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Ash sat watching the lies flow out of Jason's mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm very confused. I don't understand why people are concerned about being tall. I'll keep my slice of pie, thank-you. As for my armor, I've been advised to keep that classified from the show for further investigation whatever that means."

At the thought of ice cream with an even more confused look. In an attempt to understand, he pokes the white of his eyeball and gathers the goop from it with a bit of pain following. Concern washed over his face as he looked at hte goop on his finger. "You mean people actually eat this 'eye's cream'"

yay! best of luck getting them in soon!

Ash looked around in bewilderement as he tried to gather what was funny about calling the hariy man-thing a midget. Midget was claerly not in his vocabulary, nor such a classification of human had ever been exposed to him. Due to extensive years of conditioning for a brain-cpu, Ash only saw humans as two things: ally or threat. "Why do you keep calling him midget guy?"

"When can we eat it?" His eyes were like a child's at Christmas eagerly eyeing one of the larger presents under the tree. The hunger in them sparked across them with wildly humorous flavor.

I love this story...

Oh well in that case, they level up as a team claiming their quest like Red Mage.

I'm gonna take a crack at this...though this is just my way.

Hero's going along, and is developing his skills as he fights crime. While fighting he thinks of (or discovers) a new way (spell, technique, design) for a new power, and then proceeds to test his assessment with a trainer. The trainer then approves, and authorizes him with the next security level. In actuality, the simple click and level in game for me is actually like an extensive ability assessment to determine if indeed the hero has what it takes to be authorized for the next security authorization promotion. The odd levels of course are different ways to utilize a current device through a modification, or other increased enhancement. Hope that helps.

~Trak

Edit: heh...I guess I was the first to see it the OTHER way of asking....or maybe I got it completely wrong. eh.

Marius smirked inwardly at the thought of his next great jeweler being Pyris. He glanced around, feeling good about his profits from betting and the prospects of tomorrow. Pyris was smiling broadly and practically beaming with the compliments. He graciously accepted the pendant, nodding a thanks that he secretly wished he could express. Perhaps someday he would regain his confidence.

ASh covered a cringe as the two bubble heads glitted back into the kitchen wanting the unfinished pie. He looked around to see if there was a stray orange that wasn't reserved for the pie that he could throw in that direction. If he had fur, much less hair, it'd be clearly bristling as he eyed the two girls antagonizing Micaela.

Ash watched intently from the barside of the counter as the three danced around in the kitchen creating a thing called the crust. His eyes seemed to be processing over hundreds of frames per second of information as he watched closedly for all his pie-making needs. He was, for lack of a better word, wide-eyed with enthusiasm.

wow....another good part.

by the way...is there any reason that I'm starting to smell surprise twist ending? I think it was the mexican food I ate for dinner...nevermind.

Great to finally see that it IS the building I thought it was.

Apartment: 636
Name: Adam Swan AKA SoundTrak
Current Location: Whitmoore
Storyteller: Trak
Description: age-TBA, 5'2" 160# mostly muscle, caucasian, neon green hair, bold green eyes
Summary: Adam is a recovering drug addict that has recently been rendered blind by unknown motivations. He initially plans to abuse his ID for housing and benifits, though in truth he knows he can never return to the life he once had. Adam is currently in foul relations with the Hellions, though other villain groups may follow in suit with them against the blind hero.

Pyris blushed a pinkish shade of red at the compliment. Marius turned slightly to eavesdrop into both the politics and the possible conversation between Pyris and Lucilla. Pyris extended a well stabled, nervous hand holding the pendant to Lucilla. His pride in the piece overcame him slightly through a smile as he recovered from his blushing earlier. He had great hope that Marius was listening, hearing the compliment from Lucilla. It would mean he would get more respect from his master, not to mention more rights and freedoms.

"Mmmm...Pie sounds like a tasty word. Make one of those!" And with the childish request he tossed the orange with unintended force towards Micaela to help her gather them. The throw was innocent, and merely over eager and enthusiastic than malicious. After the clementine had freed itself from Ash's hand, he realized with horror it was possibly going far too fast for her to catch it easily.

((note possibly. I'll let you decide if it hits you or you catch it.))

I would assume they call it Venice, refusing to admit their...folly. Venice is, of course, the original name for the region before the event still unknown (I believe) happened. Everything else regarding the region, I'd assume, fits with this ideal Crey Industries holds for their previous headquarters.

