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Hotel Roof
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Brian V. Conan said:
"A simple observer," he replies to Manchia..."
"Well your tailor sure ain't simple.
Okay, here's the deal, if you're a warrior and want in on the action, you talk to me. Elroar runs the show, but I manage the muscle. If you don't have the stomach for dirty work, get lost and stay out of our way...or else you'll get a taste of some 'spice' alright."
I stare intently into Brain's eyes as my own pupil-less orbs glow.
"So let's cut to the chase. What ya got? What powers can you bring to the table? And don't B.S. me 'cause I'll see right through it."
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"..."
...No. She was not going to ask why everyone and their little brother was able to find her all of a sudden. She would not ask how Mischa contacted Krinele, and she most certainly would not ask why she had...actually, she wasn't going to finish that thought.
"...Um, thank you."
Thal says, as she accepts the thing.
"I'm going to go reinflate Mischa now, and pretend my life makes the slightest vestige of sense."
She smiles, waiting for an opportune time to close the door, go sit in a corner, and have a good cry for a bit. Yes. She needed that.
(INCIDENTALLY
I am in no way upset by this OOCly. SO.)
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Hotel Roof
" I don't see a table up here but I should warn you, I can hold my own. To divulge into my powers to a stranger would be unwise but since you're a friend of Elroar, you're a friend of mine. Let it suffice to say, that I have killed billions within one universe of the Napping Cat's Dream and I still have the power to do so," Brian explained his crowning achievement as a warrior.
As Manchia stared into his eyes, he suspected it be a lie detector test. He wasn't sure if Manchia trusted him. It appears that Brian has another agenda that Manchia would not like. He would join them alright, just to prove that he didn't have a hidden agenda.
Ah, I suspected it at first when I saw you earlier. Truly a mind to match mine. I suggest that while you are hearing this that a demonstration would be needed for you to trust me. This is a test and I hope to pass.
At this thinking, Brian took it upon himself a moment of weakness in the hopes that humility would able to convince Manchia that he can show his worth. He had seen this before in his past, to see another bare themselves in total weakness to gain another's trust. Taking a knee before Manchia, he bowed his head, closing his eyes.
" I intend to protect the Captain, if you doubt my heresay of past events, strike me down now, and be done with me," Brian said, knowing no other option than this.
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Her mission accomplished, Krinele makes her way back upstairs, not worrying in the least about things. She was like that, you know... there's times that one has to just kick back, relax, and make sure that you've got a means of emergency egress handy in case the entire place fell down around you.
Yup.
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24 year old 5-tailed DreamSpinner, silver long-tailed variety.
Priestess of The Order of DatBan, High Herald of the Holder of The Pointy Stick.
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Reica pauses in though, pondering Eleven's mention about the nose. And how she knows the pixy... Idea occurs and a little light hovers above her head. "Would...are you normally a pixy?"
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Eleven looks around as Maus keeps asking her questions, still somewhat unused to having eyes of her own. She's stil paying attention though....just doesn't look like it.
"You didn't exactly pose." Her gaze is on the carpet, examining the weave pattern. "I like having Mari make action images, ones that aren't set up to look posed." Next she looks at the wallpaper, touching it to help learn how far away it is. "Much more realistic that way."
"Yep, I've been gotten very good I think." Up go the eyes. Oh look, a ceiling. "Of course this means I have to prank her even better in return."
The former muse licks her lips. The movement is slow as she is just as unused to having a mouth as eyes. "Fresh air? The does sound like a good idea. Might as well enjoy these lungs while I can."
As the group starts up the stairs, Eleven trips on the first step. A thud is shortly followed by a flurry of curses. Getting up, she is greeted by Reica's question. "Oh no, no... I'm no pixy. Just a muse. Or was... I guess here I'm human." She goes up a single step at a time, slowing the group as they head upwards.
"I guess it could be a while before I go make Maerd deliveries. Mari should have enough ideas to last a while though." Grimacing, she takes hold of the next rail to go up the next set of stairs. "I shouldn't have given her so many ideas, then she couldn't have risked landing me here."
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Hotel Roof
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Brian V. Conan said:
He had seen this before in his past, to see another bare themselves in total weakness to gain another's trust. Taking a knee before Manchia, he bowed his head, closing his eyes.
"I intend to protect the Captain, if you doubt my heresay of past events, strike me down now, and be done with me..."
*chuckles*
"This guy's a real pip.
Look, let's talk in very basic terms...if we had you clear out a room of a dozen guys with machine guns, could you handle it? What about a wizard? You're no good to us if you get toasted on your first assignment. So we need to know what you're packin' and what you can handle."
*notices other figures entering the roof (Maus, Arc, others?)*
"Okay, mission number one. Find out who those dudes are and what the hell they want. If you think it's safe, bring them to us and we'll see if they're cool to join the crew."
