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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 24, 2008 22:27:43 GMT -5
Nyx blinked and released the... thing, stepping back from it. When the bit of light hit her eyes she blinked a few more times and shook her head, finding it a bit unpleasant and being completely at a loss for what was going on.
"Uh, yeah, whatever..." she muttered, the words even more quiet and distorted since she had yet to removed the mask over her mouth and nose. She was starting to really regret having kicked that door. After a moment, when her mind stopped trying to work things out without knowing enough, Chaser looked the female over. Not bothering to hide her suspision, she asked more clearly, "Who are you, and why are you here?"
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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 24, 2008 18:20:33 GMT -5
When the figure started moving, that was when Nyx's feet rooted themselves to the floor. She stared silently, watching, and was unsettled by the way the thing stared at her. Chaser saw something - she wasn't sure what - green moving across its eyes, and she decided then for sure that it had to be some sort of machine. But... she'd never seen, never even heard of anything quite like it. And when the thing started to fall, it was instinct than made Nyx move forward to try to catch it.
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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 24, 2008 16:30:00 GMT -5
"Wha... Sonuva-!" Chaser let out a few curses and tried to pull her hand back as firt she felt her fingers stabbed, then burned. As more machinery seemed to come to life, she managed to pull her hand free - or maybe it had simply released her. Whichever, she was more concerned with what had happened to her hand. She looked at the marks on her fingers and thumb and flexed them all a few times. It hadn't felt like anything was injected, at least, but she still intended to check for toxins when she got back home.
Her eyes scanned the room again, aware now that, yes, things were operating, and that yes, it was a bad idea to touch things. Listening to the noises, she also started to think that maybe it would be a good idea to get the heck out before the place caved in. Who knew just what was going on? She started out, then paused and looked back at the form on the table. It was so human-like, and so perfect... It seemed a shame to leave whatever it was there. Chaser doubted it was alive, but even if it were just a life-sized doll, it was a pretty thing and could likely get her some money if nothing else. But, no, she made enough already, and she didn't really trust the ancient-looked structure. Anyway, there was the trouble that just touching had already caused...
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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 22, 2008 23:46:48 GMT -5
(( Thanks to timing, I totally missed the edit in your first post... looks like you took care of it, though. ^^; ))
Nyx wasn't sure what she found more shocking: all the machinery about, or the fact that it was all apparently functional. She looked around in wonder at the lot of it, but nothing drew her attention so much as did the woman on the slab. The female form appeared humanoid, actually even human, but Chaser couldn't figure the thing to actually be human. No, it looked more like a doll... a rather mature doll, but a doll none the less. Her curiosity tugging, Nyx allowed herself to begin touching things...
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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 22, 2008 1:15:58 GMT -5
The way Chaser went was one that she generally one she avoided. She knew well how easily the tunnels could cave in over time, and these ones in particular she knew to be weak. What all the metal was for, she didn't know; there wasn't any record of buildings in the area, and anything secret would surely be better kept - or at least better guarded. As it was though, she had been avoiding the area. She knew for sure that something had died down that way, likely some animal caught in a small cave in, or simply lost until it dehydrated. The stench had previously been too strong to handle where she was now, but it had faded after enough time. Even so, she had a mask over her mouth, in part for the stench, and in part because she had no clue what might be in the air in that area.
The thing that had smelled so bad was obvious once she saw it. No animal native to Haldric had a skeletal structure like that, though. Whatever it was, it was humanoid. A closer look told her that the person hadn't dehydrated or starved, either. She examined the hole in the skull briefly, using her foot to move it so she didn't have to touch the little bit of remaining flesh, and determined that whoever it was had been shot. As she saw no gun there, she knew that meant there had to have been another person. Surely the other was gone by now, by the idea that someone and come and left in her tunnels... But perhaps not, perhaps there was another way out. Still, it connected to her tunnels. She was going to have to see about caving that in to black it off.
