with far better color vision than cats. She doesn't "see" in energy patterns, just senses them.


Okay, stopping now.))

<Yyoouu'vvee rreeaallllyy dduugg yyoouurrsseellff iinn ddeepp tthhiiss ttiimmee, lliizzaarrdd,> said Kheldragon, but her voice had changed. It was metallic, but not flat and robotic, and was one of those creepy double voices.
"...I know that..." muttered the real Khel. Her Nictus rarely ever spoke through her, and then only to insult her in front of everyone else.

She shook her head. Her hair fell away from her face, but it was almost completely clouded in the violet Nictus energy spewing out of her eyes. All that was visible was a trickle of oxygen-deprived blood from the corner of her mouth.

Khel's talons suddenly went right through the floor. She hoped that wouldn't cost too much, but at least she had a solid grip. It'd pretty much take a bomb to move her from her spot now, as the gravity suddenly intensified where she was standing.



Was there such a thing as absorbing too much for her?

((Okay, I be waitin'.))

As she sucked in more and more of the waiter's energy, Kheldragon's entire body began to glow softly. She stood up completely straight and dug her claws into the carpet, bracing for an impact of some kind. This guy was by far the best human battery she'd ever seen.

Also, what with the massive amounts of energy she'd absorbed and was busy consuming, if she died she'd regenerate nearly instantly. She bet the waiter didn't realize he was only adding fuel to Khel's proverbial fire.
But if he was powerful enough to exude that kind of energy, there's no way she could take him on. Hell, not even all the people in the D right now. Maybe not even Zero himself. And there wasn't any backup to call for.

Suddenly, the energy coming off the waiter dramatically increased. Kheldragon felt the energy building up inside her, and her eyes began to glow brightly of their own accord. She fixed the waiter with an eerie, purple stare, her eyes just bright pinpricks of purple light, glowing behind her hair.

She'd always been good at intimidating people, even as an ordinary human. With her rather creepy Kheldragon-ness, she was far, far better at it...

Khelly nodded, and got up. She turned towards the now-trapped waiter, growing more suspicious by the moment.
"...Why should the nature of...the questions bother...you?..." she coughed. "...After all, you're just...a waiter..." she said maybe a bit too casually.

She stepped forward, leaving deep claw marks in the floor. Just close enough to the "waiter" for him to feel the aura of lifeless air that surrounded her. Just close enough to be involuntarily feeding off his energy, at least a little.

She raised her head. That was truly some strong energy. For her, an all-you-can-eat buffet. A really good power boost.
Khel quickly combed her hair back into her face before it fell away. No sense in scaring what could be her allies with her own face.

Kheldragon turned to Jonas. "...Thanks..." she said quietly, "...But I don't consume fluids...I appreciate it, though..." and coughed again. Instead, she gripped the bottle tightly, and drew out all the energy from the liquid inside. Much better than batteries.

"...What's in that...other bottle?" she asked, her curiosity resurfacing. There was something going on here at the D which she had no part in, and she intended to nose her way in.

The monster felt the energies of the D shift slightly as the waiter left. Whoever he'd been, he was radiating some powerful stuff. And he had a very distinct energy signature. She'd be sure to remember it.
But she still hadn't been served. Just relatively ignored. Of course, it could have been that some of them were afraid of her.

"...Hey..." she called to the leaving waiter. "...I haven't been served...yet. Where are...the batteries I ordered?..."
She coughed, and she knew she'd asked twice. Did this person have qualms about giving people batteries? And if so, why?
She shrugged, and shifted in her seat, sucking all the energy out of the light above her. It fizzled, and went out. That'd be sure to catch the waiter's attention.

Maybe.




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In one of the plants on the bottom floor, there was a person. Nearly perfectly camouflaged in autumn colors, she watched the goings-on of the D from her botanical hideout. She knew Gloomy Khelly was upstairs. Khel was pretty hard to miss.

She shifted in her little lookout point, watching people come and go. One thing was for sure, though: Something was happening for once.

The thing snaked its head around slowly. Well, sort of snaked. The best one could manage with an only slightly elongated human neck.
"...Hello again..." it croaked, and turned its hidden eyes to the waiter, wishing it'd gotten that energy. For now, it'd have to settle for draining the lights and the batteries.

She turned back around to face Fraenir.

"...How's it going?..." the thing said, in an attempt to be friendly. She wasn't all that good at that.
It snaked its head back around to see if she'd gotten the batteries yet. Maybe she'd be able to take some of that energy the waiter'd eaten for herself, if she drained him partially.

She sighed. She wasn't even sure why she'd gone back to the D. Returning to her old haunts, perhaps. Back when she still flew the skies, she'd spent quite a bit of time here, and inflicted quite a bit of burns.
"...Waiter..." She rasped. "...Could you find any...batteries behind...the counter?..." And coughed again. Blood flecked the back of her hand, slightly purple from the low amount of oxygen.