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((OOC Note: No PA's #0-12 will post again until Sunday evening.))
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Hotel Roof
Brian opens his eyes, stands up and replies,
"In speed, power, agility, strength, and constitution, I would be useless to you in this form. However, I am fortunate to be able, thanks to my mate, to transform into her species which surpasses my current physical state. As for those two scenarios, I suppose I'd more than likely be able to do both with low risk of failure."
Brian nods to accept his first mission, as he turns and walks towards the entourage that has gathered there. He was not willing to show the power that Karn had given him. Brian would only need it in dire need here. For the time being he would become Feryan.
As he began to walk, fur grew from his skin, his face morphed into a cat muzzle, and a black tail tore out of robes. Large black wings burst through his robes, forcing Brian to toss the remains of flagrant colors.
Long black hair, with black highlights, tinted silver replaced the golden locks. Loosely around his neck was a red collar and silver chain necklace. Fishnet shirt and leather pants took the place of the robes, allowing freer movement.
Blue claws, tinted silver, were brandished after the transformation was complete. As Brian approached the group of unknowns he knew he had picked the right form. Seeing as though he would be an anthho among anthros, he furled his wings around his shoulders.
" Are you lost or did you come out to see the stars as well?" Brian asked them, mostly directed at Maus and Arc. I doubt this is a hostile group but the anthro dragon could be a great asset. The others have yet to show their true worth here.
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To the Roof!
Maus listened to Eleven's tale with increasingly shifty eyes, most of the looks aimed at Arc and Reica.
It was quite clear that, by the way she was talking about new eyes, lungs, noses, etcetera, Maus thought this poor woman was off her trolley.
Don't contradict her, she might be hostile and dangerous... and goodness knows I don't know if any of my powers will work in while I'm ... a pixelated thingumie
"Right, enjoy them while you've got 'em, is what I say... you never know when you'll find yourself short of a lung and then you go 'Oh bugger! If I had only known back then!'"
As they emerge on the roof, they are greeted by Brian Virgil Conan, whom Maus has not officially met before. He can barely see another orange-and-black shape at the other end of the roof, but Maus can't quite make out who it is before he has to respond to Conan's greeting.
"Stars? No need to, my chap, we carry our own constellation with us. No, we thought the lady here could use a waft of fresh air so she could enjoy the use of her ... new lungs" He smooths over that last part with a bit of charm- a smile, a tilt of the head "Where are my manners? The green and metal is Arc Nova, dragon extraordinaire - just don't give him root bear. The tiny spec is Reica Selen, pixie extradimensionally- just don't give her sugar... and I'm Maus Merryjest, tiger extracurriculary, just don't get me going. And you? Stargazing with your companion?"
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Thal blinked. Why in god's name was everyone on her roof, and vaguely planning a rebellion against..uh..something? They didn't even know of her existence! In fact, the only ones that did were either Pigham, or...Waldo..who...was going to get to writing again. Well, she'd decide what to do with him after the second page. Best not to cause undue stress and harm to those who hadn't harmed her.
Right. On to the more important thing. Reinflating Mischa. Which she then goes off to do.
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Rooftop
Everyone else in the group makes it to the top before the muse does, and Eleven finds Maus talking to a new Avatar. As the musician intruduces the group, Eleven peers intently at the new person. A breath of air becomes a gasp as words seem to hover over the avatars head.
"Well I'll be...seems I'm capable of what Mari is." The muse mutters under her breath as she rejoins the group. "Brian Virgil Conan. Nice to meet you!" Her hand begins to extend in greeting until she spies a shadowy figure further away on the roof. Though she cannot identify the facial features from this distance, the same phenomenom happens so she can tell his name.
"MANCHIA! How you doing kiddo?" Her hand shoots into the air to energetically wave at the tiger. "Any luck with your pursuit of Masterflare lately? Or is that striped rabbit still eluding your wiles hon?"
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Hotel Roof
Brian is greeted by Maus' entourage, half smilling after each short description of each member. He in turn replies with a greeting of his own, trying to resist the urge to say a common Human greeting that he had heard from his mate.
" Conan, Brian Conan," he replies, wondering how the stranger knew his name before he said it. Something was different about her like Maus said.
He looked behind himself, wondering if Manchia had followed him from the distance. As far as he knew, he was on a solo mission. Didn't surprise him much. At least they hadn't noticed Elroar yet. Brian waited for Arc or Reica to be just like Elven.
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rooftop
As far as introductions go, Reica was perfectly content in letting Maus introduce her. Although she wondered what he meant by being an extracurricular tiger. Which got her thinking more precisely again...
Because, Reica's mind had been digesting the very strange words the woman had been babbling. Most of it didn't make sense, but some of it almost did. One word in particular caught the pixys attention. That word caused the pixy to flit over by the woman in the red dress to query her about it.
