((Is he looking for something specific, or just waiting to see what happens next?))
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OOC: Chertak is displeased that Rikti are not allowed.
BIC: The door banged open and a tall figure dressed in the style of a Circle of Thorns mage entered. A golden scaled snout peeked out from under the hood as the newcomer looked at the patrons and staff. Choosing a seat at the far left of the bar, the figure sat down on a stool, his thick tail falling free from the robes.
Muttering something in a sibilant language, the figure pulled his hood back to reveal a crocadilian face that currently had a large scowl dominating its features. Rapping on the bar lightly for the bartender's attention, the draconian wordlessly pointed at an add for one of the stronger forms of liquor avaliable.
While he waited, he looked more closely at the insectoid and the humanoid.
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Monarch Penguin also heard Kriegg's chauvinistic remark, and turned his head to watch the inevitable rejection. "Hold that thought, Cafea. I gotta see this."
Formerly known as Stormy_D
"Heh," Kreigg barked at the blonde, "You could talk t'me, toots."
Kei blinked once before turning to look at Kreigg with a steady gaze, though the impact was likely lessend against a creature that didn't blink in the first place.
"That would be possible, but I would assume the tavernmaster would not appriciate cleaning your remains off the floor the next morning."
Pinnacle
Heroes
When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
"It is times like this," said Cafea, watching the exchange, "that I am glad I reproduce by division."
A slight shudder suddenly started going around, and glasses and bottles began clinging against one another. It wasn't much, but it was definetely noticeable. A small storm had been brewing all evening now, but that coun't be the cause...
And then as quckly as it had come, the suddering waned again, leaving only peace and quiet once more...
Until the front doors opened once more - and in stepped something that almost looked like the Eiffel Tower scaled down to human proportions.
The main body of the gray, and obviously metallic creature, looked like a large, thich saucer, wout of which four segmented tentacle legs reached to the floor, each about a mater in length and ending in three equally spaced toes.
Above the 'saucer' rose a tower that was a little taller, more than one meter, but less than 1.5. The odd nestled construction ended in a gleaming-blue ring of lights that seemed to be some sort of eyes. Whatever this thing was, it was a safe bet that it could clearly see in all directions at once.
Its surface wasn't smooth. In fact, it was exactly the opposite. Bumps and grooves, odd patters and niches, antennae and what-not adorned the metallic being all over in a fashion so random it would have blown any mathematician's mind if he tried to calculate it.
No one at the bar likely recognized this being. BOX-2247-U was a positroic-biological being from the Thousand-Sun-World, an artificial planet hidden deep in the vast space of emptiness between the Mily Way and Andromeda.
Those that did, however, were likely gripped with fear. Less than a thousand years ago, these beings had attempted to wipe out all organic life in the known galaxy. Why had never been discovered. Why they had so suddenly stopped and vanished from the galactic playing field was even more of a mystery. But the galaxy did not forget these things so easily.
"Kracksworg!" a loudspeaker on its front spat out as the Posbi attempted to communicate in something other than Intra, the artificial language of the Traders...before the Concile wiped them out, anyway (your general-evil-megalomaniac-empire goons didn't look favorably on free trade). It had long been adopted as the general means of communication among most species in the galaxy - after all, things were hard enough to talk about already; they would have been much more difficult if everyone spoke a different tongue.
But 2247-U had been instructed to communicate in English here. Sadly, its mission-giver had not taken into account that the Posbi didn't speak a single English syllable...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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His meaty fist wrapped around his glass and he tipped back an oversized gulp of liquor as he considered her proposal.
"Y'know what?" Kreigg asked with a rhetorical intonation, "I bet most of the guys you run into like that 'hard-to-get' thing." He turned back to the bar and ordered another drink, grumbling in a voice that sounded like rocks grinding together.
"Ky Glar, everything on this planet is frigid."
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"Kracksworg!" a loudspeaker on its front spat out as the Posbi attempted to communicate in something other than Intra, the artificial language of the Traders...
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He glanced up at the mechanical contraption and sighed, "There goes the neighborhood."
Kei grunted, not feeling the urge to correct the alien's stated ment that she was from this planet. Besides, he obviously was like the primate decended humans swarming this planet and mated as the urge struck. Not at all like the lupine decended do'odin who mated with one other for their life.
With the entrence of the robed draconian, her hand made a reflexive, but aborted summon for her bow. The being's resemblence to the demons who regularly attempted to invade Nu'une was uncanny, but since it had yet to attempt to destroy all in sight, she decided to give it the benifet of the doubt.
Pinnacle
Heroes
When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
"Interesting. It looks like a robot, but I can sense some form of life energy," Cafea remarked. "Silicon based, perhaps? Oh, I'm sorry. Metallic being? Forgive me for asking, but could you describe your physical composition?" Cafea could never help himself around beings he had never before seen.
((Hrmmm...))
((Well, I specialize in earthbound weaponry, *Leers at Malta,* but I guess I could throw in someone I've envisioned...))