The impish grin on Ash's face broadened. "Who said we're mature adults? I've been estimated to be only 18 years old!"

Ash darted for the basket of oranges, completely intent to start a food-fight or whatever that was. The excitement rode on his face with eager anticipation and passion. As his arm pulled back to throw the orange, he heard a voice call out.
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If you leave enough there, I could bake something . . ."

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"OOH! What could you make?" Ash's eyes were lit up in completely distracted fascination. He wasn't sure what could be baked from the oranges, but perhaps that would be more enjoyable than a food-fight. His arm was still pulled back waiting to release the orange but it was still held tightly in Ash's hand, waiting for some direction.

Ash turned as bits of orange splattered his face. An impish grin suddenly flashed across his face. Taking an unpeeled orange, he picked it up and tossed it suddenly in Jason's direction. He then scarfed down two pieces of orange laughing at the enjoyement he was having.

Pyris and Marius watched intently as the race transpired. Pyris interested for the excitement, Marius interested in the wager. Neither said a word but one in fear of the emperor's malice for losing to the appointed governor. Pyris smiled to Lucilla and Berit, watching their reactions to the results and how Lucilla's father would be treated. He looked at the pendant he was holding in his hand for a moment, smiling at its beauty in the sunlight. The twists in the wires seemed to catch the light just so and fragment it like a faceted jewel of great size and detail, yet held only a simplistic semiprecious stone at its center.

Fairy?

The command to not think about something instantly made Ash think about it. A slight smirk ran across his face as he realized it was probably his turn to speak. "I guess it's my turn now? OK. Lemme think of what I'm allowed to say..."

There was a pause, and then he spoke. "Well, I have no memory of my past, and I was found inside a giant robot in Italy. After filing the proper papers with the American government I was allowed to register as a hero to better understand the experimentation I was put through pre-amnesia. So far, all findings on my past are still classified information."

He looked around to see some weren't really interested in this anymore, so he grabbed another clementine from the basket and proceeded to devour it, cleaning up his mess as he went.

((gotta go afk for about 24 hours. assume that he sits listening intently to everything everyone else is saying. He finds everything fascinating, even from the Trinity.))

"Huh...I'm not sure of how much I can tell that isn't classified. I'll indulge what I can, however." Ash moved over to sit with the others, taking a singular chair. His shorts stretched at his bent knees as his feet propped up on the edge of the coffee table. Tiny little sparks of bright gold electricity ran across them occasionally giving away the nanite communications. His pale feet hid the majority of the sparks, but occasionally one would shine at just the right angle to expose itself.

Ash finished the clementine and turned to the rest of the group. His curiosity got the better of him, and he was blind to his own fear of asking the Trinity anything. "What's the deal with you three?"

He had risen from his spot at the table and started to clean up his small but very sticky mess.

A 'good' organization huh? The only scientific organization that I can think of off the top of my head would be Crey Biotech, and they're a villain group towards the L 30 game. I'm stumped on a truly good orgainization already in-game. Since you plan to roleplay, I strongly suggest you hop over to the game features and read up on the City's detailed past. While over there, take a look at the villain organizations for more details. Also, you're question is fine being in this board, as it is the roleplay section.

Quick tip: while there's roleplayers on all servers, Virtue is the unofficial RP server, with the highest concentration. Best of luck new hero!

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Croatoa... a place where myth and fantasy still live...

So does this mean we might get a few more European mythological costume options, huh huh does it

devil's advocate -Pogo

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The only thing I want is the whiches hat. Come on, we need those...realy.

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Yeah, we really do...

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*pause*

*double take*

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That wink...... Positron....*sigh* why do you torment us like that? I wanna know what we're getting!!

Ash looked up with a slice of clementine half hanging out of his mouth. He had the look of a child caught with his hands in the cookie jar. He focused on Micaela and pondered. He thought back to the few memories he had. She did seem familiar, but he couldn't place where. In a rather unusual manner, he finished scarfing up the slice of orange, chewed a bit, then gulped his food down. He'd talk to her later about things, not wishing to divulge his technical origin to the other strangers yet. "I don't know. You look familiar, but that doesn't say much."

He returned to picking at another slice, finding what tasted good and picking off the other parts. He even had tried eating the peelings before turning his nose up at them and returning to the slices.