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Suggestions / Feedback & Issues / Re: Bot Accounts
« Last post by Shenmue654 on March 08, 2017, 06:02:26 PM »
XD No worries, Nothing. The lighthearted tone does come through. : }

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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Shenmue654 on March 08, 2017, 05:55:52 PM »
"Show me your charge" is the rough equivalent of "Put 'er there, pal," but it actually goes back to what handshakes were originally for: To show the other person you're not holding a weapon. "Show me your charge" is like saying, "My hand isn't on fire right now, so I don't want to attack you."
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Shenmue654 on March 08, 2017, 05:52:32 PM »
Jeffrey grins. "My god what a wild ride. Sounds like you could tell the same 'drunk at a party' story for like, twenty years running, with new additions every so often to make things interesting. And..."

Jeffrey paused, and then nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'd say that's about right. Espers--- The kind of Super I am--- Get the ability to control others like me, in various ways. There's all different types, too, even just with that one superpower. I'm what they call a Delusive Vocal Esper--- That is..." He spins a finger around his ear. "I can make people see things that aren't there with my powers, and I do it with my voice. My powers impact what people believe, not what they feel. But a Hypnotic Esper, those guys can make you think they're your god." He rubbed the back of his head. "Always been jealous of those guys."

He held out his hand to Al, ****ing his head to the side. His expression was warm and quasi-benevolent, for him. "You know what? I think I like you. Show me your charge, man. As for the ship, you got any more stuff like that? Stuff onboard? I probably have something I could trade. I'm carrying my DNA and some of my own tech on me!"
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on March 08, 2017, 08:50:46 AM »
New chapter.

CHAPTER SEVEN:
Steps To Be Taken

"What's the plan?" GH said, shifting his guitar on his back.

"First, we get Dino."

"Dino? Why?"

"I would have thought it obvious," Cloak said, with a snappy air, as the two began to move. "Dino can go and prevent them from do harm to any innocents. Or try anyway."

"But they have a huge honkin' lead on her!" GH pointed out.

"They were walking," Cloak said, as they quickly found Dino -- she was reading a book very awkwardly. It's the trouble with tiny arms. "At a sedate pace. Dino's running speed is sufficient to catch up with them."

"Catch up with who?" Dink asked. Then she accidentally dropped her book. "Aw, dammit."

"FuBar and Hunter," Cloak said, almost clinically. "They have been transformed into an ailurosaurus and a luposaurus by consumption of a sauromorphogenic compound."

"What?"

"They ate some goo and now they're dinosaurs," GH translated tonelessly.

"Dinosaurs?" Dino said, her book quite forgotten. "Turned into dinosaurs? Like --"

"The Dinosaur Island debacle?" Cloak finished her sentence, "It's admittedly similar but different in some key aspects."

"I should get going then, shouldn't I?" Dino said, with a heavy sigh. Then she lumbered off, saying over her shoulder, "Could you put that book back into my thread for me, though?"

"Wait! I'm coming with you!" GH said. "C'mon, LH."

The two began to climb on Dino, who said, "I'm not a friggin' -- oh, all right, then. But don't make a habit out of it."

Then she continued to lumber off with GH and Leatherhead on her back. Cloak scooped up her book, and obliged her by returning it to her thread. Naturally, being the largest RAFian, she had the largest thread. Cloak wasn't too surprised to see it was rather like a paddock from Jurassic Park, as he's seen it before. He's been a RAFian for about half a year (that's five years to Dwellers) at this point.

After returning her book to her thread as requested, Cloak looked for Xeno. Turns out that he was in the communications tower on monitoring duty, and he had witnessed Hunter and FuBar's transformation. He spiralled down to Cloak to inquire about what happened.

"I'll tell you once we get Yarin, Aquilai, Goom, and you assembled together," Cloak said. "It is of great importance that you build something."

"Build something? What?" Xeno inquired.

"It is called a 'wishbone'," Cloak said, very quickly as he rushed to gather the rest of the boys. "It's supposedly a very powerful weapon of Reptilon design with many uses. One of which is supposedly reverting artificially changed beings back to their normal forms."

Cloak fell silent for a beat, then added, "Keep Leatherhead and Nina away from it when you finish building it."
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by gh on March 07, 2017, 08:53:30 PM »
Oh, holy ****, I fell behind . . .
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Myitt on March 07, 2017, 07:33:54 PM »
It is not possible for you to sleep approximately ten million hours. I know. I've tried.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Myitt on March 07, 2017, 07:32:02 PM »
Jorek's lip curls in distaste, for just a moment.