"You're gonna hit the atmosphere way to fast!!" Was the rough translation of the clicks made from Agent Miich's Dragonfly-claas Strike Skiff to Agent Rulaag's Imposter-class Commerce Raider nearly three seconds before the latter's world went white.
Rulaag awoke spattered across about twelve feet of pavement.
"Dammit...."
Slowly, the puddle formed up into a vaguely humanoid creature that many could compare to a frog standing upright.
"This is Rulaag," He clicked into a small comm extending from his helm. "Miich, do you copy?"
"Agent Miich, do you copy."
The frogman shook his head, licking his eyeball quickly and checking the state of his C-Class "Puddlejumper" suit, which allowed the adults of his species to revert to their youth's slimy form and stay decent. The C-Class was a body armor, which looked just like a frogsuit (No pun intended) painted with forest camo. Securing the optional C-Class vest he'd been provided (Looks like a flak jacket painted with forest camo,) He looked up to the nearest building.
"The Brown Dwarf."
How quaint.
Slinging his slugthrower around his back, he takes a step inside....
((AR/Poison corruptor. I know it doesn't work. The poison is a bacterium that lives on all of his species symbiotically. They communicate with clicks but Agent Rulaag has a translator in his comm.))
The draconian took a look at the mechanical being and the armored frog and shook his head.
"It never ceases to amaze me how many species come to this god-forsaken ball of dirt," he mused in a raspy, growling voice.
The draconian spoke in his native language, but due to an enchantment of tongues he had placed upon himself and renewed daily, all those around him could understand him as though he was speaking their native language, even though his mouth moved differently than the sounds they heard. He could also understand any language spoken around him, which included what the metal creature said.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"Anyone here see a fireball about forty tongues wide go screamin' down past here?" The frog clicked, licking his eye again.
"Well, anyway, until Miich gets back to the Carrier, I'm stuck here. I'm assuming you're not all the natives of Emerald CV-688?"
"Err, I mean, this planet?"
"I am not even a native of this dimension," said Cafea. "In my dimension, this planet has been overrun by cities built by foolish humans. Except for the Lost Isle of Madagascar of course. . . But I am rambling. No, I certainly do not live here."
"Nor do I," Kei informed the frogman, "While this planet is the paliner counter part to my own, it's history has taken a markedly different course. No, the natives are the scurying, noisy, violent round-ears you'll find anywhere outside this building."
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Heroes
When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
In an unusual display of self-control, Kreigg made no comment to the newcomer. He sat quietly on his barstool and stared into his drink with an almost deliberate stillness. His shoulders rolled forward in a defensive crouch, he simply listened to the room...
"Thank you for the input." 2247-U cracked, still a little staticy, "Translator module is now fully functioning."
Then he turned to Cafea, "Response to question one: BOX unit self is composed of cybernetic and organic componets in proportion of mass 98.762 to 1."
The next in line was Rulaag, "Response to question two: correct. You are assuming this. Addition: your assumption is correct."
2247-U then spoek to the entire crowd, "Query: this unit has come to seek contact with identified being 'Mister Zero'. Have unidentified beings experienced any contact with him at or before this point in time?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"What the mammal and the energy being said, I'm not even from this dimension," the draconian shrugged and then added. "Then again, I could be wrong. Portal sorcery is not a well-understood science on my planet and I could very well still be in the same dimension."
To BOX, the draconian gestured to a spot next to the bar.
"Never heard of him. And you might as well have a drink while you're here. I doubt anyone comes here of their own free will. And speaking of drinks, where's mine?"
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"I'm afraid not," Cafea said. "You certainly seem to be more civil than the silicon-based beings from my dimension, at any rate. I will tell you if I see him."
Monarch Penguin merely watched silently, intrigued by this place. However, he then remembered why he came to Striga Isle in the first place.
"Well...I'll definitely come back for a drink when I clock out. However, I must now go beat up gangsters and soldiers."
Monarch Penguin then waddled out, waving goodbye with a finned arm.
((Sorry I gotta cop-out like this. I won't be able to use my computer for a week. But I will post again at the first opportunity I get.))
Formerly known as Stormy_D
"Hmmm, drinks," said Cafea. "I feel rather left out. I wonder. . ."
He warped in front of the bartender.
"Excuse me for making an odd request," Cafea said, "but I wonder if you have a flashlight, or same similar small device that produces light?"
Reaching his fingerless-gloved hand into his pocket, Kreigg dug around for something. His fingers closed on the warm smooth metal object and slapped it down on the bar.
"Hey, Lava-Lamp," he called discreetly to Cafea, "How's this gonna do ya?" He slid his zippo-style lighter across the bar to the energy being.
"My thanks," Cafea said into his head. The lighter floated into the air and in front of Cafea, who had warped back to hover over a seat.
Cafea opened the device, ignited it, and buried the flame in his form in a motion much like drinking from a glass. The light from the lighter radiated all through Cafea's amorphic body, and his rainbows shone brighter every second.