"Maerd?" BIG Throsper drawn, Reica hovered by Eleven. "What do you know about Maerd? Who exactly, WHAT exactly are you anyways?" The pixys voice squeaked with tension, yet held a grim determination. "You better answer me, or I swear I'll shoot you."
In her hands, the barrel of the Throsper is pointed right at Eleven. At the tip is the tiny purple dot of the node and the cylindrical energy packs glow ominiously in their mountings atop the BIG gun.
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Mischa blinks in surprise, as he hears Krinele arrive, drop off a bike pump, and then depart again. Well, that was timely... but how did she know? Ah well... it's a good thing she brought a pump. He's rather relieved when Thalamasa finally reinflates him... well, at least for a moment.
"Wait... I think something's wrong..." he says, trying to figure out why he can't really move, or anything. "Is that pump working right?"
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Rooftop-being stared down by a pixy
Eleven's eyes cross as she stares down the end of the Throsper gun.
There is only one way for the muse to react.
She laughs, quite loudly. It takes a while for the laughter to die down. The muse feels wetness on her cheeks and wipes away a couple tears, still chuckling.
"Ah, thank you little Reica. I needed that. Not that I mind answering your questions, but you're going to have to change that node before trying to actually threaten me. Getting Pixylated is likely to solve more problems than cause for me."
Very lightly, Eleven reaches forward with a finger and nudges the tip of the Throsper towards the ground. "I know Maerd because I reach it through my humans head. She's quite fond of pixies, so I have to report quite a bit on your kin. And as I have told you already, I am a Muse. Not an idea, but the spark that creates it. While I'm not sure I can convey my name in any way you would really understand, my human calls me Eleven. That shall do. Call me Eleven."
Should anyone attempt reading Elevens mind, he will become quickly confused. It seems as if a great deal of chaos is contained within this womans head. While there are the sensations of thoughts, all of them read as quite alien.
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Mari & Eleven said:
"MANCHIA! How you doing kiddo?" Her hand shoots into the air to energetically wave at the tiger. "Any luck with your pursuit of Masterflare lately? Or is that striped rabbit still eluding your wiles hon?"
*that offhand remark gets my attention BIG TIME*
(MasterFlare?! How could she have known about...? I must spear this woman's synaptic gap and learn how she knows of MasterFlare!)
*pupil-free orbs glow...imagining a spear of psionic energy flying toward Eleven's mind in attempt to read it*
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Mari & Eleven said:
Should anyone attempt reading Eleven's mind, he will become quickly confused. It seems as if a great deal of chaos is contained within this woman's head. While there are the sensations of thoughts, all of them read as quite alien.
(Aggggggg!)
*a charge of psionic static decimates the spear and shoots a nasty jolt of white noise back upstream and into my orbs*
*zzzzolt*
*blinks and shrubs it off*
(Just static. Defenses are too good. But I know her name is Eleven. Eleven? Eleven was my first PA Number. How could she have known? And that red, red dress. What kind of game was this muse playing? She might prove dangerous to the crew. But dangerous to the enemy as well...if played right. But one thing is certain, I have to find out what she knows about MasterFlare. If MF has been prophesized to appear on this thread...that changes everything...
E V E R Y T H I N G!)
*clutches sprite version (but authentic) Spinning Heart Mystic Icon concealed in tunic*
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((OOC Note: No PA's #0-12 will post again until Monday evening.))
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Roof
Still suffering from CONF status, Arc blinks at the others gathered on the hotel roof before turning to Maus and saying quite clearly:
"'?eralFretsaM' a s'tahW ?elpoep eseht era ohW ?no gniog s'tahW" 
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Lean, mean, pixel machine. (Image courtesy of Thalamasa.)
(Full image and poem list in profile.)
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Rooftop: Movin' On Up
Fortunately, Maus' years of dealing with operatic sopranos have allowed him to free his mind from the linear thinking of the mainstream society, thus only requiring a second or so of mental reorganization to decypher Arc Nova's mirror speech.
"Well... That's Reica... you do recall Reica, right Arcy?" Maus says very carefully. The woman in the red dress was off her trolley, but he hoped no-one else jumped off theirs...specially not one of his dearest friends, because he was not exactly the right person to take care of an avatar that had suddenly gone bonkers.
"As for that.... Well, she called him Brian Virgil Conan,and he introduced himself that way, so that must be who he is-- never met him before, of course, but now we have.... and..." he looks in the direction of Eleven's wave "... I'll be darned, is that Manchia off in the distance? That orange-and-black blur, kinsman tiger and all?" And then his train of thought comes to a wrecking point when Eleven mentions Masterflare.