Then he shrugs and lifts his drink. "Very well. I thank you for entertaining the suggestion of employment. You're quite right, I could carry out the hit, myself. But let's say I haven't exactly done such things in a...a very long time."

He inspects his fingernails. "Out of practice, and all that."

Jorek doesn't appear to want to continue the conversation, focusing instead on the rest of the bar at large as he sips the tumbler.

Myitt sits nearby, watching the conversation with glowering suspicion. Watching Jorek's back.

Then, when it is apparent no one is making any moves towards ending her own life, she slowly, edgily relaxes against the bar counter.

"Still don't trust him," she murmurs, half to herself, and half to Gaf.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Shenmue654 on March 07, 2017, 07:16:45 PM »
Keshin smiles slightly as Salem drops his guard in front of them. It surprised him somewhat that the free-wheeling trader considered him as much a friend as they considered Salem one. But then again, the altercation the man just had with Rathien proved Salem's definition of that word was rather...loose. "We're doing...terribly, as you can see, but it could be worse," Keshin says with a shrug. "At least our assailant seems to be apologetic."

Keshin pauses as Salem introduces the reason he wanted to talk to them, and then scoffs and shakes his head incredulously. "Fate of the galaxy? A job that requires more than one scoundrel? You have got to know how this sounds. It sounds like you're trying to set me up. But..."

Keshin sighs, putting his hand up against Joanne's chin. "....Kandrona, I have no idea why you would. We're not so hatable that our enemies would pay someone to kill us this way. So, I suppose, convince me. Tell me why helping you here would pay off in the end."
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Terenia on March 07, 2017, 06:52:02 PM »
omg guys, sorry. I've been traveling a ton and I am exhausted. I'll post tomorrow once I've slept approximately ten million hours and caught up on what I missed.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on March 07, 2017, 06:14:03 PM »
New chapter.

CHAPTER SIX:
Examination of the Evidence

"Just do something about it!!" GH said.

Cloaky did not answer, but inspected some of the detris of the knocked over table. He noticed what appeared to be a lettuce leaves covered in what could be some sort of dressing. To his eyes, they looked a rather unappealing ashy gray color.

"Cloak?" GH inquired, as FuBar and Hunter continued to move off.

"Did Hunter consume this salad?" Cloak asked.

"What?"

"Did Hunter eat this salad? The one on the floor here?" Cloak clarified.

"Yes. But what the hell does it matter?!" GH said, anxiety filling him.

"It matters a great deal," Cloak said, evenly. "This colloidal liquid, though similar to salad dressing, isn't. It's the sauromorphogenic substance, the dino-sauce, for a layman nomenclature."

"So?"

"So, it's the chemical that turned Hunter and FuBar into dinosaurs -- or well, mammal/dinosaur hybrids." Cloak said. "While it isn't the same thing as the Dinosaur Island incident, this is undeniably similar."

"But how?" GH said.

"That's a very good question," Cloak said. "But one we can answer later. Right now, we have . . . larger problems."

"Code Avalon will keep them in, right?" GH asked. "Like with the --"

"They're significantly larger than it, especially Hunter," Cloak said at once. "Code Avalon is at it's lowest setting. There hasn't been any reason to bump it up, and there's no time to get the message to communications. They'll be out and in the countryside before we hail communications, or even arrive there."

GH said nothing in reply, so Cloak continued.

"We need a device," Cloak said, opening his palm. There he produced a golden-scarlet construct of what appeared to be a rifle with a humongous, dinosaur-sized wishbone embedded in it with the two sides of the wishbone arching forward, like a pincer of some kind. "I believe they called it a 'wishbone'. It can undo the effects of dino-sauce."

"Who's they?"

"Hmm? Oh. The Dinosaucers," Cloak said, as if this was a satisfactory answer.

"The who?" GH inquired, still quite moody.

"It doesn't matter," Cloak said, swiftly changing the subject to the problem at hand. "The fact is we have to get the boys working on this as soon as possible."

"Goom, Yarin, and Aquilai?" GH said, obviously not liking that Cloak wasn't answering his question.

"And Xeno, too." Cloak said. "The sooner they can complete it, the soon we can revert FuBar and Hunter back to their normal, lovable selves."

"You know that it's not going to be that easy," GH said, almost accusatory.

"Nothing truly worth doing is," Cloak said.

"You got that from a fortune cookie, didn't you?" GH sighed.
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