Shortly the lighter floated back to Kreigg and closed itself, and Cafea made the fading-strings noise again. "That is better, thank you," he said.
Kreigg kept drinking as he watched the display, and picked the returned lighter out of the air.
"Yeah, no problem." he said. He'd been drinking heavily for a while now and was starting to slur his words slightly. He dropped the lighter unceremoniously back onto the bartop with metallic clatter. "I's here if ya need it," he offered
((Wow! This kinda took off when I wasn't looking. Glad there's some interest out there. I was starting to worry. Sorry I haven't respond until know.))
Frosch finished mixing up the drink for Kreigg. He judged the Insectiod man and went for somethign sweet. He was use to insects liking sweeter things. He used a base of some weird fruit beer from a planet he'd never heard of and mized it with a few additions and then as a nod to the mans insistance on warmth he added a flame to it. "Pur-tos" He said in a deep throty voice, his vocal cords were surronded by pourous fleash and made it sound like he had a perment cold. THe word Pur-tos meant enjoy in his native tongue. He watched the others enter a bit shocked to be so popular on the first night.
Whent he weird dragon pointed at the liqour he stared for a bit. It was expensive stuff, the bottle, like everyone there, hadn't been opened. He shrugged, "Alright sir, not to be rude, but I hope you can pay." He said as he opened the bottle and fought with it for a bit. "Who's idea was it to store things like this." He was refering to the metal top meant mostly for style. All it did it just made the bartenders life harder.
Teide smiled as more and more business showed up. Maybe her venture would work outr after all. When Kei'Thera asked for a room she was over joyed. "Of course, I'd be more than happy to book you a room. You may stay as long as you want." She left out the bit about as long as you can pay because she assumed it was emplied. She was running a business after all. Of course Kreigg decided to interrupt them.
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"Heh," Kreigg barked at the blonde, "You could talk t'me, toots."
Kei blinked once before turning to look at Kreigg with a steady gaze, though the impact was likely lessend against a creature that didn't blink in the first place.
"That would be possible, but I would assume the tavernmaster would not appriciate cleaning your remains off the floor the next morning."
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Teide smiled polietly, "Well, I wouldn't mind too much, but Gyges, Cottus, and Byerus would probably be very angry." She said smiling. "They have to clean this place and they have their hands full as is." She smiled, "Now ma'am, shall we discuss your accomadations." She paused and turned to the blob that was Cafea. "Oh I'm terribly sorry for ignoing you. Do accept my appologies. So much business, but that's no excuse. I'll see what I can do, but we don't have much in the way of real windows. Most of this space is well, not actually inside the building you see. But we may be able to arange something. Talk to me when ever you have a moment free."
About that moment the space distorted and Teide freaked for a moment as she looked to where the source was and saw BOX-2247-U. She was a but shocked, not that she reconized the creature, but because he shouldn't have been able to do that. Not with the specially calbrated devices to give them extra room should have pushed said distortion to the end of the bubble to keep it from collapsing the bubble by tearing it. She stopped herself from yelling, such an act would undoubtably lose her business. Especially if her patrons had silly fears about the potental of the bubble collapsing, that almost never happened anymore.
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"Query: this unit has come to seek contact with identified being 'Mister Zero'. Have unidentified beings experienced any contact with him at or before this point in time?"
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"You're free to stay as long want to wait for this Mister Zero." Teide said, "You can book a room if needed. But if you don't please leave at closing time. THank you." She said as she turned back to Kei'Thera, "Now, hmm, you never meantioned your name." She noticed her tense when she looked at the machine. Interesting...
Meanwhile Frosch frowned at the Dragon Man, "Earth isn't that bad really. I mean, they have some problems but..." He stopped himself, "Sorry sir. Don't mind me." He said finally making some progress with the bottle opening. He noticed the frog man and looked at him intently trying to place his speices when the Dragon spoke back up, "Sorry." He fought with the bottle for a moment and finally he made a hole in the seemless metal bottle stopper. "Here you go sir." He said pouring it.
He noticed the insectiod giving Cafea a lighter and frowned. "Sorry for not getting to you faster sir. If you still wish for light I think we can accomdate you." The Orange anphibian said.
"That would be appreciated," said Cafea. "I feed on light, you see. How much is the room, by the way? I am afraid I do not really understand money. . . my race, after all, is essentially the same being and has little need for it. But I can certainly produce some. It is worthless to us, after all."
OOC: Chertak is displeased that Rikti are not allowed.
BIC: The door banged open and a tall figure dressed in the style of a Circle of Thorns mage entered. A golden scaled snout peeked out from under the hood as the newcomer looked at the patrons and staff. Choosing a seat at the far left of the bar, the figure sat down on a stool, his thick tail falling free from the robes.
Muttering something in a sibilant language, the figure pulled his hood back to reveal a crocadilian face that currently had a large scowl dominating its features. Rapping on the bar lightly for the bartender's attention, the draconian wordlessly pointed at an add for one of the stronger forms of liquor avaliable.
While he waited, he looked more closely at the insectoid and the humanoid.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.