Nyx started to turn, but paused, looking at the door. The thing looked far more ancient than the corpse laying there, but footprints in the dirt showed that people had been through it relatively recently. Curious, she pushed on it, being that there wasn't really a handle to pull and the device by it had apparently been shot as well. It didn't budge. She tried again and heard something cracking, but still it didn't move.
"Well fine," Chaser said to herself, giving up. "Prolly better I keep out anyway, place is likely to fall in."
A final kick and she was going to- She would have walked away, except that her kick had apparently knocked the door loose. Chaser stared for a moment, then whispered, "Curiosity killed the cat." As if to avoid jinxing herself, she finished the saying in her head: Satisfaction brought it back.
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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 20, 2008 20:40:30 GMT -5
A slight rhythmic crunching of dirt and small rocks was the only sound to be heard in the tunnel, and nothing could be seen in the dark - except that Nyx's goggles were set to infrared, allowing her to make her way through the underground labyrinth that, if all the correct turns were made, led to the cavern the woman called home. She wasn't headed home, though, but checking around for wanderers who might have gotten lost in her caves. It had only happened once in her years there so far and she had taken care to ensure the man would never remember how to get back, but it would be when she stopped checking that she'd end up stuck with the reek of a rotting body in all this enclosed space. Anyway, lost animals turned up now and then, and she preffered to get them out before they were starved mad or started to decay after dying.
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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 19, 2008 0:30:12 GMT -5
This came from an RP Jess and I were involved in for a little (hun, you've gotta let me know if I need to change anything!), but it's been changed a bit to fit here. If you want to join in, you've gotta ask her or me. Now let's see if I can give the setting a decent intro...
A man walked briskly down sunlit corridors, paying no attention to the pulsing of the scenery outside caused by the field that enclosed the halls. He wore a blue and silver officer's uniform, and his mannerisms matched, right down to the slight scowl on his face. His men had been making fine progress with the excavation, and now those old-fashioned religious nuts wanted the whole operation not only to be stopped, but reversed!
When he reached the main chamber, a room enclosed in white marble, he threw open the doors. The eyes of several figures locked onto him, but he gave no hesitation before nearly yelling, "What the h*ll is the meaning of this?" He held up a few sheets of paper, the command he had received. "Why can't the excavation proceed?"
Those watching him showed no sign of agitation, and the others remained silent as one said, "It is explained in the papers in your hand."
"All that's in here is a bunch of mumbo jumbo about some supposedly evil artifact and the 'end of all things.' Sorry, but I don't think that will be a problem." The officer's words were dripping with sarcasm.
"Are you in need of replacement, Connerly? You seem to be having trouble."
His eyes darkened. He didn't care how much good this blasted Order of Deo had done for the peoples of the known galaxy, right then he would have liked little more then to ring the neck of the lot of them. Unfortunately, to argue would result in the loss of his position and mostly likely the label or heretic, and to fight would mean death; old they may be, but the Elders of the Order were some of the most skilled with their laserswords and wielded potent "holy" magic. Even if he could somehow manage to get rid of those before him, there were plenty more to take their places.
"No," he said through gritted teeth, "I too still fight for Deo. But there is something great in those mountains, and I'm sure it could be used for the good of all. Even all you have done - "
"What you found must be left alone. It will do no good - only destroy us all."
Connerly bit his tongue to restrain himself from making a mistake. After a moment he said, "I understand. We will begin replacing everything as soon as possible. It may take awhile, though, operating on Rujin has left us more open to attacks from pirates and heretics."
Before another word could be said, he turned on his heel and walked out just as quickly as he had walked in, hoping that if the rumors of strong empathy were true that they would accept anything from him as a bit of lingering frustration.
There was much for him to do, and not much time to do it in. The excavation had to be finished before the Order realized that it hadn't been reversed. He knew something was there on Rujin, the most central planet in the galaxy. He had to know what.