"Oy Vey, ix-nay on the Flare-ay, lady!" Maus hissed, hoping Eleven could hear him. The few times he had seen Manchia around, particularly at an awards ceremony and at a party, the mention of MasterFlare seemed to bring a certain homornal reaction not unlike a mixture of macho chest-puffing and a cheerleader's first blush. There was no telling how he'd react.
"Well hello Manchia ol' chap!" Maus says with a grin that, if it were any wider, would probably cause the top of his head to fall off--- anything to divert Manchia's attention from Eleven's mention of MasterFlare, even if the tiger was not a saint of his devotions "I didn't know you had become pixelated yourself... quite the fad nowadays, it seems. So... how did you get stuck here? and are you two together?" he says, now addressing Brian Virgil Conan... and then realizes his gaffe "as in, travelling companions?"
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Hotel Roof
This is becoming one lively group. I'm not sure which is more interesting, the hyper pixie or the confused anthro dragon. In either case, Eleven knows Manchia and she knew me, so something tells me that she is going to be very useful.
" Well, really I was just running around this hotel and I bumped into Manchia. I'm not sure why any of us are here, but you can be certain that I'm not going to give Arc any root beer," Brian replied to Maus, safely watching out for adverse reaction the newcomers might have on Manchia.
Too bad it was already too late. Eleven mentioned Master Flare, whoever that was, and Manchia had to get distracted at the sound of that person's name. Most likely because the two of them probably have a history together.
If we were supposed to be fighting each other. I doubt that it will happen. As for the jolly little discourse here, I'll let it go. They're entertaining to say the least.
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Rooftop
Reica isn't quite sure what to make of the muse. As for getting laughed at, the pixy feels somewhat insulted.
The whole matter on Maerd simply confuses her. "How do you get to a world...through someone's head?"
She is rapidly reaching the same confusion status as Arc. On the plus side, she hasn't raised the throsper to point it at Eleven.
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"..."
"...I still don't even know why you're here."
Thal facepalms, deflating and then /reinflating/ Mischa. Hopefully into the right form this time.
"And now I get to watch as the people on the roof form a rebellion against noone in particular. Right. ...I mean, they don't even know who I am, or where I am, or anything! ...unless they ask Waldo."
She paused. Maybe that dog-...no. He couldn't possibly be a problem. Not at all.
No, what was important now was waiting for the people on the roof to make their final decision to strike a decisive blow against ambiguity, and then perhaps doing another sprite. ...Heck, there was only Bruno, Hollis, and Furilius left.
...That gave her an idea.
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Mischa bobs a little as he considers Thalamasa. "Well, I'm here because I wanted to visit you! Those Express Delivery guys assured me they could deliver a package to anyone, anywhere... even if I didn't know where you'd gotten to." He's a bit relieved to be deflated, and reinflated, although Thal's musings puzzle him a bit.
"Eh? Who's Waldo? Where's Waldo? Is he on the roof, or something?" he asks, confused. "What's this about a rebellion?"
After a moment, he realizes he's still not in quite the right shape. "Oops..." he mutters.
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Quacken-HOWDY, Mischa!
Can you make your shape look like a Quacky?
I don't care if the Quacky is all purple, just so long as you look like Quacky.
Hey Thalamasa, are you gonna make me any more Quacky sprites?
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Quacken-HOWDY!
I've been sprited by Mercutio!
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The Roof
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Maus MerryJest said:
"Well hello Manchia ol' chap!" Maus says with a grin that, if it were any wider, would probably cause the top of his head to fall off..."I didn't know you had become pixelated yourself... quite the fad nowadays, it seems. So... how did you get stuck here? and are you two together?" he says, now addressing Brian Virgil Conan... and then realizes his gaffe "as in, travelling companions?"
(My fur bristled when the Nancy boy started getting all chummy with me...like we were long lost pals or something. His fur smelled familiar, but I didn't remember him. I didn't like anybody having past life experience over me. Oh, these guys were all pikers; I could make 'em dance off the building if I wanted...that wasn't the issue. But maybe there was some memory, some sprite sense I wasn't picking up on. But I'd get my answers soon enough...)
*glares as Maus*
"I'll deal with chummy buns later...
Brian, I'm going to engage in a 'secure' conversation with Ms. Eleven here. And I'm not gonna hurt her...in case her pals start getting hot under the collar. So just make sure no one does anything stupid while we have a private chat. I'll only be a few minutes."
*I attempt to cast a semi-transparent golden globe of force from my spear than engulfs just myself and Eleven. If successful, no one else can hear our conversation ((by any means psionic, deific, etc., so even if we post it, no one should be reacting as if they heard it, other than the GM)). The globe will protect us from any attacks other than first rate energy blasts or potent magic dispels.*
If successfully inside, I ask Eleven...
"When did you last see MasterFlare?
How do you know me?
Is MasterFlare coming here?"
*looks serious as hell*
"Whatever you do, don't lie to me."
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