Simplest way to explain this would be to say it's like Star Wars, but with magic instead of the Force. The Order of Deo are "good" magic users - most of what they do is fairly harmless, but they are fully capable of defending themselves. Its led by a sort of council of Elders, but there are many others that go about keeping things running smoothly, and others in a sort of academy, learning how to harness their magic and the ways of Deo. There's also the bad side, users of very destructive magic who frequently follow a more devil-like figure. Them and people who are just generally against the Deo thing, whether or not they have magic, are dubbed heretics. (Name suggestions? I'm trying to make it not too much like the source, especially since I'm not sure of all the sources it used...) Anyway, my brain is kinda running out of stuff to say...
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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 11, 2007 21:09:53 GMT -5
For A New Beggining
Name: Mierca Lo'ora ( Dun dun dun... <.< ) Age: Uncertain, appears about 7-9 Sex: Female Race: Elf
Appearance: Wears a multi-colored hat with earflaps that covers most of her auburn hair, which is cut at about the chinline. Her eyes are a strangly vivid green flecked with gold. When caught without her hat, a close enough look would show her right ear to be partly prosthetic, though still pointed.
Abilities: Elven sences & agility, limited magic
Personality: She has a childish innocence, as could be expected of one her age, and is fairly open to all - though, she is not immune to the occasional tantrum. She is unable to fully understand death, but it and pain do upset her. Fairly intelligent and still full of wonder and curiosity, she will sometimes have moments of wisdom, but tends to be ignored on many things due ot her age.
Extra: She remembers little more than a few loving images of her parents, and doesn't even know why she doesn't have them anymore. Most of what she remembers is a human couple Johnston who took her in after finding her wandering by the edge of the city, crying and missing a chunk from her ear. The man being a doctor, they were able to get her ear repaired without trouble, but encouraged her to hide them both. Being some of the few humans who had come to accept co-existance, and fearing that she may be hauled off, they did their best to keep her hidden. With the risk of exposure and her slowed growth rate, they had no choice but to homeschool the small girl. Rather than the basics though, they taught her things that were considered very advanced for one so young, as well as help her learn to harness her inate magic abilities in case she should ever need to defend herself.
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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 16, 2008 22:19:01 GMT -5
awe, Kait. You can have ALL my patience. mwah :3 and you're wrong Novalyn , OID doesn't have the most pages, it only has 141. some of my Rp's with kait have more. Somewhere else Somewhere new has over 200, Balamb garden has 196. so sry, but it doesn't have the most. Alright, I wasn't really sure. It did last time I checked, but that was awhile ago, and I'm too lazy to dig. ^^; I'm now going to return to my previous state of obliviousness about the goings on here now. Buh bye!
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Post by Novalyyn on Mar 15, 2008 13:45:21 GMT -5
Not really any more of a crossover than many other RPs we've had here. Sounds like it's just really open, like Only in Dreams was. And being that, to my knowledge, OID still is the RP here with the most pages even though it died awhile back, it might be good to have another totally open RP. It provides oportunities to play as things that might now otherwise get a chance, to have interactions that wouldn't generally be seen, and I know the openness in OID helped me at least in developing my roleplaying abilities. Maybe Prime's could help others, eh?
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Post by Novalyyn on May 3, 2007 21:12:46 GMT -5
There's a whole board dedicated to disscussions, and it's so titled. ^^
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Post by Novalyyn on Dec 6, 2006 22:21:04 GMT -5
Mrr, that's certainly possible. If it is for D&D though, I like the Drow language much better. Same setup as English, and thus a more efficient translator. ;D
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Post by Novalyyn on Nov 29, 2006 22:22:46 GMT -5
What little I really looked at seemed similar enough to what I saw while reading LOTR, and Grey Company's about all I found. Then again, I didn't look too hard...
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Post by Novalyyn on Nov 27, 2006 22:06:23 GMT -5
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